The poets of Great Britain complete from Chaucer to Churchill, المجلد 241807 |
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... eyes , with dire amaze , Sees , on the Punic shore the mounting blaze . The cause unknown ; yet his presaging mind 5 The fate of Dido from the fire divin'd . He knew the stormy souls of woman - kind ; VIRGIL . VOL . III . B } What ...
... eyes , with dire amaze , Sees , on the Punic shore the mounting blaze . The cause unknown ; yet his presaging mind 5 The fate of Dido from the fire divin'd . He knew the stormy souls of woman - kind ; VIRGIL . VOL . III . B } What ...
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... eyes , 334 His guards behold him soaring through the skies , And dogs pursue his flight , with imitated cries . } Mnestheus the second victor was declar'd ; And , summon'd there , the second prize he shar'd : A coat of mail , which ...
... eyes , 334 His guards behold him soaring through the skies , And dogs pursue his flight , with imitated cries . } Mnestheus the second victor was declar'd ; And , summon'd there , the second prize he shar'd : A coat of mail , which ...
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... eyes , and bristles with her scales ; But , grov'ling in the dust , her parts unsound she So slowly to the port the Centaur tends ; [ trails . But what she wants in oars with sails amends . Yet , for his galley sav'd , the grateful ...
... eyes , and bristles with her scales ; But , grov'ling in the dust , her parts unsound she So slowly to the port the Centaur tends ; [ trails . But what she wants in oars with sails amends . Yet , for his galley sav'd , the grateful ...
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... eyes , Already he devours the promis'd prize . He claims the bull with aweless insolence ; And , having sciz'd his horns , accosts the prince : 505 510 515 ' If none my matchless valour dares oppose 22 DRYDEN'S VIRGIL .
... eyes , Already he devours the promis'd prize . He claims the bull with aweless insolence ; And , having sciz'd his horns , accosts the prince : 505 510 515 ' If none my matchless valour dares oppose 22 DRYDEN'S VIRGIL .
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... eyes : 580 Nor always errs ; for oft the gauntlet draws A sweeping stroke , along the crackling jaws . Heavy with age , Entellus stands his ground , But , with his warping body , wards the wound . His hand and watchful eye keep even ...
... eyes : 580 Nor always errs ; for oft the gauntlet draws A sweeping stroke , along the crackling jaws . Heavy with age , Entellus stands his ground , But , with his warping body , wards the wound . His hand and watchful eye keep even ...
عبارات ومصطلحات مألوفة
Æneas afar altars Anchises Arcadian arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold blood bore breast call'd chariot chief Chimæra clouds command coursers crowd crown'd dare dart death descends Eneas Eryx Euryalus Ev'n eyes fame fatal fate father Faunus fear field fierce fight fir'd fire fix'd flames flies flood foes forc'd force friends fun'ral fury goddess gods ground hand haste head heav'n hero holy honor horse Jove Juturna king lance land Latian Latium Lausus Messapus Mezentius mighty mix'd Mnestheus night Nisus o'er Pallas peace Phrygian pierc'd pious plain pointed lance pow'r pray'r press'd prince promis'd proud purple race rage rais'd rest rites roll'd Rutulians sacred seiz'd Sergestus shade shield shining shore side sight sire skies slain soul sound spear stand steeds stood Stygian sword Tarchon thee thou Thracian thro throne Tiber tow'rs town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan unhappy Volscians walls winds wood wound youth
مقاطع مشهورة
الصفحة 52 - The gates of hell are open night and day ; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way : But, to return, and view the cheerful skies — In this the task and mighty labour lies.
الصفحة 118 - Janus doubly waits. Then, when the sacred senate votes the wars, The Roman consul their decree declares, And in his robes the sounding gates unbars. The youth in military shouts arise, And the loud trumpets break the yielding skies.
الصفحة 149 - The shield of Pallas, and renew their gold. Full on the crest the Gorgon's head they place, With eyes that roll in death, and with distorted face. "My sons," said Vulcan, "set your tasks aside ; Your strength and master-skill must now be tried.
الصفحة 9 - Scarce had the down to shade his cheeks begun. One was their care, and their delight was one. One common hazard in the war they shar'd ; And now were both by choice upon the guard.
الصفحة 58 - Just in the gate and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell ; And pale Diseases, and repining Age ; Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage : Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep, (Forms terrible to view,) their sentry keep : With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind ; The Furies...
الصفحة 147 - 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 152 - Aw'd with these words, in camps they still abide, And wait with longing looks their promis'd guide. Tarchon, the Tuscan chief, to me has sent Their crown, and ev'ry regal ornament: The people join their own with his desire; And all my conduct, as their king, require. But the chill blood that creeps within my veins, And age, and listless limbs unfit for pains, And a soul conscious of its own decay, 670 Have forc'd me to refuse imperial sway.
الصفحة 149 - Arms for a hero forge — arms that require Your force, your speed, and all your forming fire.' He said. They set their former work aside, "And their new toils with eager haste divide. A flood of molten silver, brass, and gold...
الصفحة 74 - Then, as a hungry lion, who beholds A gamesome goat who frisks about the folds, Or beamy stag that grazes on the plain — He runs, he roars, he shakes his rising mane; • He grins, and opens wide his greedy jaws : The prey lies panting underneath his paws : He fills his famish'd maw ; his mouth runs o'er With unchew'd morsels, while he churns the gore...
الصفحة 52 - So pray'd the Trojan prince, and, while he pray'd, His hand upon. the holy altar laid. Then thus replied the prophetess divine : "O goddess-born of great Anchises' line, The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies.