Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 sidor |
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... weigh , Their Faith to break , their Friendship to betray ; But worft with Thee , of Noble Lineage born , My Kinfman , and in Arms my Brother ( worn . Have we not plighted each our holy Oath , That 14 BOOK . I. Palamon and Arcite : Or ,
... weigh , Their Faith to break , their Friendship to betray ; But worft with Thee , of Noble Lineage born , My Kinfman , and in Arms my Brother ( worn . Have we not plighted each our holy Oath , That 14 BOOK . I. Palamon and Arcite : Or ,
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... thee , then , to farther my Design ; As I am bound by Vow to farther thine : Nor canft , nor dar'ft thou , Traitor , on the Plain Appeach my Honour , or thy own maintain , Since thou art of my Council , and the Friend Whofe Faith I ...
... thee , then , to farther my Design ; As I am bound by Vow to farther thine : Nor canft , nor dar'ft thou , Traitor , on the Plain Appeach my Honour , or thy own maintain , Since thou art of my Council , and the Friend Whofe Faith I ...
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... thee commend Th ' important Secret , as my chosen Friend . Suppofe ( which yet I grant not ) thy Defire A Moment elder than my Rival Fire ; Can Chance of feeing first thy Title prove ? And know'st thou not , no Law is made for Love ...
... thee commend Th ' important Secret , as my chosen Friend . Suppofe ( which yet I grant not ) thy Defire A Moment elder than my Rival Fire ; Can Chance of feeing first thy Title prove ? And know'st thou not , no Law is made for Love ...
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... , How much more happy Fates thy Love attend ! Thine is th ' Adventure ; thine the Victory : Well has thy Fortune turn'd the Dice for thee :) Ca Thou on that Angel's Face may'st feed thy Eyes , BOOK I. 19 The Knight's Tale .
... , How much more happy Fates thy Love attend ! Thine is th ' Adventure ; thine the Victory : Well has thy Fortune turn'd the Dice for thee :) Ca Thou on that Angel's Face may'st feed thy Eyes , BOOK I. 19 The Knight's Tale .
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... A Woodbind Garland fought to crown his Hair ; Then turn'd his Face against the rising Day , And rais'd his Voice to welcome in the May . For For thee , fweet Month , the Groves green Liv'ries 32 Palamon and Arcite : Ör , Book IÍ .
... A Woodbind Garland fought to crown his Hair ; Then turn'd his Face against the rising Day , And rais'd his Voice to welcome in the May . For For thee , fweet Month , the Groves green Liv'ries 32 Palamon and Arcite : Ör , Book IÍ .
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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...