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Page 77 - ... fiction. In short, these two immortal poets must be allowed to have so much excelled in their kinds, as to have exceeded all comparison, to have even extinguished emulation, and in a manner confined true poetry, not only to their two languages, but to their very persons.
Page 253 - In me are fix'd those arrows, in my breast ; But sure his wings are shorn, the boy remains ; For never takes he flight, nor knows he rest ; Still, still I feel him warring through my veins. In these scorch'd vitals dost thou joy to dwell ? Oh shame ! to others let thy arrows flee ; Let veins untouch'd with all thy venom swell ; Not me thou torturest, but the shade of me. Destroy me — who shall then describe the fair ? This my light Muse to thee high glory brings : When the nymph's tapering fingers,...
Page 147 - LET others pile their yellow ingots high, And see their cultured acres round them spread; While hostile borderers draw their anxious eye, And at the trumpet's blast their sleep is fled! Me let my poverty to ease resign; While my bright hearth reflects its blazing cheer; In season let me plant the pliant vine, And, with light hand, my swelling apples rear!
Page 233 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine ; like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame .Memory and her siren daughters...
Page 5 - Fear made her devils, and weak hope her gods; Gods partial, changeful, passionate, unjust, Whose attributes were rage, revenge, or lust; Such as the souls of cowards might conceive, And, form'd like tyrants, tyrants would believe.
Page 24 - They shunn'd the pelting shower, and beating blast. No common weal the human tribe allied; Bound by no laws, by no fix'd morals tied, Each snatch'd the booty, which his fortune brought; And, wise in instinct, each his welfare sought.
Page 270 - ... depart : And still expectant sighs ; while some strange fair Attracts thee to her door : we know not where. Fond fool ! when, disentangled from her head Her nightly turban's purple fillet's spread, As, drooping. with moist sleep, she lifts her eyes, Such odours from her locks dishevelled rise, As ne'er Arabia's breathing balms diffuse ; For Love's own hands extract those essenced dews. But spare him, brothers ! the repentant youth Gives his free promise now of amorous truth : And see, we reach...
Page 64 - Some shook their ivy-shrowded spears ; and some From hand to hand, in wild and fitful feast, Snatch'da torn heifer's limbs : some girt themselves With twisted serpents: others bore along, In hollow arks, the mysteries of the God : Mysteries, to uninitiated ear In silence wrapt. On timbrels others smote With tapering hands, or from smooth orbs of brass Clank'd shrill a tinkling sound; and many blew The horn's hoarse blare, and the barbaric pipe Bray'd harsh upon the ear its dinning tune.
Page 154 - Honouring the raptures that his youth had blest, Shall hang the wreath, and slow-departing say, "Sleep! — and may earth lie light upon thy breast!" Truth prompts my tongue; but what can truth avail? The love her laws prescribe must now be mine; My ancestors' loved groves I set to sale — My household Gods, your title I resign!
Page 148 - Embosom'd in my garment, bear along, Or kid forgotten by its heedless dam. Spare my small flock ! ye thieves and wolves, assail The wealthier cotes that ampler booty hold ; Ne'er for my shepherd due lustrations fail; I soothe with milk the goddess of the fold. Be present, Deities! nor gifts disdain From homely board ; nor cups with scorn survey, Earthen, yet pure ; for such the ancient swaia Form'd for himself, and shaped of ductile clay. I envy not my sires their golden heap ; Their garners...