Poemata (William Cowper, trans.)

se harmonious

grassy vale de

d, the wretch, w

pirit elega

s a sweetness

ousand winning

ich Love's bow

virtues to a

thou speak'st,

ight the senseles

each his eyes

self unworthy

e preserve him

yet reach his

top rude, whe

ene, some past'

ly foreign pl

can its tend

s native geni

ue these accen

otic, which Lo

sweetly scor

verse to Briti

ange for Arno's

l'd, and oftime

ills he never

ard and steril

ts from heav'n,

I

nz

l-the nymphs and

fond attempt to

nguage that thou

isque to sing the

st not oft thy p

rest flow'rs, He

etence of ad

res expect, an

whose gr

aurel-leaf with

ocks, already

burthen, bette

or me.-The Fair O

t, and all my F

guage in which L

rles D

ay it wond'ring

ce assum'd a

love, am fall

upright man

ot thus dazzle

s, or damask c

beauties of m

c, with dark b

lustre of a

e, of idioms m

fascinating po

ere draw down th

darting eyes, t

x, she would en

ot be, but th

, such radianc

ev'n as Phoebu

d Libya's san

hat side steam

uffer. Of what

they are, I

in the Lover's

h pain, my bosom

rt escaping the

, they coldness

to my tearful

ghts in show'rs

comes, her brow

I

ess, young, on

ither from m

Lady, with a

my heart, whic

fs not few, int

icted to conc

ake the world, a

adamant self

envy, and fro

ears, that vulga

nius, and fix

ding lyre, an

find it in o

y Love's imme

verse and prose, and he continually shows that he thought highly of his own endowments; but if he praises himself, he does it with that dignified frankness and simplicity of conscious truth, which renders even egotism respectable and delightful: whether he describes the fer

anslation of Andrew M

f Swede

n of Sweden, with

maiden of h

th! of northern

rinkles I have

still chafes m

fate's dark foot

of a hardy

in thy sight,

eens or Kings

ally attr. to Milton, hence Cowper's inclusion of it

the Latin Prose Works

nd

Populo Anglicano

Joseph Washi

sius's "

sius, the French

lish, and "Hu

cal, flush'd wit

sses,3 "Hundre

g's last stock.

imp for th'Antic

aise employ his

n'd to stink th

n. a "Hundred" was a division of an English shire. 3 The Jacobus was a gold coin

the "Defensio

y Robert Fel

alma

errings, and

winter, shive

masius,1 pityin

nds your naked

of his paper

jackets to i

ndent with his

parade the

raise with che

serve to grace t

ck their noses

y on "S

erning Alex

ing with More'

or'd2 enough, a

i, hoc distochon" [Some ingenious person wrote this distich]. Mil

ct rendering of this. I have played upon t

ation of a Lette

y Robert Fel

tor, Tho

rt; but I do not grieve at the omission of so pleasurable a duty, so much as I rejoice at having such a place in your regard as makes you anxious often to hear from me. I beseech you not to take it amiss, that I have not now written to you for more than three years; but with you usual benignity to impute it rather to circumstances than to inclination. For Heaven knows that I regard you as a parent, that I have always treated you with the utmost respect, and that I was unwilling to tease you with my compositions. And I was anxious that if my letters had nothing else to recommend them, they might be recommended by their rarity. And lastly, since the ardour of my regard makes me imagine that you are always present, that I hear

. Cam

slations of th

MacDonal

hose honoured

noble ford of

void the man

soul enamour

lf-revealed in

t with which th

s bow and shaft

wers one day sha

ightsome talk or

the hill-trees

es and ears let

mself unwort

ve alone him h

his heart stri

I

ight brown, on

the little s

ange fair plant,

in unwonted

tive springtime

y tongue hath

ech to wake new

hee, in scor

se sense is to

hames, and the f

so, and I, at

Love never wi

mind, hard hear

ts from heaven

I

nz

ths that in the

les come round m

with an unknow

ence the courag

ver frustrate

ughts still to t

y: Thee other st

ores, another

se verda

very moment, f

on, leaves tha

en on thy ba

tell thee; tho

-and her word

ther-tongue, and

. "Can

V

rles D

I muse to te

I, that Love w

ghter of his s

honest feet wil

sses, not a ch

us; but, in a n

at the hear

high-souled m

lendent with a

re than one tong

in the midd

tired moon wand

eyes such poten

ard my ears wo

dy sweet, you

but that th

y smite me as

way o'er Libya

pour hot doth

pringing where m

customed lov

heir speech call

itself, sore v

bosom; part, u

and all about

to mine eyes th

ghts in silent

returns, with

al. "Per Certo"). 2 [Ital.] "Alba"-I

I

th, in love

e myself I se

my heart th

e. In trials

has been, firm t

udent, worthy t

reat world, in t

armour adamant

nd envy as se

ars that still th

ts and high w

nding lyre, a

lt thou find

fixed his ever