The Lusiad: Or, the Discovery of India. An Epic Poem. Translated from the Original Portuguese of Luis de Camoëns. By William Julius Mickle. In Two Volumes. ...T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, 1798 |
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... Beneath great Henry's standards awed the foe , For whom ye tremble , and would ftoop fo low ! That foe , who , boastful now , then basely fled , When your undaunted fires the hero led , When feven bold earls in chains the spoil adorn'd ...
... Beneath great Henry's standards awed the foe , For whom ye tremble , and would ftoop fo low ! That foe , who , boastful now , then basely fled , When your undaunted fires the hero led , When feven bold earls in chains the spoil adorn'd ...
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... Beneath the Lufian flag , a vanquish'd prize . With furious madness fired , and stern disdain , The fierce Iberians to the fight again Rush headlong ; groans and yellings of despair With horrid uproar rend the trembling air . Hot boils ...
... Beneath the Lufian flag , a vanquish'd prize . With furious madness fired , and stern disdain , The fierce Iberians to the fight again Rush headlong ; groans and yellings of despair With horrid uproar rend the trembling air . Hot boils ...
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... Beneath his yoke the Mauritinians groan'd , And still they groan beneath the Lusian sway . " Twas his in victor pomp to bear away The golden apples from Hefperia's fhore , Which but the fon of Jove had fnatch'd before . The palm and ...
... Beneath his yoke the Mauritinians groan'd , And still they groan beneath the Lusian sway . " Twas his in victor pomp to bear away The golden apples from Hefperia's fhore , Which but the fon of Jove had fnatch'd before . The palm and ...
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... Yet toil fhall languish , and the fight shall flame ; Our fairest lawns with streaming gore shall smoke , Ere yet our shoulders bend beneath the yoke ; But But thou shalt conquer : all thines eyes survey , BOOK IV . 31 THE LUSIAD .
... Yet toil fhall languish , and the fight shall flame ; Our fairest lawns with streaming gore shall smoke , Ere yet our shoulders bend beneath the yoke ; But But thou shalt conquer : all thines eyes survey , BOOK IV . 31 THE LUSIAD .
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... Beneath the waves , unaw'd by Juno's ire . Here , while the fun his polar journeys takes , His vifit doubled , double feafon makes ; Stern The Portuguese having brought an ambassador from Congo to Lisbon , fent him back inftructed in ...
... Beneath the waves , unaw'd by Juno's ire . Here , while the fun his polar journeys takes , His vifit doubled , double feafon makes ; Stern The Portuguese having brought an ambassador from Congo to Lisbon , fent him back inftructed in ...
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The Lusiad: Or, the Discovery of India. An Epic Poem. Translated from the ... Luís de Camões Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1798 |
The Lusiad: Or, the Discovery of India. an Epic Poem. Translated from the ... Luis De Camoes Ingen förhandsgranskning - 2018 |
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Æneid againſt almoſt alſo ancient behold Beneath blaze boaſt bofom bold Brahma Brahmins brave breaſt Caftera Camoëns Ceuta Chineſe Chriſtian courſe dæmon defcription defire diſplay divine dread Eaft eaſtern eſteemed eyes fable facred faid fame Faria fate fays fent feven fhall fhining fhore fide fierce filver fire firſt flain fleet fmiles fome foon ftill fubject fuch fwell fword Gama Gentoos goddeſs greateſt heaven heroes himſelf hiſtory Holwell holy Homer honour India inſpired iſland Ixora king laſt loft Lufian monarch Moors moſt muſt Nereids nymphs o'er obferved paffion philofophers poem poet Portugal Portugueſe prefent proud purpoſe rage raiſe reaſon rife ſays ſea ſeem ſhade Shaftah ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmiling ſome ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſway tempefts thee thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou thouſand toils tranſlator tranſport trembling Virgil Voltaire waves weft whofe whoſe worſhip
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Sida 172 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed today, to be put back tomorrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Sida 58 - Leader ! the terms we sent were terms of weight, Of hard contents, and full of force urg'd home ^ Such as we might perceive amus'd them all, And stumbled many; Who receives them right, Had need from head to foot well understand; Not understood, this gift they have besides, They show us when our foes walk not upright.
Sida 69 - As o'er our head The fiend dissolved, an empty shadow, fled ; So may his curses by the winds of heaven Far o'er the deep, their idle sport, be driven ! With sacred horror thrill'd, Melinda's lord* Held up the eager hand, and caught the word : Oh wondrous faith of ancient days...
Sida 60 - And thwart our way with sullen aspect lour'd : An earthly paleness o'er his cheeks was spread, Erect uprose his hairs of wither'd red ; .Writhing to speak, his sable lips disclose, Sharp and disjoin'd, his gnashing teeth's blue rows ; His haggard beard flow'd quivering on the wind, Revenge and horror in his mien combined...
Sida 60 - The inward anguish of his soul declared. His red eyes glowing from their dusky caves Shot livid fires : far echoing o'er the waves His voice resounded, as the cavern'd shore With hollow groan repeats the tempest's roar.
Sida 170 - On the wild fhore all friendlefs, hopelefs, thrown ; My life, like Judah's heaven-doom'd king of " yore, By miracle prolong'd...
Sida 69 - And oft the wandering swain has heard his moan. While o'er the wave the clouded moon appears To hide her weeping face, his voice he rears O'er the wild storm. Deep in the days of yore A holy pilgrim trod the nightly...
Sida 149 - Eramins dipped a large wick of cotton in fome ghee, and gave it ready lighted into her hand, and led her to the open fide of the arbour ; there all the Bramins fell at her feet — after...
Sida 33 - Through howling tempefts, and through gulphs untry'd, " O ! mighty God ! be thou our watchful guide.
Sida 158 - Plac'd in their ranks, their godlike grandsires stood; Old Saturn, with his crooked scythe, on high; And Italus, that led the colony; And ancient Janus, with his double face, And bunch of keys, the porter of the place.