Bell's Edition: The Poets of Great Britain Complete from Chaucer to Churchill ...J. Bell, 1802 - English poetry |
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... whilst I mourn , For never must the lovely swain return ; And as these flowing tears increase your tide , O , murmur for the shepherd as ye glide ! Be sure , ye Rocks ! while I my grief disclose , Let your sad echoes lengthen out my ...
... whilst I mourn , For never must the lovely swain return ; And as these flowing tears increase your tide , O , murmur for the shepherd as ye glide ! Be sure , ye Rocks ! while I my grief disclose , Let your sad echoes lengthen out my ...
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... whilst beneath her steps The soil , with civil slaughter oft ' manur'd , Pours forth abundant olives . Their high tops The cedars wave , exulting o'er thy fall , Whose steel from the tall monarch of the grove Sever'd the regal honours ...
... whilst beneath her steps The soil , with civil slaughter oft ' manur'd , Pours forth abundant olives . Their high tops The cedars wave , exulting o'er thy fall , Whose steel from the tall monarch of the grove Sever'd the regal honours ...
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... whilst remotest climes thy influence share , Britain's the darling object of thy care : By thy wise councils and resistless might Abroad we conquer , and at home unite . 20 30 Before thou bid'st the distant battles cease , Thy piety ...
... whilst remotest climes thy influence share , Britain's the darling object of thy care : By thy wise councils and resistless might Abroad we conquer , and at home unite . 20 30 Before thou bid'st the distant battles cease , Thy piety ...
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... Whilst Hymen held the golden cage , • To keep secure the game they caught . The warblers , brisk with genial flame Swift from the myrtle shades repair ; A willing captive each became , And sweetlier caroll'd in the snare . When Hymen ...
... Whilst Hymen held the golden cage , • To keep secure the game they caught . The warblers , brisk with genial flame Swift from the myrtle shades repair ; A willing captive each became , And sweetlier caroll'd in the snare . When Hymen ...
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... Whilst nigh celestial Cupid stood , And tapping him , said , " Youth ! be wise " And let a child for once advise . " A faultless make , a manag'd wit , " Humour , and riches , rarely meet : " But if a beauty you'd obtain , " Court some ...
... Whilst nigh celestial Cupid stood , And tapping him , said , " Youth ! be wise " And let a child for once advise . " A faultless make , a manag'd wit , " Humour , and riches , rarely meet : " But if a beauty you'd obtain , " Court some ...
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Addison Albion Apollo arms Atreus Atrides bards beauty beneath blood bloom boast bow'rs breast breathe bright Britannia's brow charms Chrysa convey'd Cretheus dear death decree divine dreadful Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair Fairy falchion fam'd fame fate fear fierce fix'd flame flow'rs foes fond form'd Gaul gen'rous goddess gods grace Greece Greeks grove hand hath hear heart Heav'n heav'nly hecatomb honour Iliad join'd Jove kings lays LORD PRIVY SEAL lov'd lyre maid Mariamne mighty mind monarch mortal Muse ne'er Neleus Neptune night numbers nymph o'er Peleus Phaon Phoebus plain pleas'd pomp pow'r praise pray'r pride queen race rage rais'd realms reign rise round sacred Sappho scene sceptre scorn shade shine shore sing sire skies smile soft song soul stand stream swain sweet tears thee THOMAS TICKELL thou thought thro throne Tickell tow'rs Venus verse vows warbling whilst youth
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Page 5 - I assured him that I did not at all take it ill of Mr. Tickell that he was going to publish his translation; that he certainly had as much right to translate any author as myself; and that publishing both was entering on a fair stage. I then added, that I would not desire him to look over my first book of the Iliad, because he had looked over Mr.
Page 93 - In early youth I die : Was I to blame because his bride Was thrice as rich as I ? " ' Ah, Colin ! give not her thy vows, Vows due to me alone : Nor thou, fond maid, receive his kiss, Nor think him all thy own.
Page 93 - Ye perjur'd swains, beware. Three times, all in the dead of night, A bell was heard to ring; And shrieking at her window thrice, The raven flap'd his wing.
Page 5 - Soon after it was generally known that Mr. Tickell was publishing the First Book of the Iliad, I met Dr. Young in the street ; and, upon our falling into that subject, the Doctor expressed a great deal of surprise at Tickell's having had such a Translation so long by him.
Page 5 - ... that each used to communicate to the other whatever verses they wrote, even to the least things; that Tickell could not have been busied in so long a work there without his knowing something of the matter; and that he had never heard a single word of it till on this occasion.
Page 74 - But O ! what Muse can equal warmth impart ? The painter's skill transcends the poet's art. When round the pictur'd founders I descry, With goodness soft and great with majesty, So much of life the artful colours give, Scarce more within their colleges they live; My blood begins in wilder rounds to roll, And pleasing tumults combat in my soul, An humble awe my downcast eyes betray, And only less than adoration pay. Such were the Roman fathers when, o'ercome, They...
Page 109 - How Spain prepares her banners to unfold, And Rome deals out her blessings, and her gold : Then o'er the map my finger, taught to stray, Cross many a region marks the winding way ; From sea to sea, from realm to realm I rove, A.nd grow a mere geographer by love : But...
Page 27 - Bright were the suns, and gently swell'd the seas. Thy presence did each doubtful heart compose, And factions wonder'd that they once were foes ; That joyful day they lost each hostile name, The same their aspect, and their voice the same.
Page 97 - squire is free, And Britain owes her rescu'd oaks to thee*. His miss the frolic viscount •)• dreads to toast, Or his third cure the shallow templar boast ; And the rash fool who scorn'd the beaten road, Dares quake at thunder, and confess his God.
Page 27 - The sun now rolling down the western way, A blaze of fires renews the fading day ; Unnumber'd barks the regal barge infold, Brightening the twilight with its beamy gold ; Less thick the finny shoals, a countless fry, Before the whale or kingly dolphin fly. In one vast shout he seeks the crowded strand, And in a peal of thunder gains the land.