Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 sidor |
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Sida 9
... Breast with kindly Warmth she moves ; Inspires. But in a Tow'r , and never to be loos'd , The woful captive Kinsmen are inclos'd ; and S Thus Year by Year they pafs , and Day by Day , Till once ( ' twas on the Morn of chearful May ) The ...
... Breast with kindly Warmth she moves ; Inspires. But in a Tow'r , and never to be loos'd , The woful captive Kinsmen are inclos'd ; and S Thus Year by Year they pafs , and Day by Day , Till once ( ' twas on the Morn of chearful May ) The ...
Sida 10
... Breast with kindly Warmth she moves ; Inspires new Flames , revives extinguish'd Loves ; In this Remembrance Emily ere Day Arofe , and drefs'd her felf in rich Array ; Fresh as the Month , and as the Morning fair : Adown her Shoulders ...
... Breast with kindly Warmth she moves ; Inspires new Flames , revives extinguish'd Loves ; In this Remembrance Emily ere Day Arofe , and drefs'd her felf in rich Array ; Fresh as the Month , and as the Morning fair : Adown her Shoulders ...
Sida 25
... Breast , he tore his Hair . Dry Sorrow in his stupid Eyes appears , For wanting Nourishment , he wanted Tears : His Eye - balls in their hollow Sockets fink , Bereft of Sleep ; he loaths his Meat and Drink . He withers at his Heart ...
... Breast , he tore his Hair . Dry Sorrow in his stupid Eyes appears , For wanting Nourishment , he wanted Tears : His Eye - balls in their hollow Sockets fink , Bereft of Sleep ; he loaths his Meat and Drink . He withers at his Heart ...
Sida 53
... began to rise , And smooth'd the ruffledSeas , and clear'd theSkies ; She trode the Brine all bare below the Breast , And the green Waves but ill conceal'd the rest A Lute the held ; and on her Head was BOOK II . 53 The Knight's Tale .
... began to rise , And smooth'd the ruffledSeas , and clear'd theSkies ; She trode the Brine all bare below the Breast , And the green Waves but ill conceal'd the rest A Lute the held ; and on her Head was BOOK II . 53 The Knight's Tale .
Sida 72
... Breast Is fix'd my Image , and who loves me best . But , oh ! ev'n that avert ! I chuse it not , But take it as the least unhappy Lot , A Maid I am , and of thy Virgin - Train ; Oh , let me still that spotless Name retain ! Frequent the ...
... Breast Is fix'd my Image , and who loves me best . But , oh ! ev'n that avert ! I chuse it not , But take it as the least unhappy Lot , A Maid I am , and of thy Virgin - Train ; Oh , let me still that spotless Name retain ! Frequent the ...
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Fables Antient and Modern;: Translated Into Verse, from Homer, Ovid ..., Volym 2 John Dryden Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1771 |
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Sida 374 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Sida 372 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Sida 371 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Sida 89 - Bade cease the war ; pronouncing from on high, Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily. The sound of trumpets to the voice replied, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride.
Sida 373 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Sida 367 - None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire.
Sida 170 - Such as it is, the' offence is all my own ; And what to Guiscard is already done, Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree, That, if not executed first by thee, Shall on my person be perform'd by me.
Sida 507 - Nothing reserved or sullen was to see; But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity: Mild was his accent, and his action free. With eloquence innate his tongue was arm'd; Though harsh the precept, yet the preacher charm'd. For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...