The Works of Virgil, Translated Into English Verse, by John Dryden ... An Improved Ed., Containing Many New and Important Corrections of the Errors of Former Editions--the Various Readings from Dryden's Revisal and Ammendments--with Occasional Remarks and Conjectural Emendations by John Carey, Volumen2J. Cuthell, 1819 |
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... fierce Lycurgus did command , ( Thracia the name the people bold in war Vast are their fields , and tillage is their care ) A hospitable realm , while Fate was kind , With Troy in friendship and religion join'd . I land , with luckless ...
... fierce Lycurgus did command , ( Thracia the name the people bold in war Vast are their fields , and tillage is their care ) A hospitable realm , while Fate was kind , With Troy in friendship and religion join'd . I land , with luckless ...
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... fierce Idomeneus from Crete was fled , Expell'd and exil'd ; that the coast was free From foreign or domestic enemy . We leave the Delian ports , and put to sea ; By Naxos , fam'd for vintage , make our way ; Then green Donysa pass ...
... fierce Idomeneus from Crete was fled , Expell'd and exil'd ; that the coast was free From foreign or domestic enemy . We leave the Delian ports , and put to sea ; By Naxos , fam'd for vintage , make our way ; Then green Donysa pass ...
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... fierce offended heav'n ne'er sent From hell's abyss , for human punishment With virgin faces , but with wombs obscene , Foul paunches , and with ordure still unclean ; With claws for hands , and looks for ever lean . - We landed at the ...
... fierce offended heav'n ne'er sent From hell's abyss , for human punishment With virgin faces , but with wombs obscene , Foul paunches , and with ordure still unclean ; With claws for hands , and looks for ever lean . - We landed at the ...
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... Fierce famine is your lot - for this misdeed , Reduc'd to grind the plates on which you feed . " She said , and to the neighb'ring forest flew . Our courage fails us , and our fears renew . Hopeless to win by war , to pray'rs we fall ...
... Fierce famine is your lot - for this misdeed , Reduc'd to grind the plates on which you feed . " She said , and to the neighb'ring forest flew . Our courage fails us , and our fears renew . Hopeless to win by war , to pray'rs we fall ...
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... fierce Idomeneus his city builds , And guards with arms the Sallentinian fields ; And on the mountain's brow Petilia stands , Which Philoctetès with his troops commands . Ev'n when thy fleet is landed on the shore , And priests with ...
... fierce Idomeneus his city builds , And guards with arms the Sallentinian fields ; And on the mountain's brow Petilia stands , Which Philoctetès with his troops commands . Ev'n when thy fleet is landed on the shore , And priests with ...
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Æneas Æneid afar altars Anchisès arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold Betwixt blood bore breast call'd chief clouds command coursers crown'd Darès dart death descends design'd Dido Euryalus Ev'n ev'ry eyes fame fatal fate father Faunus fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies flood foes forc'd force friends fun'ral fury GEORGIC ghost goddess gods Grecian ground hand haste head heav'n hero honour Jove Juno Juturna king lance land Latian Latium Lausus limbs Messapus Mezentius mighty mind mix'd Mnestheus night o'er off'rings Pallas pass'd peace Phrygian pierc'd pious plain pow'r pray'rs prince promis'd purple queen race rage rais'd rest rising rites Rutulians sacred seis'd Sergestus shade shield shining shore sight Simoïs sire skies slain soul sound spear stand steeds stood Stygian sword Tarchon thee thou Thracian thrice tow'rs town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan unhappy Virgil vows wat❜ry winds wood wound youth
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Página 131 - Let others better mould the running mass Of metals, and inform the breathing brass, And soften into flesh, a marble face ; Plead better at the bar ; describe the skies, And when the stars descend, and when they rise. But Rome ! 'tis thine alone, with awful sway, To rule mankind, and make the world obey, Disposing peace and war, thy own majestic way : To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free : — These are imperial arts and worthy thee.
Página 94 - To whom the yawning pilot, half asleep: "Me dost thou bid to trust the treach'rous deep, The harlot smiles of her dissembling face, And to her faith commit the Trojan race?
Página 210 - He said, and weeping, while he spoke the word, From his broad belt he drew a shining sword, Magnificent with gold. Lycaon made, And in an iv'ry scabbard sheath'd the blade.
Página 107 - Just in the gate, and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell, And pale Diseases, and repining Age, Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage; Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep, (Forms terrible to view) their sentry keep; With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind; The Furies' iron beds; and Strife, that shakes Her hissing tresses, and unfolds her snakes.
Página 314 - The care, O best of fathers, which you take For my concerns, at my desire forsake. Permit me not to languish out my days, But make the best exchange of life for praise. This arm, this lance, can well dispute the prize; And the blood follows, where the weapon flies. His goddess mother is not near, to shroud The flying coward with an empty cloud.
Página 331 - With juice of med'c'nal herbs prepar'd to bathe the wound. The leech, unknowing of superior art Which aids the cure, with this foments the part ; And in a moment ceas'd the raging smart.
Página 218 - Calliope, begin! Ye sacred Nine, Inspire your poet in his high design, To sing what slaughter manly Turnus made, What souls he sent below the Stygian shade, What fame the soldiers with their captain share...
Página 130 - Embrace again, my sons, be foes no more; Nor stain your country with her children's gore ! And thou, the first, lay down thy lawless claim, Thou, of my blood, who bear'st the Julian name...
Página 267 - And all that pleas'd thee living, still remain Inviolate, and sacred to the slain. Thy body on thy parents I bestow, To rest thy soul, at least, if shadows know, Or have a sense of human things below. There to thy fellow ghosts with glory tell : ' 'T was by the great ^Eneas
Página 38 - A wand'ring guest, who from his country fled : Whole days with him she passes in delights, And wastes in luxury long winter nights, Forgetful of her fame and royal trust, Dissolv'd in ease, abandon'd to her lust.