William Julius Mickle

Knowledge or wealth to few are given,It all belongs to thee.

— William Julius Mickle

Dull as a twice-told tale.

— William Julius Mickle

Thousands of angels at thy gate,Triumphing thou hast led.

— William Julius Mickle

There, where the cross in hoary ruin nods,Messiah's cross, far blazing o'er the skies.

— William Julius Mickle

When nature's happiest touch could add no more,Heaven lent an angel's beauty to her face.

— William Julius Mickle

Awake, ye West Winds, through the lonely dale,And ever and anon fair Mulla's plaints renew.

— William Julius Mickle

But are ye sure the news is true—Ye jades, fling by your wheel!

— William Julius Mickle

Sae true's his words, sae smooth's his speech,And will I hear him speak!

— William Julius Mickle

The present moment is our ain,The neist we never saw!

— William Julius Mickle

Nor let the critic, if he find the meaning of Camoens in some instances altered, imagine that he has found a blunder in the Translator. ... It was not to gratify the dull few, whose greatest pleasure in reading a translation is to see what the author exactly says; it was to give a poem that might live in the English language which was the ambition of the Translator. ... And the original is in the hands of the world.

— William Julius Mickle

The dews of summer night did fall;And many an oak that grew thereby.

— William Julius Mickle

And ere the dawn of day appear'd,And many a cry of mortal fear.

— William Julius Mickle

The death-bell thrice was heard to ring,Around the towers of Cumnor Hall.

— William Julius Mickle