The Poems of Virgil, Volume 34Longmans, Green, 1884 - 424 pages |
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... fire , if it be winter ; if harvest . time , in the shade , I will pour out into goblets the fresh nectar of Ariusian wine . I will have songs sung by Damœtas and Ægon of Lycta ; the dances of the Satyrs shall be imita- ted by ...
... fire , if it be winter ; if harvest . time , in the shade , I will pour out into goblets the fresh nectar of Ariusian wine . I will have songs sung by Damœtas and Ægon of Lycta ; the dances of the Satyrs shall be imita- ted by ...
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... fire all at once ; how from them as their origin all things had a beginning , and the new - born orb of the universe . grew into shape . Next , the soil began to harden , and leave Nereus to be shut up in the sea , and by degrees to ...
... fire all at once ; how from them as their origin all things had a beginning , and the new - born orb of the universe . grew into shape . Next , the soil began to harden , and leave Nereus to be shut up in the sea , and by degrees to ...
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... fire always blazing , and the posts of our door black with continual soot ; here as we sit we care for north winds and cold weather about as much as the wolf for the size of the flock , or torrents for their banks . C. Here stand ...
... fire always blazing , and the posts of our door black with continual soot ; here as we sit we care for north winds and cold weather about as much as the wolf for the size of the flock , or torrents for their banks . C. Here stand ...
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... fire , so may my love act doubly on Daphnis . Crumble the salt cake , and kindle the crackling bay leaves with bitumen . Daphnis , the wretch , is setting me on fire ; I am setting this bay on fire about Daphnis . Bring me home from the ...
... fire , so may my love act doubly on Daphnis . Crumble the salt cake , and kindle the crackling bay leaves with bitumen . Daphnis , the wretch , is setting me on fire ; I am setting this bay on fire about Daphnis . Bring me home from the ...
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... fire , and let the crackling flames burn up the light stubble : whether it be that the land derives hidden strength and fattening nourishment from the process , or that the fire bakes out any distemper it may have , and sweats out its ...
... fire , and let the crackling flames burn up the light stubble : whether it be that the land derives hidden strength and fattening nourishment from the process , or that the fire bakes out any distemper it may have , and sweats out its ...
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Page 117 - Give thy fears a respite, lady of Cythera: thy people's destiny abides still unchanged for thee; thine eyes shall see the city of thy heart, the promised walls of Lavinium; thine arms shall bear aloft to the stars of heaven thy hero ^Eneas; nor has my purpose wrought a change in me. Thy hero — for I will speak out, in pity for the care that rankles yet, and awaken the secrets of Fate's book from the distant pages where they slumber...
Page 265 - Father Anchises paused ; and, as they wondered, went on to say : ' See how Marcellus advances in the glory of the general's spoils, towering with conqueror's majesty over all the warriors near ! When the state of Rome reels under the invader's shock, he shall stay it ; his horse's hoofs shall trample the Carthaginian and the revolted Gaul ; and he shall dedicate the third suit of armour to Quirinus the sire.
Page 209 - For, as she was dying, not in the course of fate, nor for any crime of hers, but in mere misery, before her time, the victim of sudden frenzy, not yet had Proserpine carried off a lock of her yellow hair, and thus doomed her head to Styx and the place of death. So then Iris glides down the sky with saffron wings dew-besprent, trailing a thousand various colours in the face of the sun, and alights above her head. ' This I am bidden to bear away as an offering to Pluto, and hereby set you free from...
Page 198 - Long ere he had done this speech she was glaring at him askance, rolling her eyes this way and that, and scanning the whole man with her silent glances, and thus she bursts forth all ablaze: "No goddess was mother of yours, no Dardanus the head of your line, perfidious wretch! — no, your parent was Caucasus, rugged and craggy, and Hyrcanian tigresses put their breasts to your lips. For why should I suppress aught? or for what worse evil hold myself in reserve ? Did he groan when I wept? did he...
Page 160 - Ulysses the terrible, were watching the spoil. Here are gathered the treasures of Troy torn from blazing shrines, tables of gods, bowls of solid gold, and captive vestments in one great heap. Boys and mothers stand trembling all about in long array. "Nay, I was emboldened even to fling random cries through the darkness. I filled the streets with shouts, and in my agony called again and again on my Creusa with unavailing iteration. As I was thus making my search and raving unceasingly the whole city...
Page 195 - Dido had made, varying the web with threads of gold. Instantly he assails him: "And are you at a time like this laying the foundations of stately Carthage, and building, like a fond husband, your wife's goodly city, forgetting, alas ! your own kingdom and the cares that should be yours? It is no less than the ruler of the gods who sends me down to you from his bright Olympus — he whose nod sways heaven and earth ; it is he that bids me carry his commands through the flying air. What are you building...
Page 186 - Who is this new guest that has entered our door ! What a face and carriage ! What strength of breast and shoulders ! I do believe — it is no mere fancy — that he has the blood of gods in his veins. An ignoble soul is known by the coward's brand. Ah ! by what fates he has been tossed ! What wars he was recounting, every pang of them borne by himself! Were it not the fixed, immovable purpose of my mind never to consent to join myself with any in wedlock's bands, since my first love played me false...
Page 248 - ... eyes — many as are the leaves that drop and fall in the woods in autumn's early cold, or many as are the birds that flock massed together from the deep to the land, when the wintry year drives them over sea to tenant a sunnier clime. There they stood, each praying that he might be the first to cross, with hands yearningly outstretched towards the further shore ; but the grim boatman takes on board now these, now those, while others he drives away, and bars them from the river's brink.
Page 200 - What were your feelings then, poor Dido, at a sight like this! How deep the groans you heaved, when you looked out from your lofty tower on a beach all seething and swarming, and saw the whole sea before you deafened with that hubbub of voices! Tyrant love! what force dost thou not put on human hearts? Again she has to condescend to tears, again to use the weapons of entreaty, and bow her spirit in suppliance under love's yoke, lest she should have left aught untried, and be rushing on a needless...
Page 252 - ... sees stretching on every side the Mourning Fields : such the name they bear. Here dwell those whom cruel Love's consuming tooth has eaten to the heart, in the privacy of hidden walks and an enshrouding myrtle wood : their tender sorrows quit them not even in death. In this region he sees...