Poems Original and Translated, Volumes 1-2W. Pickering, 1844 |
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Page 73 - But first, on earth as Vampire sent, Thy corse shall from its tomb be 'rent : Then ghastly haunt thy native place, And suck the blood of all thy race : There, from thy daughter, sister, wife, At midnight drain the stream of life ; Yet loathe the banquet which perforce Must feed thy livid living corse : Thy victims, ere they yet expire, Shall know the demon for their sire, As cursing thee, thou cursing them, Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
Page 350 - Fill high the bowl with sparkling wine ; Cool the bright draught with summer snow. Amid my locks let odours flow ; Around my temples roses twine. See yon proud emblem of decay, Yon lordly pile that braves the sky ! It bids us live our little day, Teaching that Gods themselves must die.
Page 229 - WHY wait we for the torches' lights ? Now let us drink, while day invites. In mighty flagons hither bring The deep-red blood of many a vine, That we may largely quaff and sing The praises of the God of wine — The son of Jove and Semele, Who gave the jocund grape to be A sweet oblivion to our woes.
Page 216 - I said. I said — but ah I had not learn'd to prove How strong the fetters that are forged by love. That little thread of gold I strove to sever Was bound like steel about my heart for ever; And, from that luckless hour, my tyrant fair Has led and...
Page 234 - Mars first poured on either shore The storm of battle and its wild uproar, Hath man by land and sea such glory won, As for the mighty deed this day was done. By land, the Medes in myriads press the ground ; By sea, a hundred Tyrian ships are drowned, With all their martial host ; while Asia stands Deep groaning by, and wrings her helpless hands.
Page 309 - tis the greatest evil man can know, The keenest sorrow in this world of woe, The heaviest impost laid on human breath, Which all must pay, or yield the forfeit— death. For Death all wretches pray; but when the prayer Is heard, and he steps forth to ease their care, Gods ! how they tremble at his aspect rude, And, loathing, turn ! Such man's ingratitude ! And none so fondly cling to life, as he Who hath outlived all life's felicity.
Page 230 - THE worst of ills, and hardest to endure, Past hope, past cure, Is Penury, who, with her sister-mate Disorder, soon brings down the loftiest state, And makes it desolate. This truth the sage of Sparta told, Aristodemus old, —
Page 216 - Go, idle, amorous boys, What are your cares and joys, To love, that swells the longing virgin's breast? A flame half hid in doubt, Soon kindled, soon burnt out, A blaze of momentary heat at best ! " Haply you well may find (Proud privilege of your kind) Some friend to share the secret of your heart ; Or, if your inbred grief Admit of such relief, The dance, the chase, the play, assuage your smart.
Page 258 - From Colophon some deem thee sprung ; From Smyrna some, and some from Chios ; These noble Salamis have sung, While those proclaim thee born in los ; And others cry up Thessaly, The mother of the Lapithae.
Page 350 - Friends equal both in years and fame ; Your living easy, and your board With food, but not with luxury stored A bed, though chaste, not solitary ; Sound sleep, to shorten night's dull reign ; Wish nothing that is yours to vary ; Think all enjoyments that remain ; And for the inevitable hour, Nor hope it nigh, nor dread its power.