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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The adverse winds in leathern bags he brac'd , Compress'd their force , and lock'
d each struggling blast : For him the mighty fire of gods affign'd , The tempeft's
lord , the tyrant of the wind ; His word alone the list'ning storms obey , To smooth
...
The adverse winds in leathern bags he brac'd , Compress'd their force , and lock'
d each struggling blast : For him the mighty fire of gods affign'd , The tempeft's
lord , the tyrant of the wind ; His word alone the list'ning storms obey , To smooth
...
Sida 380
Incest's cold horror here no glow restrained , Nor sacred nuptial bed was here
prophaned , Nor here unwelcome force the virgin seized ; A llave lascivious , in
his fondling pleased , Refigns her breast —Ah , stain to Lusian fame ! ( ' Twas lust
of ...
Incest's cold horror here no glow restrained , Nor sacred nuptial bed was here
prophaned , Nor here unwelcome force the virgin seized ; A llave lascivious , in
his fondling pleased , Refigns her breast —Ah , stain to Lusian fame ! ( ' Twas lust
of ...
Sida 393
Hence motion 9 darts its force , impulsive draws , And on the other orbs
impresses laws : The In their accounts of this first mentioned , but eleventh
sphere , which they called the Empyrean , or Heaven of the Blest , the disciples of
Aristotle , and ...
Hence motion 9 darts its force , impulsive draws , And on the other orbs
impresses laws : The In their accounts of this first mentioned , but eleventh
sphere , which they called the Empyrean , or Heaven of the Blest , the disciples of
Aristotle , and ...
Sida 394
The sun's bright car attentive to its force Gives night and day , and shapes his
yearly course ; Its force stupendous alks a pond'rous sphere To poise its fury and
its weight to bear : Slow moves that pond'rous orb ; the stiff , flow pace One step ...
The sun's bright car attentive to its force Gives night and day , and shapes his
yearly course ; Its force stupendous alks a pond'rous sphere To poise its fury and
its weight to bear : Slow moves that pond'rous orb ; the stiff , flow pace One step ...
Sida 397
The great examples of Homer and Virgil prove it ; and Camoëns understood and
felt its force . While his Atet combat all the horrors of unplowed oceans , we do not
view his heroes às idle wanderers ; the care of heaven gives their voyage the ...
The great examples of Homer and Virgil prove it ; and Camoëns understood and
felt its force . While his Atet combat all the horrors of unplowed oceans , we do not
view his heroes às idle wanderers ; the care of heaven gives their voyage 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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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...