The Works of Virgil, 第 1 巻William Borradaile., 1825 |
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... springs appear'd to mourn , And whisp'ring pines made vows for thy return . TITYRUS . What should I do ? -While here I was enchain'd No glimpse of godlike liberty remain'd ; Nor could I hope , in any place but there , To find a god so ...
... springs appear'd to mourn , And whisp'ring pines made vows for thy return . TITYRUS . What should I do ? -While here I was enchain'd No glimpse of godlike liberty remain'd ; Nor could I hope , in any place but there , To find a god so ...
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... spring . The daughters of the flood have search'd the mead For violets pale , and cropp'd the poppy's head , The short narcissus and fair daffodil , Pansies to please the sight , and cassia sweet to smell ; And set soft hyacinths with ...
... spring . The daughters of the flood have search'd the mead For violets pale , and cropp'd the poppy's head , The short narcissus and fair daffodil , Pansies to please the sight , and cassia sweet to smell ; And set soft hyacinths with ...
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... spring . The challenge to Damotas shall belong : Menalcas shall sustain his under - song : Each in his turn , your tuneful numbers bring : By turns the tuneful Muses love to sing . DAMETAS . From the great father of the gods above My ...
... spring . The challenge to Damotas shall belong : Menalcas shall sustain his under - song : Each in his turn , your tuneful numbers bring : By turns the tuneful Muses love to sing . DAMETAS . From the great father of the gods above My ...
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... spring , Beware the secret snake that shoots a sting . MENALCAS . Graze not too near the banks , my jolly sheep : The ground is false ; the running streams are deep : See , they have caught the father of the flock , Who dries his fleece ...
... spring , Beware the secret snake that shoots a sting . MENALCAS . Graze not too near the banks , my jolly sheep : The ground is false ; the running streams are deep : See , they have caught the father of the flock , Who dries his fleece ...
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... springs A flow'r , that bears inscrib'd the names of kings ; And thou shalt gain a present as divine 165 As Phoebus ' self : for Phyllis shall be thine.` PALEMON . So nice a diff'rence in your singing lies , That both have won , or both ...
... springs A flow'r , that bears inscrib'd the names of kings ; And thou shalt gain a present as divine 165 As Phoebus ' self : for Phyllis shall be thine.` PALEMON . So nice a diff'rence in your singing lies , That both have won , or both ...
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abode Æneid altars Amyntas Anchises arms Ascanius bear behold beneath blood breast Cæsar Calchas Carthage Ceres clouds command Corydon coursers Creusa cries crown'd Daphnis death descends design'd Dido dire E'en earth ev'ry eyes fatal fate fear fields fire fix'd flame flocks flood flow'rs foes friends fruitful GEORGIC goddess gods golden Grecian ground hands haste heav'n Helenus hollow honour Jove lab'ring labour land Latian leaves length Libyan light limbs lofty LYCIDAS Mantua MENALCAS mighty mind MOPSUS mournful Muse night numbers nymphs o'er pain Phoebus plain plough pow'r pray'rs Priam promis'd purple Pyrrhus queen race rage rais'd reign rising rocks sacred sails scarce Scythian seas secret sev'ral shade sheep shepherd shore sight Simoïs sing sire skies soil song soul stood streams swain sweet tender thee thou Thracian thrice toils tow'rs trees trembling Trojan Troy Tyrian unhappy vines Virgil vows wand'ring wat'ry winds wine woods wretched youth
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254 ページ - The sheep, and all th' atoning off'rings, bring ; Sprinkling her body from the crystal spring With living drops ; then let her come ; and thou With sacred fillets bind thy hoary brow. Thus will I pay my vows to Stygian Jove, And end the cares of my disastrous love ; Then cast the Trojan image on the fire ; And, as that burns, my passion shall expire.
190 ページ - So shines, renew'd in youth, the crested snake, Who slept the winter in a thorny brake, And, casting off his slough when spring returns, Now looks aloft, and with new glory burns...
15 ページ - Pan taught to join with wax unequal reeds ; Pan loves the shepherds, and their flocks he feeds. Nor scorn the pipe: Amyntas. to be taught. With all his kisses would my skill have bought. Of seven smooth joints, a mellow pipe I have, 45 Which, with his dying breath, Damretas gave, And said, " this, Corydon, I leave to thee ; For only thou deserv'st it after me.
253 ページ - Oppress'd with numbers in th' unequal field, His men discourag'd, and himself expell'd, 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 unbury'd on the barren sand!
92 ページ - Happy the man, who, studying nature's laws, Through known effects can trace the secret cause — His mind possessing in a quiet state, Fearless of Fortune, and resigned to Fate!
196 ページ - She said, and swiftly vanish'd from my sight, Obscure in clouds and gloomy shades of night. I look'd, I listen'd; dreadful sounds I hear; And the dire forms of hostile gods appear. Troy sunk in flames I saw (nor could prevent), And Ilium from its old foundations rent; Rent like a mountain ash, which dar'd the winds, And stood the sturdy strokes of lab'ring hinds.
143 ページ - His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine, And settled sure succession in his line, From whence the race of Alban fathers come And the long glories of majestic Rome.
146 ページ - Yours is my sovereign's grace; and, as your guest, I sit with gods at their celestial feast; Raise tempests at your pleasure, or subdue; Dispose of empire, which I hold from you.
139 ページ - Fierce tigers couch'd around, and loll'd their fawning tongues. " So, close in poplar shades, her children gone, The mother nightingale laments alone, Whose nest some prying churl had found, and thence By stealth convey'd th
165 ページ - The Trojan chief appear'd in open sight, August in visage, and serenely bright. His mother goddess, with her hands divine, Had form'd his curling locks, and made his temples shine, And giv'n his rolling eyes a sparkling grace, And breath'da youthful vigour on his face; Like polish'd iv'ry, beauteous to behold, Or Parian marble, when enchas'd in gold.