Stories in Verse

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G. Routledge & Company, 1855 - 356 sider
The final section (pp. [294]-356) consist of Leigh Hunt's translations of classical poetry chiefly from Greek and Latin.

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Side 274 - Or call up him that left half told « The story of Cambuscan bold, Of Camball, and of Algarsife, And who had Canace to wife, That own'd the virtuous ring and glass; And of the wondrous horse of brass, On which the Tartar king did ride...
Side 48 - Full little knowest thou, that hast not tried, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Side 226 - twas a gallant thing to see that crowning show, Valor and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws; They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws; With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled...
Side 47 - Thy service in some graver subject use, Such as may make thee search thy coffers round, Before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound...
Side 40 - Our Age was cultivated thus at length; But what we gain'd in skill we lost in strength. Our Builders were, with want of Genius, curst; The second Temple was not like the first: Till You, the best Vitruvius, come at length; Our Beauties equal; but excel our strength.
Side 52 - Eternal HOPE ! when yonder spheres sublime Peal'd their first notes to sound the march of Time, Thy joyous youth began — but not to fade. — When all the sister planets have...
Side 29 - Upon his thombe he had of gold a ring, And by his side a naked sword hanging; And up he rideth to the highe bord. In all the halle ne was ther spoke a word, For mervaille of this knight ; him to behold Full besily they waiten, young and old.
Side 57 - Tis nature, full of spirits, waked and springing ; The birds to the delicious time are singing, Darting with freaks and snatches up and down, Where the light woods go seaward from the town ; While happy faces, striking through the green Of leafy roads, at every turn are seen ; And the far ships, lifting their sails of white Like joyful hands, come up with scattery light, Come gleaming up, true to the wished-for day, And chase the whistling brine, and swirl into the bay.
Side 18 - David's government. Impoverished and deprived of all command, Their taxes doubled as they lost their land; And, what was harder yet to flesh and blood, Their gods disgraced and burnt like common wood.
Side 165 - There came a man, making his hasty moan Before the Sultan Mahmoud on his throne, And crying out—' My sorrow is my right, And I will see the Sultan, and to-night.

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