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Ah , Rome ! no more thy generous conful ' boast , Whose lorn submission saved
his ruin'd hoft : No father's woes affail'd his stedfast mind ; The dearest ties the
Lusian chief resign'd . There , by the stream , a town besieged behold , The ...
Ah , Rome ! no more thy generous conful ' boast , Whose lorn submission saved
his ruin'd hoft : No father's woes affail'd his stedfast mind ; The dearest ties the
Lusian chief resign'd . There , by the stream , a town besieged behold , The ...
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The race they boast , as tygers of the wold Bear their proud sway by justice
uncontrould . Yet for their crimes , expelld that bloody home , These , o'er the
deep , rapacious plunderers roam . Their deeds we know ; round Afric's shores
they came ...
The race they boast , as tygers of the wold Bear their proud sway by justice
uncontrould . Yet for their crimes , expelld that bloody home , These , o'er the
deep , rapacious plunderers roam . Their deeds we know ; round Afric's shores
they came ...
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No hostile spear now rear'd on sea or strand , The awful fceptre graces Souza's
hand ; Peaceful he reigns , in counsel just and wife ; And glorious Caftro now his
throne supplies : Caftrc , the boast of generous fame , afar From Dio's strand shall
...
No hostile spear now rear'd on sea or strand , The awful fceptre graces Souza's
hand ; Peaceful he reigns , in counsel just and wife ; And glorious Caftro now his
throne supplies : Caftrc , the boast of generous fame , afar From Dio's strand shall
...
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... lost : So false in their dealings , they boast that none but a Chinese can cheat a
Chinese : The crime which disgraces human nature , is in this nation of atheists
and the most stupid of all idolaters , como mon as that charter'd libertine , the air .
... lost : So false in their dealings , they boast that none but a Chinese can cheat a
Chinese : The crime which disgraces human nature , is in this nation of atheists
and the most stupid of all idolaters , como mon as that charter'd libertine , the air .
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No more let Egypt boast her mountain pyres , To prouder fame yon bounding wall
aspires , A prouder Yet in the laws which they impose on every foreign Thip
which enters their ports for traffic , they even exceed the cunning and avarice of
the ...
No more let Egypt boast her mountain pyres , To prouder fame yon bounding wall
aspires , A prouder Yet in the laws which they impose on every foreign Thip
which enters their ports for traffic , they even exceed the cunning and avarice of
the ...
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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 ... Luís de Camões,William Julius Mickle Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1889 |
The Lusiad: Or, the Discovery of India. An Epic Poem. Translated from the ... Luís de Camões Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1798 |
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according againſt alſo ancient appear arms band bear behold bend Beneath blaze boaſt bold Brahmins brave breaſt called Camoëns chief Chriſtian cries dare death deep divine dread eyes face fail fair faith fame fate field fierce fight fire firſt fleet force Gama gave Gentoos give given glorious gold hand head heaven heroes himſelf hiſtory holy Homer honour hope human India Italy king land living Luſian manner mind monarch Moors moſt mountain muſt native nature never night o'er ocean poem poet Portugueſe prince proud rage received religion riſe round ſacred ſame ſays ſea ſee ſeveral ſhall ſhe ſhining ſhore ſmiling ſome ſon ſpirit ſpread ſtate ſtill ſuch thee theſe thoſe thou thouſand tide toils trembling various waves whoſe wide wild wondering youth
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Sida 167 - 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 51 - 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 165 - Now blest with all the wealth fond hope could crave, Soon I beheld that wealth beneath the wave For ever lost ; myself escaped alone, On the wild shore all friendless, hopeless, thrown ; My life, like Judah's heaven-doom'd king of yore, By miracle prolong'd...
Sida 56 - And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire: And he had in his hand a little book open: and he set his right foot upon the sea, and his left foot on the earth, And cried with a loud voice, as when a lion roareth: and when he had cried, seven thunders uttered their voices.
Sida 264 - And, rapid as it runs, the single spokes are lost. The gazing multitudes admire around : Two active tumblers in the centre bound ; Now high, now low, their pliant limbs they bend : And general songs the sprightly revel end.
Sida 144 - She then divested herself of her bracelets and other ornaments, and tied them in a cloth which hung like an apron before her, and was conducted by her female relations to one corner of the pile. On the pile was an arched arbour, formed of dry sticks, boughs, and leaves, open only at one end to admit her entrance.
Sida 153 - 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. There stood Sabinus, planter of the vines, On a short pruning-hook his head reclines, And studiously surveys his generous wines.
Sida 53 - 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 caverned shore With hollow groan repeats the tempest's roar.
Sida 55 - The loud report through Libyan cities goes. Fame, the great ill, from small beginnings grows — Swift from the first ; and every moment brings New vigour to her flights, new pinions to her wings.
Sida 62 - 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...
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| Titel | 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. ... Volym 2 av 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, Luís de Camões |
| Författare | Luís de Camões |
| Utgivare | T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, 1798 |
| Original från | Oxford University |
| Digitaliserad | 7 aug 2006 |
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