Virgil in English Rhythm: With Illustrations from the British Poets, from Chaucer to CowperBell and Daldy, 1871 - Počet stran: 330 |
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... comes she to the pail , twin calves She suckles at her udder ; ) stake : do you 40 20. Anthon , in referring nocuisses to the bow and arrows , seems to be singular . 21 . " You are a rascal ! he that dares be false To a master , though ...
... comes she to the pail , twin calves She suckles at her udder ; ) stake : do you 40 20. Anthon , in referring nocuisses to the bow and arrows , seems to be singular . 21 . " You are a rascal ! he that dares be false To a master , though ...
Strana 14
... comes , with grief oppress'd ; Ye trees and conscious fountains can attest With what sad accents , and what piercing ... Come all and watch about my hearse ; Bring each a mournful story and a tear , To offer at it when I go to earth ...
... comes , with grief oppress'd ; Ye trees and conscious fountains can attest With what sad accents , and what piercing ... Come all and watch about my hearse ; Bring each a mournful story and a tear , To offer at it when I go to earth ...
Strana 16
... comes upon them in their fear , Ægle , the fairest of the water Nymphs . 30 And now , as up he looks , with mulberries Blood - red his forehead and his brows she stains . He , laughing at the trick , - " Why fetters tie ? " Exclaims ...
... comes upon them in their fear , Ægle , the fairest of the water Nymphs . 30 And now , as up he looks , with mulberries Blood - red his forehead and his brows she stains . He , laughing at the trick , - " Why fetters tie ? " Exclaims ...
Strana 19
... come . Thy . Nay , may I seem more bitter unto thee Than Sardon herbs , more rough than butcher's - broom , Than ... comes the scorching sum- mer , now Upon the merry vine - spray swell the buds . Thy . Here hearth and oily pines ...
... come . Thy . Nay , may I seem more bitter unto thee Than Sardon herbs , more rough than butcher's - broom , Than ... comes the scorching sum- mer , now Upon the merry vine - spray swell the buds . Thy . Here hearth and oily pines ...
Strana 22
... come running in , all good keep out ! Middleton , The Witch , v . 2 . 93. The power of magic is described with infinite ... comes back ; you demy - puppets , that By moonshine do the green - sour ringlets make , Whereof the ewe not bites ...
... come running in , all good keep out ! Middleton , The Witch , v . 2 . 93. The power of magic is described with infinite ... comes back ; you demy - puppets , that By moonshine do the green - sour ringlets make , Whereof the ewe not bites ...
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Strana 67 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Strana 204 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
Strana 22 - 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 155 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Strana 236 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Strana 270 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Strana 193 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Strana 203 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Strana 182 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Strana 40 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...