The British Poets: Including Translations ...

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C. Whittingham, 1822

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Página 166 - The march begins in military state, And nations on his eye suspended wait; Stern Famine guards the solitary coast, And Winter barricades the realms of Frost; He comes, nor want nor cold his course delay: — Hide, blushing glory, hide Pultowa's day!
Página 164 - See nations slowly wise, and meanly just, To buried merit raise the tardy bust.
Página 170 - Where then shall Hope and Fear their objects find? Must dull suspense corrupt the stagnant mind? Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
Página 160 - ... mist delude, Shuns fancied ills, or chases airy good; How rarely Reason guides the stubborn choice, Rules the bold hand, or prompts the suppliant voice; How nations sink, by darling schemes oppress'd, When Vengeance listens to the fool's request. Fate wings with ev'ry wish th...
Página 156 - Sure the most bitter is a scornful jest ; Fate never wounds more deep the generous heart, Than when a blockhead's insult points the dart.
Página 164 - Are these thy views? Proceed, illustrious youth, And Virtue guard thee to the throne of Truth ! Yet should thy soul indulge the gen'rous heat, Till captive Science yields her last retreat; Should Reason guide thee with her brightest ray, And pour on misty Doubt resistless day...
Página 134 - One night when Beauclerk and Langton had supped at a tavern in London, and sat till about three in the morning, it came into their heads to go and knock up Johnson, and see if they could prevail on him to join them in a ramble. They rapped violently at the door of his chambers in the Temple, till at last he appeared in his shirt, with his little black wig on the top of his head, instead of a nightcap, and a poker in his hand, imagining, probably, that some ruffians were coming to attack him. When...
Página 49 - The tower that long had stood the crush of thunder and the warring winds, shook by the slow but sure destroyer time, now hangs in doubtful ruins o'er its base ; and flinty pyramids and walls of brass descend: — the Babylonian spires are sunk; Achaia, Rome and Egypt moulder down. Time shakes the stable tyranny of thrones, and tottering empires crush by their own weight. This huge rotundity we tread grows old and all those worlds that roll around the sun; the sun himself shall die ; and ancient night...
Página 165 - The ravish'd standard, and the captive foe, The senate's thanks, the gazette's pompous tale, With force resistless o'er the brave prevail. Such bribes the rapid Greek o'er Asia...
Página 156 - Has heaven reserv'd, in pity to the poor, No pathless waste, or undiscover'd shore; No secret island in the boundless main? No peaceful desert yet unclaim'd by SPAIN? Quick let us rise, the happy seats explore, And bear oppression's insolence no more.

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