The works of Virgil, closely rendered into Engl. rhythm and illustr. from British poets by R.C. Singleton, Zväzok 1 |
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Strana xxii
... brings any im- provement . The last condition which it has been deemed worth bringing under the notice of the reader , as influencing the present attempt , is the choice of Anglo - Saxon words , —or , perhaps , it would be truer to say ...
... brings any im- provement . The last condition which it has been deemed worth bringing under the notice of the reader , as influencing the present attempt , is the choice of Anglo - Saxon words , —or , perhaps , it would be truer to say ...
Strana xxvii
... bring be- fore the reader the way in which English writers have treated the same idea that is found in Virgil . These con- sist , occasionally , of mere imitations of him ; but more frequently they represent wholly independent lines of ...
... bring be- fore the reader the way in which English writers have treated the same idea that is found in Virgil . These con- sist , occasionally , of mere imitations of him ; but more frequently they represent wholly independent lines of ...
Strana 11
... bring the nymphs ; For thee a Naiad fair , wan gillyflowers And heads of poppies gathering , unites Narcissus and the bloom of scented dill ; Then , interlacing them with widow - waile And other fragrant plants , soft martagons Betrims ...
... bring the nymphs ; For thee a Naiad fair , wan gillyflowers And heads of poppies gathering , unites Narcissus and the bloom of scented dill ; Then , interlacing them with widow - waile And other fragrant plants , soft martagons Betrims ...
Strana 26
... bring . " Annus Mirabilis , st . xviii . " That was the righteous Virgin , which of old Liv'd here on earth , and plenty made abound ; But after Wrong was lov'd , and Justice solde , She left th ' unrighteous world , and was to heaven ...
... bring . " Annus Mirabilis , st . xviii . " That was the righteous Virgin , which of old Liv'd here on earth , and plenty made abound ; But after Wrong was lov'd , and Justice solde , She left th ' unrighteous world , and was to heaven ...
Strana 28
... bring back home Their teats swoln out with milk ; nor shall the herds Huge lions fear . The cradle's self for thee Shall pour forth charming flowers , and the snake Shall die , and guileful plant of bane shall die ; Assyrian spikenard ...
... bring back home Their teats swoln out with milk ; nor shall the herds Huge lions fear . The cradle's self for thee Shall pour forth charming flowers , and the snake Shall die , and guileful plant of bane shall die ; Assyrian spikenard ...
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Æneas Æneid altars amid Amyntas Anchises Annus Mirabilis Arethuse arms Ascanius Bacchus bear bees behold beneath billows blood breath Cæsar Ceres clouds Corydon Creusa Daphnis death deep Dido dost doth dread Dryden e'en earth Eclogue eyes Faerie Queene fane fates fear fields fire flames flock flood forests gales Georgic goddess gods gold Greeks groan grove hand hath heaven Helenus hence Iulus Jove king land light Line lofty Lycidas MENALCAS mighty Milton mind MOPSUS mountains Mycena neath night o'er Paradise Lost plain poet Priam prose race rage realm render rocks round scarce seems shade Shakspeare shalt shores sing sire sleep sooth soul Spenser spring stars steeds storm stream swains sweet tears Teucrians thee thou tilths Tityrus toil translation trees Trojan Troy Tyrians unto verses vine Virgil waves wight wild winds wings woods words wretched youth
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Strana 355 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which "they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Strana 180 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great...
Strana 55 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war...
Strana vi - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; — 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Strana 311 - Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods ! why this ? What this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Strana 194 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Strana 351 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
Strana 120 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Strana 101 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down ; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Strana 232 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.