Notes of a Twelve Years' Voyage of Discovery in the First Six Books of the Eneis

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Meinhold and Sons, 1853 - 586 pages
 

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Page 9 - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs: She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; 'Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful...
Page 37 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Page 27 - Jovemque concilias, tu das epulis accumbere divom, nimborumque facis tempestatumque potentem.' 80 Haec ubi dicta, cavum conversa cuspide montem impulit in latus : ac venti, velut agmine facto, qua data porta, ruunt et terras turbine perflant...
Page 37 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow. Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.
Page 50 - Thus Satan, talking to his nearest mate, With head up-lift above the wave, and eyes That sparkling blazed ; his other parts besides Prone on the flood, extended long and large, Lay floating many a rood...
Page 102 - Notre chair change bientôt de nature : notre corps prend un autre nom; même celui de cadavre, dit Tertullien, parce qu'il nous montre encore quelque forme humaine, ne lui demeure pas longtemps : il devient un je ne sais quoi, qui n'a plus de nom dans aucune langue...
Page 5 - Dat tecto ingentem, mox aere lapsa quieto Radit iter liquidum, celeres neque commovet alas : Sic Mnestheus, sic ipsa fuga secat ultima Pristis Aequora, sic illam fert impetus ipse volantem.
Page 28 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 87 - For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing...
Page 69 - Within a long recess there lies a bay, An island shades it from the rolling sea, And forms a port secure for ships to ride, Broke by the jutting land on either side: In double streams the briny waters glide. Betwixt two rows of rocks, a sylvan scene Appears above, and groves for ever green...

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