The Works of Virgil, المجلد 3J. Swan, 1806 |
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... race , in arms and arts of peace renown'd , Not Latium shall contain , nor Europe bound : 145 ' Tis theirs whate'er the sun surveys around . " These answers , in the silent night receiv'd , The king himself divulg'd , the land believ'd ...
... race , in arms and arts of peace renown'd , Not Latium shall contain , nor Europe bound : 145 ' Tis theirs whate'er the sun surveys around . " These answers , in the silent night receiv'd , The king himself divulg'd , the land believ'd ...
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... race . 175 Then , on to - morrow's dawn , your care employ , To search the land , and where the cities lie , And what the men ; but give this day to joy . Now pour to Jove ; and , after Jove is blest , Call great Anchises to the genial ...
... race . 175 Then , on to - morrow's dawn , your care employ , To search the land , and where the cities lie , And what the men ; but give this day to joy . Now pour to Jove ; and , after Jove is blest , Call great Anchises to the genial ...
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... race , in arms and arts of peace renown'd , Not Latium shall contain , nor Europe bound : 145 ' Tis theirs whate'er the sun surveys around . " These answers , in the silent night receiv'd , The king himself divulg'd , the land beliey'd ...
... race , in arms and arts of peace renown'd , Not Latium shall contain , nor Europe bound : 145 ' Tis theirs whate'er the sun surveys around . " These answers , in the silent night receiv'd , The king himself divulg'd , the land beliey'd ...
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... race , our king descends from Jove : And hither are we come , by his command , To crave admission in your happy land . How dire a tempest , from Mycenae pour'd , S00 Our plains , our temples , and our town , devour'd ; What was the ...
... race , our king descends from Jove : And hither are we come , by his command , To crave admission in your happy land . How dire a tempest , from Mycenae pour'd , S00 Our plains , our temples , and our town , devour'd ; What was the ...
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... race that sure portents foreshew To sway the world , and land and sea subdue . At length he rais'd his cheerful head , and spoke : " The pow'rs , " said he , " the pow'rs we both invoke , Το you , and yours , and mine , propitious be ...
... race that sure portents foreshew To sway the world , and land and sea subdue . At length he rais'd his cheerful head , and spoke : " The pow'rs , " said he , " the pow'rs we both invoke , Το you , and yours , and mine , propitious be ...
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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?
الصفحة 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.
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 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...
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!