Poems, from the Portuguese of Luis de Camoens: With Remarks on His Life and Writings. Notes, &c. &cJ. Carpenter, 1810 - 160 pages |
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amatory amongst amorous Antonio Ausias Márch barbarous bard beauty's bless bless'd bliss bloom blushing bosom breast breath buds CAMOENS CANTO CANZON CANZONET Cardinal Henry Caterina charms Coimbra cold compositions Dante Dear band death delight disdain dost dreams E'en e'er esperança eyes fairest fanciful Faria y Sousa fate fermosura Ferreyra flow'r genius gentle glowing grace grief happier heart heaven Holy Thursday hour IMITATED Lady lips Lisbon little hour little Poem Lopez Love Love's lover LUIS DE CAMOENS Lusiad MADRIGAL mellowing memory mistress MOENS Mondego mournful muse Naō never night o'er OLD BOND STREET olhos Ovid pain passion Petrarch Phineas Fletcher Poet Poet's poor Portugal Portuguese pow'r Provençal rose scorn secret seem'd seems show'rs sighs smile soft song SONNET XIX soul Sousa in loc Spanish Poet spirit STANZAS sweet sweetest taō taste tears tender thee thou hast translator Troubadour weep young
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Page 50 - WHEN day has smiled a soft farewell, And nightdrops 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: I see her, as with graceful care She binds her braids of sunny hair ; I feel her harp's melodious thrill Strike to my heart, and thence be still...
Page 57 - O, WEEP not thus— we both shall know Ere long a happier doom ; There is a place of rest below, Where thou and I shall surely go, And sweetly sleep, released from woe' Within the tomb. My cradle was the couch of Care, And Sorrow rock'd me in it...
Page 12 - 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 58 - 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 18 - CAMOENS present a mournful picture not merely of individual calamity, but of national ingratitude. He whose best years had been devoted to the service of his country, he, who had taught her literary fame to rival the proudest efforts of Italy itself, and who seemed born to revive the remembrance of ancient gentility and Lusian heroism, was compelled in age, to wander through the streets, a wretched dependant on casual contribution.
Page 54 - THOU hast an eye of tender blue, And thou hast locks of Daphne's hue, And cheeks that shame the morning's break, And lips that might for redness make Roses seem pale beside them ; But whether soft or sweet as they, Lady, alas ! I cannot say, For I have never tried them. Yet, thus created for delight, Lady ! thou art not lovely quite ; For dost thou not this maxim know, That Prudery is Beauty's foe, A stain that mars a jewel ! And e'en that woman's angel face Loses a portion of its grace, If woman's...
Page 41 - Flowers are fresh, and bushes green, Cheerily the linnets sing; Winds are soft, and skies serene; Time, however, soon shall throw Winter's snow O'er the buxom breast of Spring! Hope, that buds in lover's heart, Lives not through the scorn of years; Time makes love itself depart; Time and scorn congeal the mind,— Looks unkind Freeze affection's warmest tears. Time shall make the bushes green; Time dissolve the winter snow; Winds be soft, and skies serene; Linnets sing their wonted strain: But again...
Page 18 - Lusian heroism, was compelled in age, to wander through the streets, a wretched dependant on casual contribution. One friend alone remained to smooth his downward path, and guide his steps to the grave, with gentleness and consolation. It was Antonio, his slave, a native of Java, who had accompanied CAMOENS to Europe, after having rescued him from the waves, when shipwrecked at the mouth of the Mecon.
Page 51 - God knows how fervently ! Such are my hours of dear delight, And morn but makes me long for night, And think how swift the minutes flew, When last amongst the dropping dew, I wauder'd silently. MADRIGAL. (VN) " Nunca manhaa suave " Estendendo seus rayos,