The British Poets, Including Translations Volume 23, No. 1 by British PoetsThe British Poets, Including Translations Volume 23, No. 1 by British Poets

The British Poets, Including Translations Volume 23, No. 1

byBritish Poets

Paperback | July 9, 2012

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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. 1822 edition. Excerpt: ... religion made the best Or deities, or semi-gods at least! But we, forbidden this by piety, Or, if we were not, by your modesty, Will make our hearts an altar, and there pray Not to, but for, you; nor that England may Enjoy your equal, when you once are gone, But, what's more possible, to' enjoy you long. TO HIS VERY MUCH HONOURED GODFATHER, MR. A. B. I Love (for that upon the wings of Fame name. Shall perhaps mock Death or Time's darts) my I love it more, because 'twas given by you; I love it most, because 'twas your name too; For if I chance to slip, a conscious shame Plucks me, and bids me not defile your name. I'm glad that city, to' whom I owed before (But, ah me! Fate hath cross'd that willing score) A father, gave me a godfather too; And I'm more glad, because it gave me you; Whom I may rightly think, and term, to be Of the whole city an epitome. I thank my careful Fate, which found out one (When Nature had not licensed my tongue Farther than cries) who should my office do; I thank her more, because she found out you: In whose each look I may a sentence see; In whose each deed, a teaching homily. How shall I pay this debt to you? My fate Denies me Indian pearl or Persian plate; Which though it did not, to requite you thus, Were to send apples to Alcinous, And sell the cunning'st way.--No! when I can, In every leaf, in every verse, write man; When my quill relisheth a school no more; When my pen-feather'd Muse hath learn'd to soar, And gotten wings as well as feet; look then For equal thanks from my unwearied pen: Till future ages say, 'twas you did give A name to me, and I made yours to live. AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF JOHN LITTLETON, Esquire, SON AND HEIR TO SIR THOMAS LITTLETON, Who mas drowned leaping into the Water to save his younger...
Title:The British Poets, Including Translations Volume 23, No. 1Format:PaperbackDimensions:82 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.17 inPublished:July 9, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217068286

ISBN - 13:9780217068284