Page 61 - There is the moral of all human tales ; « 'Tis but the same rehearsal of the past, First Freedom, and then Glory — when that fails, Wealth, vice, corruption, — barbarism at last And History, with all her volumes vast, Hath but one page...
Page 8 - Thee, bold Longinus! all the Nine inspire, And bless their critic with a poet's fire: An ardent judge, who, zealous in his trust, With warmth gives sentence, yet is always just; Whose own example strengthens all his laws; And is himself that great Sublime he draws.
Page 27 - Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee all the while Softly speak and sweetly smile.
Page 27 - O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Page 28 - ... sourire; les dieux dans son bonheur peuvent-ils l'égaler? Je sens de veine en veine une subtile flamme courir par tout mon corps sitôt que je te vois, et dans les doux transports où s'égare mon âme je ne saurais trouver de langue ni de voix. Un nuage confus se répand sur ma vue, je n'entends plus, je tombe en de douces langueurs, et pâle, sans haleine, interdite, éperdue, un frisson me saisit, je tremble, je me meurs.
Page 19 - Ossa stood ; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood. Such were they youths ! had they to manhood grown Almighty Jove had trembled on his throne : But ere the harvest of the beard began To bristle on the chin, and promise man, His shafts Apollo aim'd ; at once they sound, And stretch the giant monsters o'er the ground.
Page 41 - The double plague of luxury and love! Forbear, ye sons of insolence! forbear, In riot to consume a wretched heir. In the young soul illustrious thought to raise, Were ye not tutor'd with Ulysses
Page 19 - Proud of their strength and more than mortal size, The gods they challenge, and affect the skies; Heav'd on Olympus tottering Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood: Such were the youths ! had they to manhood grown, Almighty Jove had trembled on his throne.
Page 37 - O ye, who patiently explore The wreck of Herculanean lore, What rapture ! could ye seize Some Theban fragment, or unroll One precious, tender-hearted, scroll Of pure Simonides.
Page 41 - Thou wouldst have thought, so furious was their fire, No force could tame them, and no toil could tire ; As if new vigour from new fights they won, And the long battle was but then begun. Greece, yet unconquer'd, kept alive the war, Secure of death, confiding in despair; Troy, in...