The British Poets: Including Translations ...

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C. Whittingham, 1822
 

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Seite 104 - to these abodes repair, And breathe, in ample fields, the soft Elysian air. Then are they happy, when by length of time The scurf is worn away of each committed crime; No speck is left of their habitual stains; But the pure ether of the soul remains. But, when a thousand rolling years are
Seite 231 - their bridegrooms of returning light. In an ill hour insulting Turnus tore Those golden spoils, and in a worse he wore. O mortals! blind in fate, who never know To bear high fortune, or endure the low! The time shall come, when Turnus, but in vain, Shall wish untouch'd the trophies of the slain—
Seite 104 - (So long their punishments and penance last), Whole droves of minds are, by the driving god, Compell'd to drink the deep Lethaean flood, In large forgetful draughts to steep the cares Of their past labours and their irksome years; That, unremembering of its former pain, The soul may suffer mortal flesh again.
Seite 85 - his brandish'd weapon at their face; Had not the Sibyl stopp'd his eager pace, And told him what those empty phantoms were—•■ Forms without bodies, and impassive air. Hence to deep Acheron they take their way, Whose troubled eddies, thick with ooze and clay, Are whirl'd aloft, and in Cocytus lost:
Seite 159 - powers, . Of nymphs and Fauns, and savage men who took Their birth from trunks of trees and stubborn oak. Nor laws they knew, nor manners, nor the care Of labouring oxen, nor the shining share, Nor arts of gain, nor what they gain'd to spare. Their exercise the chase: the running flood Supplied
Seite 101 - new invented arts ; Those who, to worth, their bounty did extend, And those who knew that bounty to commend. The heads of these with holy fillets bound, And all their temples were with garlands crown'd. To these the Sibyl thus her speech address'd, And first to him surrounded by the rest—
Seite 39 - etherial space, The shining circle of the year has fill'd, Since first this isle my father's ashes held: And now the rising day renews the year— A day for ever sad, for ever dear. This would I celebrate with annual games, With gifts on altars piled, and holy flames, Though banish'd to
Seite 91 - The next, in place and punishment, are they Who prodigally threw their souls away— Fools, who, repining at their wretched state, And loathing anxious life, suborn'd their fate. With late repentance, now they would retrieve The bodies they forsook, and wish to live; Their pains and poverty desire to bear,
Seite 75 - her labouring breast. Greater than humankind she seem'd to look, And with an accent more than mortal spoke. Her staring eyes with sparkling fury roll; When all the god came rushing on her soul. Swiftly she turn'd, and, foaming as she spoke, ' Why this delay ? (she cried)—the
Seite 110 - raise a shouting sound: But hovering mists around his brows are spread; And night, with sable shades, involves his head. ' Seek not to know (the ghost replied with tears) The sorrows of thy sons in future years; This youth (the blissful vision of a day) Shall just be shown on earth, and snatch'd away. The gods too high had raised

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