Poems, from the Portuguese of Luis de Camoens: With Remarks on His Life and Writings, Notes, &c. &cJ. Carpenter, 1808 - 158 pages |
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amongst amorous Antonio Ausias Márch bard beauty's bless bless'd bliss bloom blushing boards bosom breast buds Camaō CANTO CANZON CANZONET Cardinal Henry Caterina Chanted charms Coimbra cold d'amor Dante Dear band death deem'd delight disdain Ditto dost dreams E'en e'er eyes fair Fancy Faria y Sousa fate fermosura Ferreyra flow'r gentle glowing grace grief heart heaven hour IMITATED Lady lips Lisbon little hour little Poem Lopez Love Love's lover LUIS DE CAMOENS Lusiad MADRIGAL mellowing mistress MOENS Mondego mournful muse Naō never night o'er octavo OLD BOND STREET olhos Ovid pain passion Petrarch Phineas Fletcher Poet Poet's Portugal Portuguese pow'r press'd Price 17 Price 21 Provençal quarto rose scorn secret show'rs sighs smile soft song soul Sousa in loc Spanish Poet spirit STANZAS sweet sweetest taō tears tender thee THOMAS MOORE thou hast Translator verses vols weep young
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Page 122 - So to intergraft our hands as yet Was all the means to make us one, And pictures in our eyes to get Was all our propagation.
Page 81 - SINCE in this dreary vale of tears No certainty but death appears, Why should we waste our vernal years In hoarding useless treasure ? No, — let the young and ardent mind Become the friend of human kind, And in the generous service find A source of purer pleasure ! Better to live...
Page 51 - I saw the passions' pliant slave In gallant trim and gay, His course was pleasure's placid wave, His life a summer's day.
Page 90 - Friendship seem'd sincere; — Ere I had purchas'd knowledge with a tear. — Mondego ! though I bend my pilgrim way To other shores, where other fountains stray, And other rivers roll their proud career, Still — nor shall time, nor grief, nor stars severe, Nor widening distance e'er prevail in aught To make thee less to this...
Page 16 - Vasconcelos conducted an armament to the Red Sea. Our poet accompanied him, and with the intrepid curiosity of genius, explored the wild regions of Africa by which Mount Felix is surrounded. Here his mind was stored with sketches of scenery, which afterwards formed some of the most finished pictures in his Lusiad, and in his other compositions.
Page 54 - Ao mundo a luz quieta," &c. WHEN day has smil'da soft farewell. And night-drops bathe each shutting bell, And shadows sail along the green, And birds are still, and winds serene, I wander silently. And while my lone step prints the dew, Dear are the dreams that bless my view, To Memory's eye the maid appears, For whom have sprung my sweetest tears, So oft, so tenderly...
Page 78 - No — dearest, no — but, from my soul, It was a little smile that stole The cherish'd sweets of rest. And ever since, from morn till night, That little smile still haunts my sight, In dimples gaily dress'd.
Page 62 - E'en then the griefs I now possess, As natal boons were given; And the fair form of Happiness, Which hover'd round, intent to bless, Scared by the phantoms of distress, Flew back to heaven ! For I was made in Joy's despite, And meant for Misery's slave ; And all my hours of brief delight Fled, like the speedy winds of night, Which soon shall wheel their sullen flight Across my grave!
Page 56 - Dear is the blush of early light To him who ploughs the pathless deep, When winds have rav'd throughout the night, And roaring tempests banish'd sleep— Dear is the dawn, which springs at last, And shows him all his peril past. ' Dearer to me the break of day, Which thus thy bended eye illumes ; And chasing fear and doubt away, Scatters the night of mental glooms, And bids my spirit hope at last, A rich reward for peril past!
Page 55 - Reechoed faithfully : I meet her mild and quiet eye, Drink the warm spirit of her sigh, See young Love beating in her breast, And wish to mine its pulses...