Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 sidor |
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... bear the Faces and Infcriptions of the Great . Indeed ' tis fit for Armour , to bear off Infults , and preserve the Wearer in the Day of Battel : But the Danger once repell'd , ' tis laid afide by the Brave , as a Garment too rough for ...
... bear the Faces and Infcriptions of the Great . Indeed ' tis fit for Armour , to bear off Infults , and preserve the Wearer in the Day of Battel : But the Danger once repell'd , ' tis laid afide by the Brave , as a Garment too rough for ...
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... bear the Reigns in any Foreign Hand . At Your Approach , they crowded to the Port ; And fcarcely Landed , you create a Court : As Ormond's Harbinger , to You they run ; For Venus is the Promise of the Sun. The Waste of Civil Wars ...
... bear the Reigns in any Foreign Hand . At Your Approach , they crowded to the Port ; And fcarcely Landed , you create a Court : As Ormond's Harbinger , to You they run ; For Venus is the Promise of the Sun. The Waste of Civil Wars ...
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... bears That Mortal Blifs fhould last for length of Years , She caft us headlong from our high Estate , And here in hope of thy Return we wait ; [ .. And long have waited in the Temple nigh , Built 4 Talamon and Arcite : Or , Book Ì .
... bears That Mortal Blifs fhould last for length of Years , She caft us headlong from our high Estate , And here in hope of thy Return we wait ; [ .. And long have waited in the Temple nigh , Built 4 Talamon and Arcite : Or , Book Ì .
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... bears , Relieve th ' Oppress'd , and wipe the Widows Tears . I , wretched I , have other Fortune feen , The Wife of ... bear away the Dead , But with their Lifelefs Limbs his Hounds are fed : At this the skriek'd aloud , the mournful ...
... bears , Relieve th ' Oppress'd , and wipe the Widows Tears . I , wretched I , have other Fortune feen , The Wife of ... bear away the Dead , But with their Lifelefs Limbs his Hounds are fed : At this the skriek'd aloud , the mournful ...
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... bear a Rival in thy Reign , Tyrants and thou all Fellowship disdain . This was in Arcite prov'd , and Palamon , Both in Despair , yet each would love alone . Arcite return'd , and , as in Honour ty'd , His Foe with Bedding , and with ...
... bear a Rival in thy Reign , Tyrants and thou all Fellowship disdain . This was in Arcite prov'd , and Palamon , Both in Despair , yet each would love alone . Arcite return'd , and , as in Honour ty'd , His Foe with Bedding , and with ...
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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...