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 2
... hath gained : for he shall be Unto me aye a god ; his altar oft A tender lambkin from our folds shall steep . He hath allowed my kine to range abroad , As you perceive , and e'en myself to play What [ airs ] I list upon my rural reed ...
... hath gained : for he shall be Unto me aye a god ; his altar oft A tender lambkin from our folds shall steep . He hath allowed my kine to range abroad , As you perceive , and e'en myself to play What [ airs ] I list upon my rural reed ...
Strana 3
... hath Her head as high upraised , as cypresses Are wont among the lithe wayfaring trees . MELIBUS . And what to thee proved such a weighty cause For seeing Rome ? TITYRUS . ' Twas freedom , which , [ though ] late , Yet cast a look upon ...
... hath Her head as high upraised , as cypresses Are wont among the lithe wayfaring trees . MELIBUS . And what to thee proved such a weighty cause For seeing Rome ? TITYRUS . ' Twas freedom , which , [ though ] late , Yet cast a look upon ...
Strana 5
... hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb ; You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops , and to make no noise , When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven , As seek to soften that , his Jewish heart . " And friths ...
... hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb ; You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops , and to make no noise , When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven , As seek to soften that , his Jewish heart . " And friths ...
Strana 8
... Hath brought ! See for whom we have sown the fields ! Graft now , O Melibus , thy pear - trees ; Set out thy vines a - row . Once happy flock , away ! Away , my goats , I you ne'er more , Stretched at my length within the verdant grot ...
... Hath brought ! See for whom we have sown the fields ! Graft now , O Melibus , thy pear - trees ; Set out thy vines a - row . Once happy flock , away ! Away , my goats , I you ne'er more , Stretched at my length within the verdant grot ...
Strana 12
... hath built , Pallas herself let haunt ; Us , before all things , may the forests charm ! The grisly lioness pursues the wolf , The wolf himself the goat ; the cytisus In blossom doth the wanton goat pursue ; Thee , O Alexis , Corydon ...
... hath built , Pallas herself let haunt ; Us , before all things , may the forests charm ! The grisly lioness pursues the wolf , The wolf himself the goat ; the cytisus In blossom doth the wanton goat pursue ; Thee , O Alexis , Corydon ...
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altars appear arms bear beneath blood borne breath bring clouds comes course death deep doth dread Dryden e'en earth eyes fair fall fates fear fell fields fire flock flood force give gods gold grove hand hath head heaven hence hope Italy king land leaves light Line lofty look Lost means mighty Milton mind mother mountains night o'er once passage plain poet present Queene race render rising rocks round scarce seek seems shade Shakspeare shores side sing sire sleep sooth soul speaks Spenser spring stand stars storm stream sweet tears thee things thou throughout translation trees Troy turn unto vine Virgil waters waves whole wild winds wings woods young 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.