Specimens of the Classic Poets: In a Chronological Series from Homer to Tryphiodorus ; Translated Into English Verse ; and Illustrated with Biographical and Critical Notes, Volume 3Robert Baldwin, 1814 |
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Abydos Achilles Alcon arms ASTYLUS Ausonius AVIENUS bends beneath birds blast blaze blood bosom bound breast breath bride Cerinthus charms cheek Claudian clouds Colchian COLUTHUS courser darted death deep Domitian dread dust E'en earth eyes fair fame Fates fire flame flows fold gaze glide glow Goddess Gods grace Greeks grove hand hast head heart heaven Hero HERO AND LEANDER Jove Leander light limbs lips Lucan LYCIDAS maid Memnon midst mountain Nasamon neck NONNUS nymph o'er ocean Oppian Peleus plain poem poet press'd quivering rear'd rocks roll'd rolls Rome rose round rush rush'd shade shore shrill sight Silius Italicus sire slumber snatch'd soft soul spear spread springs stars Statius steed Stilicho stood stream Sulpitia swift Thebaid thee thine thou throng Tibullus tide toil torch trembling Trojans Troy Tryphiodorus Venus Virgil virgin wave wind wings wood wound yield youth
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Page 100 - Parnassus' trembling summits roll'd ; As with drawn bow the Delian archer stood, And writhed with hundred wounds he lash'd the reedy wood.
Page 67 - A beau is one who, with the nicest care, In parted locks divides his curling hair ; One who with balm and cinnamon smells sweet, Whose humming lips some Spanish air repeat ; Whose naked arms are smooth'd with pumice-stone, And tos-i'd about with graces all his own : A beau is one who takes his constant seat.
Page 251 - The teeming chives shot forth ; the petals spread ; The bow-pot's glory rear'd its smiling head : While this, that ere the passing moment flew, Flamed forth one blaze of scarlet on the view ; Now shook from withering stalk the waste perfume, Its verdure stript, and pale its faded bloom. I marvell'd at the spoiling flight of time, That roses thus grew old in earliest prime.
Page 65 - Attains rehearses, Pleads finely, writes fine tales and verses ; Fine epigrams, fine farces vie With grammar and astrology ; He finely sings, and dances finely : Plays tennis : fiddles most divinely All finely done, and nothing well : Then, if a man the truth may tell, This all-accomplish'd Punchinello Is a most busy, idle fellow.
Page 296 - d my cottage ; swelling rich with wine Hangs from the twisted elm my cluster'd vine. Boughs glow with cherries, apples bend my wood ; And the crush'd olive foams with juicy flood. Where my light beds the scattering rivulet drink, My simple pot-herbs flourish on the brink ; And poppies smiling wave the rosy head, That yield no opiate to a restless bed. If for the birds I weave the limed snare, Or for the startlish deer the net prepare, Or with a slender thread the fish delude, No other wiles disturb...
Page 72 - Is fain to beat his mourning breast, And tear his hair beside a grave, Asks, " Blush you not to mourn a slave ? I mourn a high, rich, noble wife : And yet I bear my lot in life ! " Thy fortitude exceeds all bounds : Thou hast two hundred thousand pounds; Thou bear'st — 't is true — thy lot of life : Thou bear'st the jointure of thy wife ! — Translation of SIR CHARLES ABRAHAM ELTON.
Page 54 - O'er smooth ascents, and where Vocontia yields The level champaign of her verdant fields. Athwart their easy march Druentia spread The devastation of its torrent bed: Turbid with stones and trunks of trees, descends The Alpine stream ; the ashen forests rends ; Rolls mountain fragments, crumbling to the shock, And beats with raving surge the channelled rock.
Page 66 - Your porch on hundred columns soars; You tread on alabaster floors; The race-horse beats your dusty ring; Fountains, with ever-wasting spring, Fall on the ear with gliding sound, And spacious courts are opening round. 'Tis all so grand and so complete, There is no room to sleep or eat: How excellently lodged, Sir, here, In this no-lodging you appear!
Page 116 - Some youth's twin'd arms enfold the twining maid ; Willing he wakes, while midnight hours roll on, And scorns thee, Sleep ! and waves thee to be gone. Come, then, from them ! oh leave their bed for mine ; I bid thee not with all thy plumes incline On my bow'd lids ; this kindest boon beseems The happy crowd, that share thy softest dreams ; Let thy wand's tip but touch my closing eye, Or, lightly hovering, skim, and pass me by.
Page 53 - BEYOND the Pyrenean's lofty bound, Through blackening forests shagg'd with pine around, The Carthaginian pass'd; and, fierce, explored The Volcan champaign with his wasting sword. Then trod the threatening banks, with hastening force, Where Rhone high-swelling rolls its sweeping course. From Alpine heights, and steep rocks, cap'd with snow, Gushes the Rhone, where Gaul is stretch'd below.