New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Volum 6

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Side 12 - My soul impels me to the embattled plains! Let me be foremost to defend the throne, And guard my father's glories, and my own. "Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates! (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Side 40 - Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Side 39 - He knew his lord : — he knew, and strove to meet (In vain he strove), to crawl, and kiss his feet; Yet (all he could) his tail, his ears, his eyes, Salute his master, and confess his joys.
Side 75 - Celestial visitant, once more Thy needful presence I implore ! In pity come, and ease my grief, Bring my distemper'd soul relief, Favour thy suppliant's hidden fires, And give me all my heart desires.
Side 13 - O thou ! whose glory fills th' 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,...
Side 13 - Embitters all thy woes, by naming me. The thoughts of glory past, and present shame, A thousand griefs shall waken at the name ! May I lie cold before that dreadful day, Press'd with a load of monumental clay ! Thy Hector, wrapt in everlasting sleep, Shall neither hear thee sigh, nor see thee weep.
Side 12 - Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee: Alas! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall, Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share: Oh, prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon...
Side 73 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung.
Side 36 - Four acres was th' allotted space of ground, Fenc'd with a green enclosure all around. Tall thriving trees confess'd the fruitful mold; The red'ning apple ripens here to gold, Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows, With deeper red the full pomegranate glows, The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear, And verdant olives flourish round the year. The balmy spirit of the western gale Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail: Each dropping pear a following pear...
Side 27 - tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains: The form subsists without the body's aid, Aerial semblance, and an empty shade!

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