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Aetolia (Greece) (search for this): poem 6
in bounds, and mayst thou ne'er be dry. Thou canst not think it such a mighty boast, A torrent has a gentle lover cross'd. Rivers should rather take the lover's side, Rivers themselves love's wondrous power have tried. 'Twas on this score Inachus, pale and wan, Sickly and green, into the ocean ran ; Long before Troy the ten-years siege did fear, Thou, Xanthus, thou Neaera's chains didst wear; Ask Achelous who his horns did drub, Straight he complains of Hercules's club. For Calydon, for all Aetolia Was then contested such outrageous fray! It neither was for gold, nor yet for fee; Dejanira, it was all for thee. E'en Nile so rich, that rolls thro' sev'n wide doors, And uppish over all his country scours, For Asop's daughter did such flame contract, As not by all that stock of water slack'd. I might a hundred goodly rivers name, But must not pass by thee, immortal Thame; Ere thou couldst Isis to thy bosom take. How didst thou wind and wander for her sake! The lusty ---- with broad Hum
Thame (United Kingdom) (search for this): poem 6
so rich, that rolls thro' sev'n wide doors, And uppish over all his country scours, For Asop's daughter did such flame contract, As not by all that stock of water slack'd. I might a hundred goodly rivers name, But must not pass by thee, immortal Thame; Ere thou couldst Isis to thy bosom take. How didst thou wind and wander for her sake! The lusty ---- with broad Humber strove; Was it for fame ? I say it was for love. What makes the noble Ouse up from the main With hideous roar come bristlin Thou crawl'st along, in winter foul and poor, In summer puddled like a common-shore. In all thy days when didst a courtesy ? Dry traveller ne'er laid a lip to thee. The bane to cattle, to the meadows worse, For something all, I for my sufferings curse. To such unworthy wretch, how am I sham'd, That I the gen'rous am'rous river nam'd! When Nile and Achelous I display'd, And Thame and Ouse, what worm was in my head For thy reward, discourteous river, I Wish, be the summers hot, the winters dry.
Troy (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): poem 6
e moon, In shorter journey would my job be done. Why rave I for what crack-brain'd bards devise, Or name their lewd unconscionable lies ? Good river, let me find thy courtesy, Keep within bounds, and mayst thou ne'er be dry. Thou canst not think it such a mighty boast, A torrent has a gentle lover cross'd. Rivers should rather take the lover's side, Rivers themselves love's wondrous power have tried. 'Twas on this score Inachus, pale and wan, Sickly and green, into the ocean ran ; Long before Troy the ten-years siege did fear, Thou, Xanthus, thou Neaera's chains didst wear; Ask Achelous who his horns did drub, Straight he complains of Hercules's club. For Calydon, for all Aetolia Was then contested such outrageous fray! It neither was for gold, nor yet for fee; Dejanira, it was all for thee. E'en Nile so rich, that rolls thro' sev'n wide doors, And uppish over all his country scours, For Asop's daughter did such flame contract, As not by all that stock of water slack'd. I might a hundr
Humber (United Kingdom) (search for this): poem 6
olia Was then contested such outrageous fray! It neither was for gold, nor yet for fee; Dejanira, it was all for thee. E'en Nile so rich, that rolls thro' sev'n wide doors, And uppish over all his country scours, For Asop's daughter did such flame contract, As not by all that stock of water slack'd. I might a hundred goodly rivers name, But must not pass by thee, immortal Thame; Ere thou couldst Isis to thy bosom take. How didst thou wind and wander for her sake! The lusty ---- with broad Humber strove; Was it for fame ? I say it was for love. What makes the noble Ouse up from the main With hideous roar come bristling back again ? He thinks his dearest Dervent left behind, Or fears her false, in new embraces joined. Thee also some small girl has warm'd, we guess, Tho' woods and forests now hide thy soft place. Whilst this I speak, it swells and broader grows, And o'er the highest banks impetuous flows. Dog-flood, what art to me ? or why dost check Our mutual joys ? and, churl, my jo
Nile (search for this): poem 6
and, churl, my journey break ? What wouldst, if thee indeed some noble race, Or high descent, and glorious name did grace ? When of no ancient house or certain seat, (Nor, known before this time, untimely, great) Rais'd by some sudden thaw thus high and proud, No holding thee, ill-manner'd upstart flood ; Not my love-tales can make thee stay thy course, Thou--zounds, thou art a -- river for a horse. Thou hadst no fountain, but from bears wert pist, From snows, and thaws, or Scotch unsav'ry mist. Thou crawl'st along, in winter foul and poor, In summer puddled like a common-shore. In all thy days when didst a courtesy ? Dry traveller ne'er laid a lip to thee. The bane to cattle, to the meadows worse, For something all, I for my sufferings curse. To such unworthy wretch, how am I sham'd, That I the gen'rous am'rous river nam'd! When Nile and Achelous I display'd, And Thame and Ouse, what worm was in my head For thy reward, discourteous river, I Wish, be the summers hot, the winters dry.
