Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 sidor |
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... cou'd never forgive any Conceit which came in his way ; but fwept like a Drag - net , great and fmall . There was plenty enough , but the Dishes were ill forted ; whole Pyramids of Sweet - meats , for Boys and Women ; but little of ...
... cou'd never forgive any Conceit which came in his way ; but fwept like a Drag - net , great and fmall . There was plenty enough , but the Dishes were ill forted ; whole Pyramids of Sweet - meats , for Boys and Women ; but little of ...
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... cou'd not fly , and fear'd the Day : ) . Safe from Pursuit , he meant to fhun the Light , Till the brown Shadows of the friendly Night To Thebes might favour his intended Flight . When to his Country come , his next Defign Was all the ...
... cou'd not fly , and fear'd the Day : ) . Safe from Pursuit , he meant to fhun the Light , Till the brown Shadows of the friendly Night To Thebes might favour his intended Flight . When to his Country come , his next Defign Was all the ...
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... cou'd endure ; But Love's a Malady without a Cure : Fierce Love has pierc'd me with his fiery Dart , He fires within , and hiffes at my Heart . Your Eyes , fair Emily , my Fate pursue ; I fuffer for the reft , I die for you . Of fuch a ...
... cou'd endure ; But Love's a Malady without a Cure : Fierce Love has pierc'd me with his fiery Dart , He fires within , and hiffes at my Heart . Your Eyes , fair Emily , my Fate pursue ; I fuffer for the reft , I die for you . Of fuch a ...
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... cou'd no Distinction make , Where lay th ' Advantage , or what Side to take . Thus rang'd , the Herald for the laft proclaims A Silence , while they answer'd to their Names : For fo the King decreed , to fhun with Care G4 Book III . 87 ...
... cou'd no Distinction make , Where lay th ' Advantage , or what Side to take . Thus rang'd , the Herald for the laft proclaims A Silence , while they answer'd to their Names : For fo the King decreed , to fhun with Care G4 Book III . 87 ...
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... cou'd we chufe the Time , and chuse aright , ' Tis best to die , our Honour at the height . When we have done our Ancestors no Shame , But ferv'd our Friends , and well fecur'd our Fame ; Then fhould we wish our happy Life to close ...
... cou'd we chufe the Time , and chuse aright , ' Tis best to die , our Honour at the height . When we have done our Ancestors no Shame , But ferv'd our Friends , and well fecur'd our Fame ; Then fhould we wish our happy Life to close ...
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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...