The Thebaid of Statius, Zväzok 2Printed at the Clarendon Press, 1767 |
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Strana 355
... Body : for he neither came 5 Black from the Urn , nor season'd with the Flame ; 10 But with the Sweat of Mars was cover'd o'er , And his hack'd Target ftain'd with dewy Gore . Nor had Erinnys yet with impious Hand O'er his cold Members ...
... Body : for he neither came 5 Black from the Urn , nor season'd with the Flame ; 10 But with the Sweat of Mars was cover'd o'er , And his hack'd Target ftain'd with dewy Gore . Nor had Erinnys yet with impious Hand O'er his cold Members ...
Strana 374
... Bodies , ere they lie On the known Pile , but give us Time to die . Soon fhall we come the Path that all must tread , When Destiny has cut the fatal Thread . O ftop the moving Field , nor thus prevent The Sifters ' Hands , but to our ...
... Bodies , ere they lie On the known Pile , but give us Time to die . Soon fhall we come the Path that all must tread , When Destiny has cut the fatal Thread . O ftop the moving Field , nor thus prevent The Sifters ' Hands , but to our ...
Strana 398
... Body pent , Wrought him fuch Pain as might have made relent The braveft Heart , when lo ! a Stroke defcends , And from the Gums his gnashing Grinders rends . His Breast is delug'd with a Tide of Gore , With Duft embrown'd , while each ...
... Body pent , Wrought him fuch Pain as might have made relent The braveft Heart , when lo ! a Stroke defcends , And from the Gums his gnashing Grinders rends . His Breast is delug'd with a Tide of Gore , With Duft embrown'd , while each ...
Strana 400
... Body's future Doom , 1065 1070 Nor anxious for the Honours of the Tomb . Curft are the brittle Limbs , which thus defert 1075 The Soul , when most their Strength they should exert . All I folicit farther , is the Head Of Menalippus ...
... Body's future Doom , 1065 1070 Nor anxious for the Honours of the Tomb . Curft are the brittle Limbs , which thus defert 1075 The Soul , when most their Strength they should exert . All I folicit farther , is the Head Of Menalippus ...
Strana 404
... Body , renew the Fight with great Ardour . Polynices , almoft overcome with Grief for the Death of Tydeus , laments very pathetically over him . Hippomedon opposes the Enemy's Onfet with unparalleled Fortitude . Lycus wounds him . He is ...
... Body , renew the Fight with great Ardour . Polynices , almoft overcome with Grief for the Death of Tydeus , laments very pathetically over him . Hippomedon opposes the Enemy's Onfet with unparalleled Fortitude . Lycus wounds him . He is ...
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Strana 345 - For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things, so certain to be lost. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that emptiness which age descries. The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, Lets in new light through chinks that Time has made: Stronger by weakness, wiser men become As they draw near to their eternal home. Leaving the old, both worlds at once they view That stand upon the threshold of the new.
Strana 357 - Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage. Far off from these a slow and silent stream, Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls Her wat'ry labyrinth, whereof who drinks Forthwith his former state and being forgets, Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
Strana 502 - Soldan su l'elmo orrido e grande serpe che si dilunga e il collo snoda, su le zampe s'inalza e l'ali spande e piega in arco la forcuta coda. Par che tre lingue vibri e che fuor mande livida spuma, e che 'l suo fischio s'oda.
Strana 304 - The slayer of himself yet saw I there, The gore congeal'd was clotted in his hair, With eyes half closed, and gaping mouth he lay, And grim, as when he breathed his sullen soul away.
Strana 596 - ad una morte crede di bastar solo, e compagnia non chiede. Cosi parla a l'amante; e no '1 dispone sì ch'egli si disdica, e pensier mute. Oh spettacolo grande, ove a tenzone sono Amore e magnanima virtute! ove la morte al vincitor si pone in premio, e '1 mal del vinto è la salute!
Strana 304 - Madness laughing in his ireful mood ; And arm'd Complaint on Theft ; and cries of Blood. There was the murder'd corpse, in covert laid, And violent Death in thousand shapes display'd ; The city to the soldiers...
Strana 357 - Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate; Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Strana 297 - The Thebaid of Statius, translated into English Verse, with Notes and Observations; and a Dissertation upon the whole by way of Preface, by William Lillington Lewis. Oxford, Printed at the Clarendon-Press. 1767. 2 vols. 8° 'Samuel Johnson, Esq.
Strana 304 - The whole division that to Mars pertains, All trades of death that deal in steel for gains, Were there: the butcher, armourer, and smith, Who forges sharpened fauchions, or the scythe. The scarlet conquest on a tower was placed, With shouts and soldiers' acclamations graced; A pointed sword hung threatening o'er his head, Sustained but by a slender twine of thread.
Strana 305 - Csefar's fall ; The laft triumvirs, and the wars they move, And Anthony, who loft the world for love. Thefe, -and a thoufand more, the fane adorn ; Their fates were painted ere the men were born, All copied from the heav'ns, and ruling force Of the red liar, in his revolving courfe.