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. ... |
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An ample shield the brave Giraldo bore , " Which from the vanquish'd Perez ' arm
he tore ; “ Pierced through that shield , cold death invades his eye , " And dying
Perez saw his victor die . “ Edward and Pedro , emulous of fame , - The same ...
An ample shield the brave Giraldo bore , " Which from the vanquish'd Perez ' arm
he tore ; “ Pierced through that shield , cold death invades his eye , " And dying
Perez saw his victor die . “ Edward and Pedro , emulous of fame , - The same ...
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... per mare magnum Italiam fequimur fugientem , ci volvimur undis . Æn . y . f
These more than men . - It had been extremely impolitic in Gama ta mention whe
mutiny of his followers to the king of Melinda . The boast Sacred to death , by
death ...
... per mare magnum Italiam fequimur fugientem , ci volvimur undis . Æn . y . f
These more than men . - It had been extremely impolitic in Gama ta mention whe
mutiny of his followers to the king of Melinda . The boast Sacred to death , by
death ...
Sida 80
Sacred to death , by death alone subdued , These all the rage of fierce despair
withstood ; Firm to their faith , though fondest hope no more Could give the
promise of their native shore ! Now the sweet waters of the stream we leave , And
the ...
Sacred to death , by death alone subdued , These all the rage of fierce despair
withstood ; Firm to their faith , though fondest hope no more Could give the
promise of their native shore ! Now the sweet waters of the stream we leave , And
the ...
Sida 183
Of * Mr. H. tells us that when a cow fuffers death by accident or violence , or
through the neglect of the owner , it is esteemed a sign of God's wrath against the
spirit of the proprietor , and as a warning that at the diffolution of his human form ,
he ...
Of * Mr. H. tells us that when a cow fuffers death by accident or violence , or
through the neglect of the owner , it is esteemed a sign of God's wrath against the
spirit of the proprietor , and as a warning that at the diffolution of his human form ,
he ...
Sida 258
Again that mirror of unshaken faith , Egaz behold , a chief self - doom'd to k death
. Beneath Castilia's sword his monarch lay ; Homage he vow'd his helpless king
should pay ; His haughty king relieved , the treaty spurns , With conscious pride ...
Again that mirror of unshaken faith , Egaz behold , a chief self - doom'd to k death
. Beneath Castilia's sword his monarch lay ; Homage he vow'd his helpless king
should pay ; His haughty king relieved , the treaty spurns , With conscious pride ...
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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...