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Seite 267 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Seite 9 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Seite 135 - THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, Having to advise the public, may speak free ; Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise ; Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace ; What can be juster in a state than this ? FROM HORACE.
Seite 510 - To-morrow you will live, you always cry; In what far country does this morrow lie, That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive? Beyond the Indies does this morrow live? Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear Twill be both very old and very dear. To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itselfs too late, the wise lived yesterday.
Seite 218 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer' day, White smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Seite 23 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Seite 10 - O thou ! whose glory fills the ethereal throne, And all ye deathless powers ! protect my son ! Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown, To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown, Against his country's foes the war to wage, And rise the Hector of the future age ! So when triumphant from successful toils, Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils, Whole hosts may hail him with deserved acclaim, And say, this chief transcends his father's fame ; While pleased amidst the general shouts of Troy,...
Seite 440 - Torn from his subjects, and his son's embrace, First let him see his friends in battle slain, And their untimely fate lament in vain : Arid when at length the cruel war shall cease, On hard conditions may he buy his peace ; Nor let him then enjoy supreme command But fall untimely by some hostile hand, And lie unburied in the common sand.
Seite 10 - Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast, Scar'd at the dazzling helm, and nodding crest.