The Works of Virgil, المجلد 3James Swan, 1803 |
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... death , destruction , in my hand I bear . " Thus having said , her smould'ring torch , impress'd With her full force , she plung'd into his breast . Aghast he wak'd ; and , starting from his bed , 640 Cold sweat , in clammy drops , his ...
... death , destruction , in my hand I bear . " Thus having said , her smould'ring torch , impress'd With her full force , she plung'd into his breast . Aghast he wak'd ; and , starting from his bed , 640 Cold sweat , in clammy drops , his ...
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... death securely tend . The fun'ral pomp which to your kings you pay , Is all I want , and all you take away . " 29 He said no more , but , in his walls confin'd , 825 Shut out the woes which he too well divin'd ; 830 Nor with the rising ...
... death securely tend . The fun'ral pomp which to your kings you pay , Is all I want , and all you take away . " 29 He said no more , but , in his walls confin'd , 825 Shut out the woes which he too well divin'd ; 830 Nor with the rising ...
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... death deplor'd , With Esculapian herbs his life restor❜d : When Jove , who saw from high , with just disdain , The dead inspir'd with vital breath again , 1055 Struck to the centre , with his flaming dart , 1060 Th ' unhappy founder of ...
... death deplor'd , With Esculapian herbs his life restor❜d : When Jove , who saw from high , with just disdain , The dead inspir'd with vital breath again , 1055 Struck to the centre , with his flaming dart , 1060 Th ' unhappy founder of ...
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... death of Cacus crown the feast . 405 The woods to hollow vales convey the sound ; The vales to hills ; and hills the notes rebound . The rites perform'd , the cheerful train retire . Betwixt young Pallas and his aged sire , The Trojan ...
... death of Cacus crown the feast . 405 The woods to hollow vales convey the sound ; The vales to hills ; and hills the notes rebound . The rites perform'd , the cheerful train retire . Betwixt young Pallas and his aged sire , The Trojan ...
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... death , his murder'd guest , 455 Whose grave and tomb his innocence attest . Thence , to the steep Tarpeian rock he leads- Now roof'd with gold , then thatch'd with homely reeds . A rev'rent fear ( such superstition reigns Among the ...
... death , his murder'd guest , 455 Whose grave and tomb his innocence attest . Thence , to the steep Tarpeian rock he leads- Now roof'd with gold , then thatch'd with homely reeds . A rev'rent fear ( such superstition reigns Among the ...
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Æneas Æneid afar altars Anchises Arcadian arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold Betwixt blood bore breast call'd chariot chief clouds command 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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الصفحة 69 - Their arms with yours, and aid your just design. You come, as by your better genius sent ; And Fortune seems to favour your intent.
الصفحة 147 - Sev'n darts were thrown at once; and some rebound From his bright shield, some on his helmet sound: The rest had reach'd him; but his mother's care Prevented those, and turn'd aside in air.
الصفحة 40 - Nor thicker harvests on rich Hermus rise, Or Lycian fields, when Phoebus burns the skies, Than stand these troops: their bucklers ring around; Their trampling turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground. High in his chariot then Halesus came, A foe by birth to Troy's unhappy name: From Agamemnon born- to Turnus...
الصفحة 118 - This foul reproach Ascanius could not hear With patience, or a vow'd revenge forbear. At the full stretch of both his hands he drew, And almost join'd the horns of the tough yew. But, first, before the throne of Jove he stood, And thus with lifted hands...
الصفحة 106 - 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?
الصفحة 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!
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 66 - Th' artificer and art you might command, To labor arms for Troy: nor Jove, nor fate, Confin'd their empire to so short a date. And, if you now desire new wars to wage, My skill I promise, and my pains engage. Whatever melting metals can conspire, Or breathing bellows, or the forming fire, Is freely yours : your anxious fears remove, And think no task is difficult to love.
الصفحة 95 - A thought unripe — and scarcely yet resolve. Our absent prince both camp and council mourn; By message both would hasten his return: If they confer what I demand on thee, (For fame is recompense enough for me,) Methinks, beneath yon hill, I have espied A way that safely will my passage guide.
الصفحة 198 - Troy. I war not with its dust; nor am I glad To think of past events, or good or bad. Your presents I return: whate'er you bring To buy my friendship, send the Trojan king. We met in fight; I know him, to my cost: With what a whirling force his lance he toss'd!