Selections from the English Poets; From Spenser to Beattie

Selections from the English Poets; From Spenser to Beattie

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1836 edition. Excerpt: ... preserve thy fame; Ages to come thy worth shall own, Point at thy limbs, and tell thy name. Tell Tom, he draws a farce in vain, Before he looks in nature's glass; Puns cannot form a witty scene, Nor pedantry for humour pass. To make men act as senseless wood, And chatter in a mystic strain, Is a mere force on flesh and blood, And shews some error in the brain. He that would thus refine on thee, And turn thy stage into a school, The jest of Punch will ever be, And stand confess'd the greater fool. SAPPHO TO PHAON. Say, lovely youth, that dost my heart command, Can Phaon's eyes forget his Sappho's hand 1 Must then her name the wretched writer prove, To thy remembrance lost, as to thy love? Ask not the cause that I new numbers choose, The lute neglected, and the Lyric Muse; Love taught my tears in sadder notes to flow, And tuned my heart to elegies of woe. No more my soul a charm in music finds, Music has charms alone for peaceful minds. Soft scenes of solitude no more can please, Love enters there, and I'm my own disease. No more the Lesbian dames my passion move, Once the dear objects of my guilty love; All other loves are lost in only thine, Ah, youth ungrateful to a flame like mine! Whom would not all those blooming charms surprise, Those heavenly looks, and dear deluding eyes 1 The harp and bow would you like Phoebus bear, A brighter Phoebus Phaon might appear; Would you with ivy wreathe your flowing hair, Not Bacchus' self with Phaon could compare: Yet Phoebus loved, and Bacchus felt the flame, One Daphne warm'd, and one the Cretan dame; Nymphs that in verse no more could rival me, Than e'en those gods contend in charms with thee. The Muses teach me all their softest lays, And the wide world resounds with Sappho's praise. Though great Alcaeus...
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  • Paperback | 110 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 213g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236547373
  • 9781236547378