“Here sweet Meads, cool Fountains be,
Here Groves where I could spend my Age with thee.”
John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Bucolicks
The London Literary Gazette (10th January 1835) Versions from the German (Second Series.) 'Pauline's Price'— Goethe.
Translations, From the German
“Here sweet Meads, cool Fountains be,
Here Groves where I could spend my Age with thee.”
John Ogilby (1600–1676) Scottish academic
The Works of Publius Virgilius Maro (2nd ed. 1654), Virgil's Bucolicks
Joseph Addison (1672–1719) politician, writer and playwright
Queen Elinor in Rosamond (c. 1707), Act III, sc. ii.
Context: Every star, and every pow'r,
Look down on this important hour:
Lend your protection and defence
Every guard of innocence!
Help me my Henry to assuage,
To gain his love or bear his rage.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
Chill'd with tears,
Kill'd with fears,
Endless torments dwell about thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
The Ancestress (Spoken by Bertha, of Jaromir)
The Venetian Bracelet (1829)
William Morris (1834–1896) author, designer, and craftsman
The Earthly Paradise (1868-70), The Lady of the Land
Context: What man art thou that thus hast wandered here,
And found this lonely chamber where I dwell?
Beware, beware! for I have many a spell;
If greed of power and gold have led thee on,
Not lightly shall this untold wealth be won.
But if thou com'st here knowing of my tale,
In hope to bear away my body fair,
Stout must thine heart be, nor shall that avail
If thou a wicked soul in thee dost bear;
So once again I bid thee to beware,
Because no base man things like this may see,
And live thereafter long and happily.
Samuel Francis Smith (1808–1895) Protestant Christian Minister Patriotic hymn writer
America, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Luís de Camões (1524–1580) Portuguese poet
<p>Ah! minha Dinamene! Assim deixaste
Quem não deixara nunca de querer-te!
Ah! Ninfa minha, já não posso ver-te,
Tão asinha esta vida desprezaste!</p><p>Como já pera sempre te apartaste
De quem tão longe estava de perder-te?
Puderam estas ondas defender-te
Que não visses quem tanto magoaste?</p><p>Nem falar-te somente a dura Morte
Me deixou, que tão cedo o negro manto
Em teus olhos deitado consentiste!</p><p>Oh mar! oh céu! oh minha escura sorte!
Que pena sentirei que valha tanto,
Que inda tenha por pouco viver triste?</p>
Lyric poetry, Não pode tirar-me as esperanças, Ah! minha Dinamene! Assim deixaste