The Works of Virgil, Volym 2William Borradaile., 1825 |
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Acestes Æneas afar altars Anchises Arcadian arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold Betwixt blood bore breast call'd chariot chief clouds command coursers cries crowd crown'd dare dart death descends Eneas Eryx Euryalus ev'ry eyes falchion fame fatal fate father Faunus fear field fierce fight fir'd fire fix'd flames flies flood foes forc'd force friends fun'ral fury goddess gods ground hand haste head heav'n hero holy honour jav'lin Jove Juturna king lance land Latian Latium Lausus Messapus Mezentius mighty mix'd Mnestheus night o'er oars Pallas pass'd peace Phrygian pierc'd pious plain pointed lance pow'r pray'r press'd prince promis'd purple race rage rais'd rest rites roll'd Rutulians sacred seiz'd Sergestus shade shield shining shore shouts side sight Simoïs sire skies slain soul sound spear stand steeds stood Stygian sword Tarchon thee thou thrice tow'rs town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan unhappy view'd Volscians winds wood wound youth
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Sida 29 - Just in the gate, and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell, And pale Diseases, and repining Age, Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage; Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep, (Forms terrible to view) their sentry keep; With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind; The Furies...
Sida 51 - Let others better mould the running mass Of metals, and inform the breathing brass, And soften into flesh, a marble face ; Plead better at the bar ; describe the skies, And when the stars descend, and when they rise. But Rome ! 'tis thine alone, with awful sway, To rule mankind, and make the world obey. Disposing peace and war, thy own majestic way : To tame the proud, the fetter'd slave to free: — These are imperial arts and worthy thee.
Sida 42 - Had I a hundred mouths, a hundred tongues, And throats of brass, inspir'd with iron lungs, I could not half those horrid crimes repeat, Nor half the punishments those crimes have met. But let us haste our voyage to pursue: The walls of Pluto's palace are in view; The gate, and iron arch above it, stands On anvils labor'd by the Cyclops' hands. Before our farther way the Fates allow, Here must we fix on High the golden bough.
Sida 54 - And wav'd her saffron streamer thro' the skies; When Thetis blush'd in purple not her own, And from her face the breathing winds were blown, A sudden silence sate upon the sea, And sweeping oars, with struggling, urge their way. The Trojan, from the main, beheld a wood, Which thick with shades and a brown horror stood: Betwixt the trees the Tiber took his course, With whirlpools dimpled; and with downward force, That drove the sand along, he took his way, And roll'd his yellow billows to the sea.
Sida 200 - And laid the boaster grov'ling on the plain. Not with more ease the falcon, from above, Trusses in middle air the trembling dove, Then plumes the prey, in her strong pounces bound: The feathers, foul with blood, come tumbling to the ground. Now mighty Jove, from his superior height, With his broad eye surveys th' unequal fight. He fires the breast of Tarchon with disdain, And sends him to redeem th
Sida 165 - Then, as a hungry lion, who beholds A gamesome goat, who frisks about the folds, Or beamy stag, that grazes on the plain — He runs, he roars, he shakes his rising mane, He grins, and opens wide his greedy jaws; The prey lies panting underneath his paws : He fills his famish'd maw ; his mouth runs o'er With unchew'd morsels, while he churns the gore...
Sida 69 - Appearing in a dream, to rouse the careless man: " Shall Turnus then such endless toil sustain In fighting fields, and conquer towns in vain ? Win, for a. Trojan head to wear the prize, Usurp thy crown, enjoy thy victories...
Sida 127 - Like a fair flow'r by the keen share oppress'd; Like a white poppy sinking on the plain, Whose heavy head is overcharg'd with rain. Despair, and rage, and vengeance justly vow'd, Drove Nisus headlong on the hostile crowd.
Sida 9 - Your grateful gift and my return shall own." The choir of nymphs, and Phorcus, from below, With virgin Panopea, heard his vow; And old Portunus, with his breadth of hand, Push'd on, and sped the galley to the land.
Sida 52 - No foe unpunished in the fighting field Shall dare thee foot to foot with sword and shield, Much less in arms oppose thy matchless force When thy sharp spurs shall urge thy foaming horse. Ah, could'st thou break through Fate's severe decree, A new Marcellus shall arise in thee...