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 | October 12, 2012

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 edition. Excerpt: ...Why then's my simple girl afraid? Yet hold a moment if you can, And heedfully the fable scan. The shades were fled, the morning blush'd, The winds were in their caverns hush'd, When Hymen, pensive and sedate, Held o'er the fields his musing gait: Behind him, through the greenwood shade, Death's meagre form the god survey'd, Who quickly, with gigantic stride, Outwent his pace and join'd his side; The chat on various subjects ran, Till angry Hymen thus began--' Relentless Death! whose iron sway Mortals reluctant must obey, Still of thy power shall I complain, And thy too partial hand arraign? When Cupid brings a pair of hearts, All over stuck with equal darts, Thy cruel shafts my hopes deride, And cut the knot that Hymen tied. ' Shall not the bloody and the bold, The miser hoarding up his gold, The harlot reeking from the stew, Alone thy fell revenge pursue? But must the gentle and the kind Thy firry undistinguish'd find?' The monarch calmly thus replied--' Weigh well the cause and then decide. That friend of yours you lately named, Cupid, alone is to be blamed; Then let the charge be justly laid: That idle boy neglects his trade, And hardly once in twenty years A couple to your temple bears. The wretches whom your office blends, Silenus now or Plutus sends. Hence, care, and bitterness, and strife, Are common to the nuptial life. ' Believe me, more than all mankind Your votaries my compassion find; Yet cruel am I call'd and base, Who seek the wretched to release, The captive from his bonds to free, Indissoluble but for me. ' Tis I entice him to the yoke; By me your crowded altars smoke; For mortals boldly dare the noose, Secure that Death will set them loose.' THE POET AND HIS PATRON. Why, Celia! is your spreading waist So loose, so...
Title:The British Poets, Including Translations Volume 23, No. 1Format:PaperbackDimensions:60 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.12 inPublished:October 12, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:021757789X

ISBN - 13:9780217577892