Ouse (United Kingdom) (search for this): poem 6
rivers name, But must not pass by thee, immortal Thame; Ere thou couldst Isis to thy bosom take. How didst thou wind and wander for her sake! The lusty ---- with broad Humber strove; Was it for fame ? I say it was for love. What makes the noble Ouse up from the main With hideous roar come bristling back again ? He thinks his dearest Dervent left behind, Or fears her false, in new embraces joined. Thee also some small girl has warm'd, we guess, Tho' woods and forests now hide thy soft place. W. Thou crawl'st along, in winter foul and poor, In summer puddled like a common-shore. In all thy days when didst a courtesy ? Dry traveller ne'er laid a lip to thee. The bane to cattle, to the meadows worse, For something all, I for my sufferings curse. To such unworthy wretch, how am I sham'd, That I the gen'rous am'rous river nam'd! When Nile and Achelous I display'd, And Thame and Ouse, what worm was in my head For thy reward, discourteous river, I Wish, be the summers hot, the winters dry.
Hercules (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): poem 6
r, let me find thy courtesy, Keep within bounds, and mayst thou ne'er be dry. Thou canst not think it such a mighty boast, A torrent has a gentle lover cross'd. Rivers should rather take the lover's side, Rivers themselves love's wondrous power have tried. 'Twas on this score Inachus, pale and wan, Sickly and green, into the ocean ran ; Long before Troy the ten-years siege did fear, Thou, Xanthus, thou Neaera's chains didst wear; Ask Achelous who his horns did drub, Straight he complains of Hercules's club. For Calydon, for all Aetolia Was then contested such outrageous fray! It neither was for gold, nor yet for fee; Dejanira, it was all for thee. E'en Nile so rich, that rolls thro' sev'n wide doors, And uppish over all his country scours, For Asop's daughter did such flame contract, As not by all that stock of water slack'd. I might a hundred goodly rivers name, But must not pass by thee, immortal Thame; Ere thou couldst Isis to thy bosom take. How didst thou wind and wander for her s
Argus (Pennsylvania, United States) (search for this): poem 8
o the poor, In vain the needy clients crowd the door; The judges to the rich decree the cause, And money only gives their force to laws. 'Tis money makes the judge with looks severe Insult the poor, and give the rich his ear; 'Tis money buys the title, makes the knight, And dignifies with quality the cit: Let money do all this, and more; the bar Let money govern, and direct the war. Let peace, as money sets the terms, be made, But let it not the rights of love invade. Let us enjoy this privilege at least, That if we must be poor, we may with love be bless'd: For now-a-days there's not a dame in town So coy, but if you've money she's your own. What tho' her keeper may an Argus be ? Blind him with money, and he'll nothing see. What though her husband should by chance be by? He'll leave the house, let you your money fly. If there's a god above, to whom belongs The cause of love, and slighted lovers wrongs, Revenge the false one's mercenary scorn, And let ill-gotten pelf to dirt return.
Stepney (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): poem 9
Elegy IX: Upon the Death of Tibullus. By Stepney. If Memnon's fate bewail'd with constant dew, Does, with the day, his mother's grief renew, If her son's death mov'd tender Thetis' mind To swell with tears the waves, with sighs the wind; Sad Cupid now despairs of conqu'ring hearts, Throws by his empty quiver, breaks his darts: Eases his useless bows from idle strings; Nor flies, but humbly creeps with flagging wings. He wants, of which he robb'd fond lovers, rest; And wounds with furious hands his pensive breast. Those graceful curls which wantonly did flow, The whiter rivals of the falling snow, Forget their beauty, and in discord lie, Drunk with the fountain from his melting eye. Nor Phoebus, nor the muses' queen, could give Their son, their own prerogative, to live. Orpheus, the heir of both his parents' skill, Tam'd wond'ring beasts, not death's more cruel will. Linus' sad strings on the dumb lute do lie. In silence forc'd to let their master die. His mother weeping does his e
Delia (Canada) (search for this): poem 9
d'ring beasts, not death's more cruel will. Linus' sad strings on the dumb lute do lie. In silence forc'd to let their master die. His mother weeping does his eyelids close, And on his urn, tears, her last gift, bestows. His sister too, with hair dishevell'd, bears Part of her mother's nature, and her tears. With those, two fair, two mournful rivals come, And add a greater triumph to his tomb: Both hug his urn, both his lov'd ashes kiss, And both contend which reap'd the greater bliss. Thus Delia spoke (when sighs no more could last) Renewing by remembrance pleasures past; "When youth with vigour did for joy combine, I was Tibullus' life, Tibullus mine; 1 entertained his hot, his first desire, And kept alive, till age, his active fire." To her then Nemesis (when groans gave leave) "As I alone was lov'd, alone I'll grieve; Spare your vain tears, Tibullus' heart was mine, About my neck his dying arms did twine: I snatch'd his soul, which true to me did prove; Age ended yours, death onl
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