Glover, Whitehead, Jago, Brooke, Scott, Mickle, JenynsAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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الصفحة 12
... Hyacinthus and Cleora - the cave of the furies , and the cave of Trophonius . As to the characters , that of Aristides is evidently the author's favourite , nor will the reader , perhaps , be less interested in the fate of Themistocles ...
... Hyacinthus and Cleora - the cave of the furies , and the cave of Trophonius . As to the characters , that of Aristides is evidently the author's favourite , nor will the reader , perhaps , be less interested in the fate of Themistocles ...
الصفحة 118
... Hyacinthus near a youth unlike His sire Nicomachus . That subtile chief Of our Carystian neighbours is behind , Escorting laden carriages of grain , Thy purchase ; nought his sordid hand bestows , He , curious more than friendly in our ...
... Hyacinthus near a youth unlike His sire Nicomachus . That subtile chief Of our Carystian neighbours is behind , Escorting laden carriages of grain , Thy purchase ; nought his sordid hand bestows , He , curious more than friendly in our ...
الصفحة 119
... Hyacinthus , who had gain'd the deck , Him ent'ring thus addresses : " Son , the chief Of Athens , great Themistocles , demands Thee for companion . " As a casual gleam Breaks through th'unrav'iling texture of black clouds , Which long ...
... Hyacinthus , who had gain'd the deck , Him ent'ring thus addresses : " Son , the chief Of Athens , great Themistocles , demands Thee for companion . " As a casual gleam Breaks through th'unrav'iling texture of black clouds , Which long ...
الصفحة 120
... Hyacinthus follows , who in arms , Once by his patron worn , to ev'ry eye Presents a new Themistocles , but such , As when th ' allurement of his early bloom He , not unconscious of the charm , display'd To Attic damsels . Cloudless on ...
... Hyacinthus follows , who in arms , Once by his patron worn , to ev'ry eye Presents a new Themistocles , but such , As when th ' allurement of his early bloom He , not unconscious of the charm , display'd To Attic damsels . Cloudless on ...
الصفحة 121
... Hyacinthus hath no cure but death . " The Sun was broad at noon ; my recent loss Lamenting , yet assuaging by the joy To see Cleora soon , ne'er left before , ( A tedious interval to me ) I reach'd My home , th ' abode of Glaucé . Clos ...
... Hyacinthus hath no cure but death . " The Sun was broad at noon ; my recent loss Lamenting , yet assuaging by the joy To see Cleora soon , ne'er left before , ( A tedious interval to me ) I reach'd My home , th ' abode of Glaucé . Clos ...
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Abrocomes Aristides arms Asopus Athenian Athens band barbarian beauteous beauty behold beneath bless'd bliss bloom bosom brave breast breath bright Carian Chalcis charms chief death delight Demaratus Demonax Diomedon dread Earth Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fate fix'd flame flow'rs gen'ral gen'rous glory Gobryas grace Grecian Greece Greeks grief groves Haliartus hand hast hath heart Heav'n hero hills honour horrour host Hyacinthus Hyperanthes king Lamachus Leonidas Locrian lord Lygdamis maid Mardonius Masistius Medon mind Mindarus Muse Mycon native Nature's ne'er night numbers o'er Oïleus Oreus pass'd Pausanias Persian plain pow'r praise pride rage rais'd reign rise round sacred satrap scene seat shade shore Sicinus sight sire smiles soft song soul spake Spartan spear spread stream sweet swift tears terrour thee Themistocles thine thou thought toil tow'rs train vale virtue voice warriors wave Whate'er winds Xerxes youth
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الصفحة 319 - What thou seest, What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself, With thee it came and goes : but follow me, And I will bring thee where no shadow stays Thy coming, and thy soft embraces ; he Whose image thou art, him thou shalt enjoy Inseparably thine ; to him shalt bear Multitudes like thyself, and thence be called Mother of human race.
الصفحة 324 - For God is also in sleep, and dreams advise, Which He hath sent propitious, some great good Presaging, since with sorrow and heart's distress Wearied I fell asleep: but now lead on; In me is no delay; with thee to go Is to stay here; without thee here to stay Is to go hence unwilling; thou to me Art all things under heav'n, all places thou, Who for my wilful crime art banished hence.
الصفحة 319 - With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds...
الصفحة 321 - Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels ; for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing ; ye in heaven, On earth, join all ye creatures to extol Him first, Him last, Him midst, and without end.
الصفحة 321 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
الصفحة 321 - Shot parallel to the earth his dewy ray, Discovering in wide landscape all the east Of Paradise and Eden's happy plains, Lowly they bow'd adoring, and began Their orisons, each morning duly paid In various style...
الصفحة 319 - Not distant far from thence, a murmuring sound Of waters issued from a cave, and spread Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved, Pure as the expanse of Heaven: I thither went, With unexperienced thought, and laid me down On the green bank, to look into the clear Smooth lake, that to me seem'd another sky.
الصفحة 318 - Still as they thirsted, scoop the brimming stream ; Nor gentle purpose, nor endearing smiles Wanted, nor youthful dalliance, as beseems Fair couple, link'd in happy nuptial league, Alone as they. About them frisking play'd All beasts of the earth, since wild, and of all chase In wood or wilderness, forest or den...
الصفحة 320 - Awake : The morning shines, and the fresh field Calls us ; we lose the prime, to mark how spring Our tender plants, how blows the citron grove, What drops the myrrh, and what the balmy reed, How nature paints her colours, how the bee Sits on the bloom extracting liquid sweet.
الصفحة 17 - Had been better far than dying Of a grieved and broken heart. ' Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail : Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle slain.