The Georgics of Virgil: With the text of [Christian Gottlob] Heyne, literally and rhythmically transl. by W[illiam] Sewell. For the use of studentsLongman, 1846 - 162 pages |
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... Hath Nature upon spots determin'd laid , What time at first on the unpeopled globe Deucalion toss'd his stones , whence men arose A hardy lineage . Rouse thee then ! straightway The earth's rich soil from the year's primal months Let ...
... Hath Nature upon spots determin'd laid , What time at first on the unpeopled globe Deucalion toss'd his stones , whence men arose A hardy lineage . Rouse thee then ! straightway The earth's rich soil from the year's primal months Let ...
Page 69
... hath it been unfruitful fields to fire , And stubble light with bickering flames to burn . Whether mysterious powers , and unctuous food Thence do thy lands imbibe , or from their core By fire each venom is sublimed , and forth Exudes ...
... hath it been unfruitful fields to fire , And stubble light with bickering flames to burn . Whether mysterious powers , and unctuous food Thence do thy lands imbibe , or from their core By fire each venom is sublimed , and forth Exudes ...
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... hath both its homesteads fix'd , And built its gran'ries ; or of eyes bereft , Moles have their chambers dug ; and toad in cells Oft found ; and all the many monster forms Which earth brings forth and mighty though it be , Thy wheaten ...
... hath both its homesteads fix'd , And built its gran'ries ; or of eyes bereft , Moles have their chambers dug ; and toad in cells Oft found ; and all the many monster forms Which earth brings forth and mighty though it be , Thy wheaten ...
Page 74
... hath the hours of day and sleep Just balanc'd , and midway ' twixt light and shades The globe doth now dispart , ply , sturdy swains , Your bullocks , sow your barleys in the plains , Till the last shower of frost intractable . So too ...
... hath the hours of day and sleep Just balanc'd , and midway ' twixt light and shades The globe doth now dispart , ply , sturdy swains , Your bullocks , sow your barleys in the plains , Till the last shower of frost intractable . So too ...
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... Hath breathed with panting his coursers , there Its ' lated lamps doth crimson Vesper kindle . Hence storms in doubtful skies may we forelearn ; Hence both the day of harvest , and the hour Of sowing , and what time the treach'rous sea ...
... Hath breathed with panting his coursers , there Its ' lated lamps doth crimson Vesper kindle . Hence storms in doubtful skies may we forelearn ; Hence both the day of harvest , and the hour Of sowing , and what time the treach'rous sea ...
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æquor aëre æstas æther aliæ alta apibus armenta arva atque Bacchus beneath Cæsar canibus caput Ceres circum cœli cœlo corpora coursers cura curæ Cyrene deep deûm doth e'en earth edition etiam Eurus flocks flumina Frigidus frondes frumentis genus Grammar ground groves hæc hath haud heaven Hence herbæ herbas hiems hinc illa illæ illis illum ingenti Inque inter Interea ipsa ipsæ ipse Jamque læta læti latè Latin Mæcenas magìs magno malè medio mighty mollia moreo'er namque neath neque nocte Numina Nunc o'er ocean oleaster omnes Omnia omnis pecori pingues pingui plain plough primùm Primus quà quæ quæque Quàm Quid quis quoque quùm rastris sæpe sese shalt thou shower Sire soil sooth spring stabulis stream swain tantum Tayget tecta tectis tellus terga Terque terræ terram thee tibi toil tree tribe ulmos unto VALPY verò vines vomere winds woods
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Page 15 - Caesar, invidet, atque hominum queritur curare triumphos, quippe ubi fas versum atque nefas : tot bella per orbem, 505 tam multae scelerum facies, non ullus aratro dignus honos, squalent abductis arva colonis, et curvae rigidum falces conflantur in ensem.
Page 27 - Versibus incomptis ludunt risuque soluto, Oraque corticibus sumunt horrenda cavatis, Et te, Bacche, vocant per carmina laeta, tibique Oscilla ex alta suspendunt mollia pinu.
Page 62 - Eurydicenque suam iam luce sub ipsa, 490 immemor, heu ! victusque animi, respexit. ibi omnis effusus labor, atque immitis rupta tyranni foedera, terque fragor stagnis auditus Avernis. illa, Quis et me, inquit, miseram, et te perdidit, Orpheu, quis tantus furor?
Page 50 - Intima more suo sese in cunabula condent. Sin autem ad pugnam exierint — nam saepe duobus Regibus incessit magno discordia motu, Continuoque animos vulgi et trepidantia bello Corda licet longe praesciscere ; namque morantes 70 Martius ille aeris rauci canor increpat, et vox Auditur fractos sonitus imitata tubarum.
Page 29 - Musae, 475 quarum sacra fero ingenti percussus amore, accipiant caelique vias et sidera monstrent, defectus solis varios lunaeque labores; unde tremor terris, qua vi maria alta tumescant obicibus ruptis rursusque in se ipsa residant, 480 quid tantum Oceano properent se tingere soles hiberni, vel quae tardis mora noctibus obstet.
Page 62 - Strymonis undam flevisse et gelidis haec evolvisse sub antris, mulcentem tigres et agentem carmine quercus: 510 qualis populea maerens philomela sub umbra amissos queritur fetus, quos durus arator observans nido implumes detraxit : at illa flet noctem, ramoque sedens miserabile carmen integrat, et maestis late loca questibus implet.
Page 33 - Optima torvae Forma bovis, cui turpe caput, cui plurima cervix, Et crurum tenus a mento palearia pendent ; Tum longo nullus lateri modus ; omnia magna, Pes etiam ; et camuris hirtae sub cornibus aures.
Page 53 - Grandaevis oppida curae et munire favos et daedala fingere tecta, at fessae multa referunt se nocte minores 180 crura thymo plenae; pascuntur et arbuta passim et glaucas salices casiamque crocumque rubentem et pinguem tiliam et ferrugineos hyacinthos. Omnibus una quies operum, labor omnibus unus.
Page 61 - At cantu commotae Erebi de sedibus imis umbrae ibant tenues simulacraque luce carentum, quam multa in foliis avium se millia condunt, vesper ubi aut hibernus agit de montibus imber, matres atque viri defunctaque corpora vita...
Page 29 - Lapithis cratere minantem. 0 fortunatos nimium, sua si bona norint, agricolas ! quibus ipsa procul discordibus armis fundit humo facilem victum iustissima tellus.