The Works of Virgil, Volym 3J. Swan, 1806 |
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... swords and seas they forc'd their way . Then vanquish'd Juno must in vain contend , - 410 415 Her rage disarm'd , her empire at an end ! Breathless and tir'd , is all my fury spent ? Or does my glutted spleen at length relent ? As if ...
... swords and seas they forc'd their way . Then vanquish'd Juno must in vain contend , - 410 415 Her rage disarm'd , her empire at an end ! Breathless and tir'd , is all my fury spent ? Or does my glutted spleen at length relent ? As if ...
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... sword destroy . The Latian king , unless he shall submit , Own his old promise , and his new forget- 615 Let him , in arms , the pow'r of Turnus prove , 610 And learn to fear whom he disdains to love . Forsuch is heav'n's command ...
... sword destroy . The Latian king , unless he shall submit , Own his old promise , and his new forget- 615 Let him , in arms , the pow'r of Turnus prove , 610 And learn to fear whom he disdains to love . Forsuch is heav'n's command ...
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... sword and shield prepare ! " He breathes defiance , blood , and mortal war . So , when with crackling flames a cauldron fries , The bubbling waters from the bottom rise : Above the brims they force their fiery way ; Black vapours climb ...
... sword and shield prepare ! " He breathes defiance , blood , and mortal war . So , when with crackling flames a cauldron fries , The bubbling waters from the bottom rise : Above the brims they force their fiery way ; Black vapours climb ...
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... was try'd : But now , both parties reinforc'd , the fields Are bright with flaming swords and brazen shields . A shining harvest either host displays , And shoots against the sun with equal rays . 735 ANEÏS , VII . 29.
... was try'd : But now , both parties reinforc'd , the fields Are bright with flaming swords and brazen shields . A shining harvest either host displays , And shoots against the sun with equal rays . 735 ANEÏS , VII . 29.
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... swords and plumes , the pride of war . Old fauchions are new temper'd in the fires : The sounding trumpet ev'ry soul inspires . The word is giv'n ; with eager speed they lace The shining head - piece , and the shield embrace . The ...
... swords and plumes , the pride of war . Old fauchions are new temper'd in the fires : The sounding trumpet ev'ry soul inspires . The word is giv'n ; with eager speed they lace The shining head - piece , and the shield embrace . The ...
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Æneas afar altars Anchises Arcadian arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold Betwixt blood bore breast call'd chariot chief clouds command conquer'd coursers dare dart death Ev'n 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 fortune friends fun'ral fury Georgic goddess gods ground hand haste head heav'n helm hero honour horse jav'lin Jove Julius Cæsar Juno Juturna king lance land Latian Latium Lausus Lycian Messapus Mezentius mighty mix'd Mnestheus mother night numbers o'er oppress'd Pallas peace Phrygian pierc'd plain pointed lance pow'r prince promis'd proud race rage rais'd rest rites roll'd Rutulians sacred seis'd sent shades shield shining shore side sight sire skies slain soul sound spear steeds stood sword Tarchon thee thou thrice tow'rs town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan Tyber Virgil Volscians walls winds wood words wound youth
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Sida 190 - O Pallas, thou hast failed thy plighted word, To fight with caution, not to tempt the sword. I warned thee, but in vain, for well I knew What perils youthful ardour would pursue ; That boiling blood would carry thee too far ; Young as thou wert in dangers, raw to war. O curst essay of arms, disastrous doom, Prelude of bloody fields and fights to come.
Sida 130 - Our heav'ns, and arms our powers on diff'rent sides? A lawful time of war at length will come, (Nor need your haste anticipate the doom) , When Carthage shall contend the world with Rome, Shall force the rigid rocks and Alpine chains, And, like a flood, come pouring on the plains. Then is your time for...
Sida 289 - I write ; and my judges, if they are not very equitable, already prejudiced against me, by the lying character which has been given them of my morals. Yet, steady to my principles, and not dispirited with my afflictions, I have, by the blessing of God on my endeavours, overcome all difficulties, and, in some measure, acquitted myself of the debt which I owed the public when I undertook this work.
Sida 48 - A sow beneath an oak shall lie along, All white herself, and white her thirty young. When thirty rolling years have run their race, Thy son Ascanius, on this empty space, Shall build a royal town, of lasting fame, Which from this omen shall receive the name.
Sida 69 - Not far from hence there stands a hilly town, Of ancient building, and of high renown, Torn from the Tuscans by the Lydian race, Who gave the name of Caere to the place, Once Agyllina call'd.
Sida 104 - Of tramping coursers, and the riders' voice. The sound approach'd; and suddenly he view'd The foes inclosing, and his friend pursued, Forelaid and taken, while he strove in vain The shelter of the friendly shades to gain. What should he next attempt? what arms employ, What fruitless force, to free the captive boy?
Sida 141 - Himself the rudder holds, the sails supplies. A choir of Nereids meet him on the flood, Once his own galleys, hewn from Ida's wood; But now, as many nymphs, the sea they sweep, As rode, before, tall vessels on the deep.
Sida 68 - He said. They set their former work aside, And their new toils with eager haste divide. A flood of molten silver, brass, and gold, And deadly steel, in the large furnace roll'd; Of this, their artful hands a shield prepare, Alone sufficient to sustain the war.
Sida 252 - Thus while he spoke, unmindful of defence, A winged arrow struck the pious prince. But, whether from some human hand it came, Or hostile god, is left unknown by fame : No human hand, or hostile god, was found, To boast the triumph of so base a wound. When Turnus saw the Trojan quit the plain, His chiefs...
Sida 133 - And must I own," she said, "my secret smart — What with more decence were in silence kept, And, but for this unjust reproach, had slept? Did god or man your fav'rite son advise, With war unhop'd the Latians to surprise? By fate, you boast, and by the gods' decree, He left his native land for Italy!