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... sire bespoke : " O King of Gods and Men ! whose awful hand Disperses thunder on the seas and land , Disposing all with absolute command ; How could my pious son thy pow'r incense ? Or what , alas ! is vanish'd Troy's offense ? Our hope ...
... sire bespoke : " O King of Gods and Men ! whose awful hand Disperses thunder on the seas and land , Disposing all with absolute command ; How could my pious son thy pow'r incense ? Or what , alas ! is vanish'd Troy's offense ? Our hope ...
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... sire his helpless hand extend . Himself he saw amidst the Grecian train , Mix'd in the bloody battle on the plain ; And swarthy Memnon in his arms he knew , His pompous ensigns , and his Indian crew . Penthisilea there , with haughty ...
... sire his helpless hand extend . Himself he saw amidst the Grecian train , Mix'd in the bloody battle on the plain ; And swarthy Memnon in his arms he knew , His pompous ensigns , and his Indian crew . Penthisilea there , with haughty ...
Page 108
... sire , Whom they returning will to death require ; Will perpetrate on them their first design , And take the forfeit of their heads for mine ? Which , O ! if pity mortal minds can move , If there be faith below , or gods above , If ...
... sire , Whom they returning will to death require ; Will perpetrate on them their first design , And take the forfeit of their heads for mine ? Which , O ! if pity mortal minds can move , If there be faith below , or gods above , If ...
Page 121
... sire , Thus us'd my wretched age : the gods he fear'd , The laws of nature and of nations heard . He cheer'd my sorrows , and , for sums of gold , The bloodless carcass of my Hector sold ; Pitied the THE SECOND BOOK OF THE ENEIS 121.
... sire , Thus us'd my wretched age : the gods he fear'd , The laws of nature and of nations heard . He cheer'd my sorrows , and , for sums of gold , The bloodless carcass of my Hector sold ; Pitied the THE SECOND BOOK OF THE ENEIS 121.
Page 122
... sire , Slidd'ring thro ' clotter'd blood and holy mire , ( The mingled paste his murder'd son had made , ) Haul'd from beneath the violated shade , And on the sacred pile the royal victim laid . His right hand held his bloody falchion ...
... sire , Slidd'ring thro ' clotter'd blood and holy mire , ( The mingled paste his murder'd son had made , ) Haul'd from beneath the violated shade , And on the sacred pile the royal victim laid . His right hand held his bloody falchion ...
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Æneas Æneid altars Anchises arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold betwixt blood breast call'd Carthage chief clouds command coursers Creüsa cries crown'd dare dart death descends design'd Dido divine 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 goddess gods Grecian ground hand haste head heav'n hero honor Italy Jove Juno Juturna king land Latian Latium Lausus Messapus Mezentius mighty mind mix'd Mnestheus night o'er Pallas pass'd peace Phrygian pierc'd pious plain pleas'd poem poet pow'r pray'rs Priam prince promis'd queen race rage rais'd resolv'd rest rising rites Rutulian sacred Segrais seiz'd shades shield shining shore sight Simoïs sire skies slain soul sound spear steeds stood sword Tarchon thee thou thrice thro tow'rs town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan Tyrian unhappy Virgil vows walls wand'ring winds wood wound youth
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Page 110 - And first around the tender boys they wind, Then with their sharpen'd fangs their limbs and bodies grind. The wretched father, running to their aid With pious haste, but vain, they next invade ; Twice round his waist their winding volumes roll'd ; And twice about his gasping throat they fold. The priest thus doubly choked — their crests divide, And towering o'er his head in triumph ride.
Page 44 - ... ac veluti magno in populo cum saepe coorta est seditio, saevitque animis ignobile volgus, iamque faces et saxa volant, furor arma ministrat; 100 tum pietate gravem ac meritis si forte virum quem conspexere, silent arrectisque auribus adstant; ille regit dictis animos, et pectora mulcet...
Page 178 - Oppress'd with numbers in th' unequal field, His men discourag'd, and himself expell'd, Let him for succor sue from place to place, Torn from his subjects, and his son's embrace. First, let him see his friends in battle slain, And their untimely fate lament in vain ; And when, at length, the cruel war shall cease, On hard conditions may he buy his peace: Nor let him then enjoy supreme command; But fall, untimely, by some hostile hand, And lie...
Page 211 - THE SIXTH BOOK OF THE MNEIS THE ARGUMENT. — The Sibyl foretells J£neas the adventures he should meet with in Italy. She attends him to hell ; describing to him the various scenes of that place, and conducting him to his father Anchises, who instructs him in those sublime mysteries of the soul of the world, and the transmigration ; and shews him that glorious race of heroes which was to descend from him, and his posterity.
Page 142 - At length her lord descends upon the plain, In pomp, attended with a num'rous train ; Receives his friends, and to the city leads, And tears of joy amidst his welcome sheds. Proceeding on, another Troy I see, Or, in less compass, Troy's epitome. A...
Page 36 - Love has nothing of his own ; he borrows all from a greater master in his own profession, and, which is worse, improves nothing which he finds. Nature fails him, and being forced to his old shift, he has recourse to witticism. This passes indeed with his soft admirers, and gives him the preference to Virgil in their esteem.
Page 187 - The Centaur and the Dolphin brush the brine With equal oars, advancing in a line : And now the mighty Centaur seems to lead, And now the speedy Dolphin gets ahead : \ Now board to board the rival vessels row ; The billows lave the skies, and ocean groans below. They reach'd the mark. Proud Gyas and his train In triumph rode, the victors of the main : But, steering round, he charg'd his pilot — •" Stand More close to shore, and skim along the sand ! Let others bear to sea.
Page 367 - T is all that he can give, or we demand. Joy is no more; but I would gladly go, To greet my Pallas with such news below.
Page 200 - The crowd withdrawn, an open plain appears. And now the noble youths, of form divine, Advance before their fathers, in a line : The riders grace the steeds ; the steeds with glory shine. Thus marching on in military pride, Shouts of applause resound from side to side.
Page 64 - I have endeavoured to make Virgil speak such English as he would himself have spoken, if he had been born in England, and in this present age.