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Singling his brothers from the daftard train , His rowling looks , that flash'd with
stern disdain , On them he fixt , then snatch'd his hilt in ire , While his bold speech
bewray'd the soldier's fire , Bold and 8 unpolish'd ; while his burning eyes ...
Singling his brothers from the daftard train , His rowling looks , that flash'd with
stern disdain , On them he fixt , then snatch'd his hilt in ire , While his bold speech
bewray'd the soldier's fire , Bold and 8 unpolish'd ; while his burning eyes ...
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To Lancaster's bold duke the damsels fue ; Adown their cheeks , now paler than
the hue Of snowdrops trembling to the chilly gale , The flow - paced crystal tears
their wrongs bewail . When down the beauteous face the dew - drop flows , What
...
To Lancaster's bold duke the damsels fue ; Adown their cheeks , now paler than
the hue Of snowdrops trembling to the chilly gale , The flow - paced crystal tears
their wrongs bewail . When down the beauteous face the dew - drop flows , What
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Bold Lancaster receives the knights with joy ; The feast and warlike song each
hour employ . The beauteous dames attending wake their fire , With tears enrage
them , and with smiles inspire . And now with doubtful blushes rose the day ...
Bold Lancaster receives the knights with joy ; The feast and warlike song each
hour employ . The beauteous dames attending wake their fire , With tears enrage
them , and with smiles inspire . And now with doubtful blushes rose the day ...
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How bold advance The numerous Moors , and with the rested lance Hem round
the trembling Lusians ! Calm and bold Still towers the priest , and lo , the skies t
unfold : Cheer'd by the vision brighter than the day The Lusians trample down the
...
How bold advance The numerous Moors , and with the rested lance Hem round
the trembling Lusians ! Calm and bold Still towers the priest , and lo , the skies t
unfold : Cheer'd by the vision brighter than the day The Lusians trample down the
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No hope , bold ? Mascarene , mayst thou respire , A glorious fall alone , thy just
desire . When lo , his gallant son brave Caftro sends Ah heaven , what fate the
hapless youth attends ! In vain the terrors of his faulchion glare ; The cavern'd
mine ...
No hope , bold ? Mascarene , mayst thou respire , A glorious fall alone , thy just
desire . When lo , his gallant son brave Caftro sends Ah heaven , what fate the
hapless youth attends ! In vain the terrors of his faulchion glare ; The cavern'd
mine ...
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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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