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Æneas againſt appears Arms bear Blood Body bore born bound Breaſt calls Chief Clouds Command cou'd Courſe dare Darts Death Earth equal ev'ry Eyes Face fair fall Fame fatal Fate Father Fear Field fierce Fight Fire firſt Flames flew Flood Foes Force Fortune fought Friends Fury Gate give Gods Ground Hand Head Heav'n Heroe Honour Hopes Horſe Italy King Lance Land laſt Latian leave length Light Line Love Mean Mind Mother Name Night o'er once Pallas Peace Place Plain Pow'r Prince proud Race Rage reſt riſing ſaid ſent ſhall ſhe Shield ſhining Shore Side Sight Sire Skies Soul Spear ſtand ſtood ſuch Sword thee theſe thoſe thou thro Town Train trembling Trojan Troops turns Turnus Tuſcan Virgil Walls whoſe Winds Wood Wound young Youth
الصفحة 781 - O ye gods, replace On his own head, and on his impious race! The living and the dead at his command Were coupled, face to face, and hand to hand, Till, chok'd with stench, in loath'd embraces tied, The ling'ring wretches pin'd away and died.
الصفحة 901 - 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.
الصفحة 779 - The grot with beaten anvils groans around. By turns, their arms advance in equal time ; By turns, their hands descend, and hammers chime. They turn the glowing mass with crooked tongs : The fiery work proceeds, with rustic songs. While, at the Lemnian god's command, they urge Their labours thus, and ply th' JEolian forge, The cheerful morn salutes Evander's eyes, And songs of chirping birds invite to rise.
الصفحة 970 - And health and vigour are at once restored. lapis first perceived the closing wound, And first the footsteps of a god he found.
الصفحة 952 - He tries his goring horns against a tree, And meditates his absent enemy; He pushes at the winds; he digs the strand With his black hoofs, and spurns the yellow sand. Nor less the Trojan, in his Lemnian arms...
الصفحة 968 - The wounded prince is forc'd to leave the field : Strong Mnestheus, and Achates often tried, And young Ascanius, weeping by his side, Conduct him to his tent. Scarce can he rear His limbs from earth, supported on his spear.
الصفحة 840 - And all th' inferior world. From first to last, The sov'reign senate in degrees are plac'd. Then thus th' almighty sire began: "Ye gods, Natives or denizens of blest abodes, From whence these murmurs, and this change of mind, This backward fate from what was first design'd?
الصفحة 778 - On their eternal anvils here he found The brethren beating, and the blows go round; A load of pointless thunder now there lies Before their hands to ripen for the skies.