The poetical works of Vincent Bourne, consisting of originals and translations. To which are added his letters, 1. kötetLongman, Hurst, Rees, & Orme, 1808 |
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4. oldal
Vincent Bourne. Praise him , ye heavens , long as your frame shall last , Who like a curtain spread the azure waste , And in your happy realms his throne has plac'd : His utmost splendor still to you appears ; O tune in praise the music ...
Vincent Bourne. Praise him , ye heavens , long as your frame shall last , Who like a curtain spread the azure waste , And in your happy realms his throne has plac'd : His utmost splendor still to you appears ; O tune in praise the music ...
8. oldal
... stated periods run , Praise him in your eternal antiphon . Who when the fatal flood of old was past , Promis'd the seasons with the world should last . Venti sonantes flamine turbido , ( Nam fertur alis plus 8 THE SONG & c .
... stated periods run , Praise him in your eternal antiphon . Who when the fatal flood of old was past , Promis'd the seasons with the world should last . Venti sonantes flamine turbido , ( Nam fertur alis plus 8 THE SONG & c .
13. oldal
Vincent Bourne. Praise him , O earth , whilst thou thyself shalt last ; Thy solid orb in liquid ether plac'd , Tho ' hung on nothing , is for ever fast : Praise him whose being is sustain'd by none ; Himself is centre of himself alone ...
Vincent Bourne. Praise him , O earth , whilst thou thyself shalt last ; Thy solid orb in liquid ether plac'd , Tho ' hung on nothing , is for ever fast : Praise him whose being is sustain'd by none ; Himself is centre of himself alone ...
58. oldal
... last humble boon that I crave , Is to shade me with cypress and yew ; And when she looks down in my grave , Let her own that her shepherd was true . Then to her new love let her go , And deck her in golden array ; Be finest at every ...
... last humble boon that I crave , Is to shade me with cypress and yew ; And when she looks down in my grave , Let her own that her shepherd was true . Then to her new love let her go , And deck her in golden array ; Be finest at every ...
66. oldal
... last morn appear . XIV . But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence : A long and last adieu ! Come see , false man ! how low she lies , That died for love of you . XV . Now birds did sing , and morning smile , And shew her glittering head ...
... last morn appear . XIV . But hark ! the cock has warn'd me hence : A long and last adieu ! Come see , false man ! how low she lies , That died for love of you . XV . Now birds did sing , and morning smile , And shew her glittering head ...
Népszerű szakaszok
112. oldal - Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I ; Freely welcome to my cup, Couldst thou sip and sip it up. Make the most of life you may ; Life is short, and wears away. " Both alike are mine and thine, Hastening quick to their decline ; Thine's a summer, mine no more, Though repeated to threescore ; Threescore summers, when they're gone, Will appear as short as one.
102. oldal - I hear a voice, you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand, you cannot see, Which beckons me away.
20. oldal - When in the slippery paths of youth With heedless steps I ran, Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe, And led me up to man.
92. oldal - Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. "Believe not what the landsmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind: They'll tell thee sailors when away, In every port a mistress find : Yes, yes, believe them when they tell thee so, For thou art present wheresoe'er I go.
39. oldal - Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.
34. oldal - Then see the sorrows of my heart, Ere yet it be too late ; And hear my Saviour's dying groans, To give those sorrows weight. VI. For never shall my soul despair Her pardon to procure, Who knows thine only Son has died To make her pardon sure.
124. oldal - Cynthia, turn, he said: The hunted hind lies close in yonder brake. Loud Cupid laugh'd, to see the god's mistake ; And laughing, cried, Learn better, great divine, To know thy kindred, and to honour mine. Rightly advis'd, far hence thy sister seek, Or on Meander's bank, or Latmus
i. oldal - I love the memory of Vinny Bourne. I think him a better Latin poet than Tibullus, Propertius, Ausonius, or any of the writers in his way, except Ovid, and not at all inferior to him.
92. oldal - So the sweet lark, high poised in air. Shuts close his pinions to his breast (If, chance, his mate's shrill call he hear), And drops at once into her nest.
60. oldal - The last humble boon that I crave Is to shade me with Cypress and Yew; And when she looks down on my grave, Let her own that her shepherd was true.