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afar ahodes ahove altars Anchises Arcadian arms Ascanius Ausonian bear Bear hack behold blood breast call'd chariot chief command coursers cries crowd crown'd dare dart death descends Eneas Euryalus ev'ry eyes falchion fame fatal fate father Faunus fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies flood foes forc'd force friends fury goddess gods ground hack hand haste hattle head heav'n hero hillows hody holy honour hore horn hoth hound Jove Juturna king lahour lance land Latian Latium Lausus Lycian Messapus Mezentius mighty mix'd Mnestheus night nymph o'er Pallas peace Phrygian pierc'd pious plain pow'r press'd prince promis'd purple race rage rais'd rest rites Rutulian sacred seiz'd shades shield shining shore shouts side sight sire skies slain soul sound spear stands steeds stood Stygian sword Tarchon thee thou Thracian thrice throne tow'rs town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan unhappy Volscians wat'ry winds wood wound youth
45 ページ - Just in the gate, and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell, And pale Diseases, and repining Age, Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage; Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep, (Forms terrible to view) their sentry keep; With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind; The Furies...
217 ページ - And sling their shields behind, to save their backs in flight. Spurring at speed, to their own walls they drew ; Close in the rear the Tuscan troops pursue, And urge their flight: Asylas leads the chase ; 925 Till, seized with shame, they wheel about, and face, Receive their foes, and raise a threat'ning cry.
220 ページ - Trusses in middle air the trembling dove, Then plumes the prey, in her strong pounces bound: The feathers, foul with blood, come tumbling to the ground. Now mighty Jove, from his superior height, With his broad eye surveys th' unequal fight. He fires the breast of Tarchon with disdain, And sends him to redeem th
68 ページ - And wav'd her saffron streamer thro' the skies; When Thetis blush'd in purple not her own, And from her face the breathing winds were blown, A sudden silence sate upon the sea, And sweeping oars, with struggling, urge their way. The Trojan, from the main, beheld a wood, Which thick with shades and a brown horror stood: Betwixt the trees the Tiber took his course, With whirlpools dimpled; and with downward force, That drove the sand along, he took his way, And roll'd his yellow billows to the sea.
94 ページ - Nor thicker harvests on rich Hermus rise, Or Lycian fields, when Phoebus burns the skies, Than stand these troops: their bucklers ring around; Their trampling turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground. High in his chariot then Halesus came, A foe by birth to Troy's unhappy name: From Agamemnon born- to Turnus...
23 ページ - 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.
140 ページ - Tagus. forc'd the way. And in the brainpan warmly buried lay. Fierce Volscens foams with rage, and, gazing round, Descried not him who gave the fatal wound, Nor knew to fix revenge: 'But thou,' he cries, 'Shalt pay for both,' and at the pris'ner flies With his drawn sword.
136 ページ - The trenches first they pass'd; then took their way Where their proud foes in pitch'd pavilions lay; To many fatal, ere themselves were slain. They found the careless host dispers'd upon the plain, Who, gorg'd, and drunk with wine, supinely snore.
114 ページ - He said. They set their former work aside, And their new toils with eager haste divide. A flood of molten silver, brass, and gold, And deadly steel, in the large furnace roll'd; Of this, their artful hands a shield prepare, Alone sufficient to sustain the war.
158 ページ - Ausonian towns destroy, Nor fear the race of a rejected boy. What profits it my son to scape the fire, Arm'd with his gods, and loaded with his sire; To pass the perils of the seas and wind; Evade the Greeks, and leave the war behind; To reach th' Italian shores; if, after all, Our second Pergamus is doom'd to fall?