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... foes . To fruitful Italy my course was bent , And from the King of Heaven is my descent . With twice ten sail I crossed the Phrygian sea ; Fate and my mother goddess led my way . Scarce seven , the thin remainder of my fleet , From ...
... foes . To fruitful Italy my course was bent , And from the King of Heaven is my descent . With twice ten sail I crossed the Phrygian sea ; Fate and my mother goddess led my way . Scarce seven , the thin remainder of my fleet , From ...
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... foe ; They weep , they beat their breasts , they rend their hair , And rich embroidered vests for presents bear ; But ... foes And dares her maiden arms to manly force oppose . Thus , while the Trojan prince employs his eyes , Fixed on ...
... foe ; They weep , they beat their breasts , they rend their hair , And rich embroidered vests for presents bear ; But ... foes And dares her maiden arms to manly force oppose . Thus , while the Trojan prince employs his eyes , Fixed on ...
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... foes ; Who has not heard the story of your woes ? The name and fortune of your native place ? The fame and valour of the Phrygian race ? We Tyrians are not so devoid of sense , Nor so remote from Phoebus ' influence . Whether to Latian ...
... foes ; Who has not heard the story of your woes ? The name and fortune of your native place ? The fame and valour of the Phrygian race ? We Tyrians are not so devoid of sense , Nor so remote from Phoebus ' influence . Whether to Latian ...
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... foes could hear , Nor stern Ulysses tell without a tear . And now the latter watch of wasting night , And setting stars to kindly rest invite . But since you take such interest in our woe , And Troy's disastrous end desire to know , I ...
... foes could hear , Nor stern Ulysses tell without a tear . And now the latter watch of wasting night , And setting stars to kindly rest invite . But since you take such interest in our woe , And Troy's disastrous end desire to know , I ...
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... foes ; Or ' tis an engine , raised above the town , To o'erlook the walls , and then to batter down . Somewhat is sure designed , by fraud or force ; Trust not their presents , nor admit the horse . ' Thus having said , against the ...
... foes ; Or ' tis an engine , raised above the town , To o'erlook the walls , and then to batter down . Somewhat is sure designed , by fraud or force ; Trust not their presents , nor admit the horse . ' Thus having said , against the ...
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Æneas aloft altars Anchises arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold blood bore breast Carthage chief clouds coast command coursers Creusa cries crowned dare dart death descends Dido dire divine Euryalus eyes falchion fame fatal fate father Faunus fear field fierce fight fire flames flies flood foes force fortune friends fury ghost goddess gods grace Grecian ground hand haste head heaven hero holy honour Jove Juno Juturna king labour lance land Latian Latium Lausus limbs Messapus Mezentius mighty mind Mnestheus mortal night o'er oars Pallas peace Phrygian pious plain Priam prince purple pursue Queen race rage renew rest rising rites rolling Rutulians sacred shades shield shining shore shun side sight sire skies slain soul sound spear stand steeds stood sword Tarchon temples thee thou Thracian thrice throne thunder towers town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan Tyrian unhappy Virgil vows walls winds wood wound youth
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Page 7 - My next desire is, void of care and strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life — A country cottage near a crystal flood, A winding valley, and a lofty wood. Some god conduct me to the sacred shades, Where Bacchanals are sung by Spartan maids, Or lift me high to Haemus...
Page 87 - Great Jove, propitious to the Moorish race, Who feast on painted beds, with offerings grace Thy temples, and adore thy power divine With blood of victims, and with sparkling wine ! Seest thou not this ? or do we fear in vain Thy boasted thunder, and thy thoughtless reign ? Do thy broad hands the forky lightnings lance ? Thine are the bolts, or the blind work of chance ? A wandering woman builds, within our state, A little town, bought at an easy rate ; She pays me homage ; (and my grants allow A...
Page 109 - As, when the dove her rocky hold forsakes, Roused in a fright, her sounding wings she shakes ; The cavern rings with clattering ; out she flies, And leaves her callow care, and cleaves the skies : At first she flutters ; but at length she springs To smoother flight, and shoots upon her wings ; So Mnestheus in the Dolphin cuts the sea ; And, flying with a force, that force assists his way.
Page 153 - Nysa's top descending on the plains, With curling vines around his purple reins. And doubt we yet through dangers to pursue The paths of honour, and a crown in view?
Page 36 - The cause, and ruled the counsels of the court, I made some figure there ; nor was my name Obscure, nor I without my share of fame.
Page 51 - She held my hand, the destin'd blow to break; Then from her rosy lips began to speak: 'My son, from whence this madness, this neglect Of my commands, and those whom I protect? Why this unmanly rage? Recall to mind Whom you forsake, what pledges leave behind.
Page 99 - Oppressed with numbers in the unequal field, His men discouraged and himself expelled, Let him for succour 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 unburied on the barren sand : D2 These are my prayers, and this...
Page 16 - Illyrian coasts, Where rolling down the steep, Timavus raves, And through nine channels disembogues his waves. At length he founded Padua's happy seat, And gave his Trojans a secure retreat ; There...
Page 151 - But the pure ether of the soul remains. But, when a thousand rolling years are past (So long their punishments and penance last), Whole droves of minds are, by the driving god...
Page 152 - Dardan blood: Born in the covert of a shady wood, Him fair Lavinia, thy surviving wife, Shall breed in groves, to lead a solitary life. In Alba he shall fix his royal seat, And, born a king, a race of kings beget ;— Then Procas. honour of the Trojan name, Capys, and Numitor, of endless fame.