The Works of Virgil:: Containing His Pastorals, Georgics, and Aeneis, Volumen3Jacob Tonson in the Strand., 1721 - 1043 páginas |
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... 'd , the Lictors bore 235 Their Awful Axes , and the Rods before . Here the Tribunal ftood , the House of Pray'r And here the facred Senators repair : 215 220 225 All All at large Tables , in long order fet , 720 EN . VII . VIRGIL's.
... 'd , the Lictors bore 235 Their Awful Axes , and the Rods before . Here the Tribunal ftood , the House of Pray'r And here the facred Senators repair : 215 220 225 All All at large Tables , in long order fet , 720 EN . VII . VIRGIL's.
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... this Tiara wore Old Priam , and this Golden Sceptre bore In full Affemblies , and in folemn Games ; Thefe Purple Vefts were weav'd by Dardan Dames . 340 , Thus Thus while he spoke , Latinus rowl'd around His Eyes 724 EN . VII . VIRGIL's.
... this Tiara wore Old Priam , and this Golden Sceptre bore In full Affemblies , and in folemn Games ; Thefe Purple Vefts were weav'd by Dardan Dames . 340 , Thus Thus while he spoke , Latinus rowl'd around His Eyes 724 EN . VII . VIRGIL's.
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... bore . Think on a King's inviolable Word ; And think on Turnus , her once plighted Lord : To this falfe Foreigner you give your Throne , And wrong a Friend , a Kinsman , and a Son . Refume your ancient Care ; and if the God Your Sire ...
... bore . Think on a King's inviolable Word ; And think on Turnus , her once plighted Lord : To this falfe Foreigner you give your Throne , And wrong a Friend , a Kinsman , and a Son . Refume your ancient Care ; and if the God Your Sire ...
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... bore , And Poles with pointed Steel their Foes in Battel gore . Like Hercules himself , his Son appears , In Salvage Pomp : a Lyon's Hide he wears ; About his Shoulders hangs the fhaggy Skin , The Teeth , and gaping Jaws feverely grin ...
... bore , And Poles with pointed Steel their Foes in Battel gore . Like Hercules himself , his Son appears , In Salvage Pomp : a Lyon's Hide he wears ; About his Shoulders hangs the fhaggy Skin , The Teeth , and gaping Jaws feverely grin ...
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... bore , 1045 And nurs'd his Youth along the Marshy Shore : Where great Diana's peaceful Altars flame , In fruitful Fields , and Kirbius was his Name . Hippolytus , as old Records have faid , Was by his Stepdam fought to fhare her Bed ...
... bore , 1045 And nurs'd his Youth along the Marshy Shore : Where great Diana's peaceful Altars flame , In fruitful Fields , and Kirbius was his Name . Hippolytus , as old Records have faid , Was by his Stepdam fought to fhare her Bed ...
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The Works of Virgil: Containing His Pastorals, Georgics, and Aeneis, Volumen3 Virgil Vista completa - 1721 |
Términos y frases comunes
Æneas Æneid Afcanius againſt Arcadian Arms Battel bear Behold Blood Breaft caft call'd Command cou'd Courfers Courſe Darts Death defcends Defire Diomede Drances Eneas Euryalus ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid Fame fatal Fate Father Faunus Fear fecure feek felf fends fent fhall fhining fhou'd fide Field fierce Fight Fire firft firſt fix'd flain Flames flew Flood Foes fome forc'd Force fought Fourdrinier Friends ftand ftill ftood fuch Fury Georgic Goddeſs Gods Ground Hand Head Heav'n himſelf Horfes Horſe Jav'lin Jove juft Juno King laft Lance Land laſt Latian Latium lefs Meffapus Mezentius o'er Paffage Pallas Peace Phrygian pierc'd Plain pointed Lance Pow'r prefent Prince Rage rais'd reft reſt rifing rowl'd rowling Rutulians Scul ſhall ſhe Shield Sire Soul Spear ſtands Steeds ſtood Sword Tarchon thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thro Tow'rs Town trembling Trojan Troops Tufcan Turnus Virgil whofe Winds wou'd Wound Youth
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Página 781 - O ye gods, replace On his own head, and on his impious race! The living and the dead at his command Were coupled, face to face, and hand to hand, Till, chok'd with stench, in loath'd embraces tied, The ling'ring wretches pin'd away and died.
Página 904 - And bristled boars, and woolly sheep expire. Around the piles a careful troop attends, To watch the wasting flames, and weep their burning friends ; Ling'ring along the shore, till dewy night New decks the face of heav'n with starry light.
Página 901 - O Pallas, thou hast failed thy plighted word, To fight with caution, not to tempt the sword. I warned thee, but in vain, for well I knew What perils youthful ardour would pursue ; That boiling blood would carry thee too far ; Young as thou wert in dangers, raw to war. O curst essay of arms, disastrous doom, Prelude of bloody fields and fights to come.
Página 779 - The grot with beaten anvils groans around. By turns, their arms advance in equal time ; By turns, their hands descend, and hammers chime. They turn the glowing mass with crooked tongs : The fiery work proceeds, with rustic songs. While, at the Lemnian god's command, they urge Their labours thus, and ply th' JEolian forge, The cheerful morn salutes Evander's eyes, And songs of chirping birds invite to rise.
Página 970 - And health and vigour are at once restored. lapis first perceived the closing wound, And first the footsteps of a god he found.
Página 952 - He tries his goring horns against a tree, And meditates his absent enemy; He pushes at the winds; he digs the strand With his black hoofs, and spurns the yellow sand. Nor less the Trojan, in his Lemnian arms...
Página 968 - The wounded prince is forc'd to leave the field : Strong Mnestheus, and Achates often tried, And young Ascanius, weeping by his side, Conduct him to his tent. Scarce can he rear His limbs from earth, supported on his spear.
Página 840 - And all th' inferior world. From first to last, The sov'reign senate in degrees are plac'd. Then thus th' almighty sire began: "Ye gods, Natives or denizens of blest abodes, From whence these murmurs, and this change of mind, This backward fate from what was first design'd?
Página 776 - On their eternal anvils here he found The brethren beating, and the blows go round; A load of pointless thunder now there lies Before their hands to ripen for the skies.
Página 887 - Tis now my bitter banishment I feel : This is a wound too deep for time to heal. My guilt thy growing virtues did defame ; My blackness blotted thy unblemish'd name.