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The Satires of Juvenal and Persius: From the Texts of Ruperti and Orellius ...
Úplné zobrazenie - 1839
The Satires of Juvenal and Persius, from the Texts of Ruperti and Orellius
Úplné zobrazenie - 1839
The satires of Juvenal and Persius: from the texts of Ruperti and Orellius
Úplné zobrazenie - 1835
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Strana 416 - I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porcupine : But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood.
Strana 398 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty: For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly: let me go with you; I'll do the service of a younger man In all your business and necessities.
Strana 305 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Strana 258 - I am this day fourscore years old: and can I discern between good and evil? can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? wherefore then should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king?
Strana 255 - For worms, brave Percy. Fare thee well, great heart! Ill-weaved ambition, how much art thou shrunk ! When that this body did contain a spirit, A kingdom for it was too small a bound ; But now, two paces of the vilest earth Is room enough : this earth, that bears thee dead, Bears not alive so stout a gentleman.
Strana 65 - Enter not into the path of the wicked, And go not in the way of evil men. Avoid it, pass not by it, Turn from it, and pass away.
Strana 145 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body. O, these encounterers, so glib of tongue, That give a coasting welcome ere it comes. And wide unclasp the tables of their thoughts To every ticklish reader ! set them down For sluttish spoils of opportunity, And daughters of the game. [Trumpet within. All. The Trojans
Strana 236 - Dearly beloved, I beseech you as strangers and pilgrims, abstain from fleshly lusts, which war against the soul; having your conversation honest among the Gentiles; that, whereas they speak against you as evildoers, they may by your good works, which they shall behold, glorify God in the day of visitation.
Strana 46 - But the wicked are like the troubled sea, when it cannot rest, whose waters cast up mire and dirt.