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Side xi
... show the orthography of their day . The translations are by many different writers , whose names will be found attached to their renderings . Elegance has been sought , but closeness to the original has always been considered of greater ...
... show the orthography of their day . The translations are by many different writers , whose names will be found attached to their renderings . Elegance has been sought , but closeness to the original has always been considered of greater ...
Side xv
... show the simplicity , and display the character , of the epi- grams . The first is an inscription by Simonides , which serves the double purpose of commemorating the deeds of the dead , and of impressing on the living the glory gained ...
... show the simplicity , and display the character , of the epi- grams . The first is an inscription by Simonides , which serves the double purpose of commemorating the deeds of the dead , and of impressing on the living the glory gained ...
Side xvii
... show all the grace and beauty of an earlier period , fell often into sarcasms and strained conceits , which contrast unfavourably with the simple style of their predecessors . Even the worst of modern epigrams is scarcely inferior to ...
... show all the grace and beauty of an earlier period , fell often into sarcasms and strained conceits , which contrast unfavourably with the simple style of their predecessors . Even the worst of modern epigrams is scarcely inferior to ...
Side xviii
... indecent pandering to the vile lusts of an unchaste people , form the staple of his writings . He could , and occasionally did , compose epigrams in a very different strain , which show how nobly he might have followed xviii INTRODUCTION .
... indecent pandering to the vile lusts of an unchaste people , form the staple of his writings . He could , and occasionally did , compose epigrams in a very different strain , which show how nobly he might have followed xviii INTRODUCTION .
Side xix
... show the character of a large por- tion of his writings . The first is a specimen of his gross flattery of Domitian ( Book VIII . 54 , translated by El- phinston ) : Much tho ' thou still bestow , and promise more ; Tho ' lord of ...
... show the character of a large por- tion of his writings . The first is a specimen of his gross flattery of Domitian ( Book VIII . 54 , translated by El- phinston ) : Much tho ' thou still bestow , and promise more ; Tho ' lord of ...
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Side 127 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark, Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ? O, no, good Kate ; neither art thou the worse For this poor furniture, and mean array.
Side 217 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Side xxxvi - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Side 142 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Side 305 - Full many a gem of purest ray serene The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear : Full many a flower is born to blush unseen, And waste its sweetness on the desert air. Some village- Hampden, that, with dauntless breast, The little tyrant of his fields withstood, Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest, Some Cromwell guiltless of his country's blood. Th...
Side 460 - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The sea-nymphs, and their powers offended.
Side 57 - When to the Sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste...
Side 519 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
Side 137 - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Side 20 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore. The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?