The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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Æneas Æneid afar altars Anchises arms Ascanius Ausonian bear bees betwixt blood breast Cæsar Camilla Ceres chariot clouds command coursers cries crown'd dare death Drances E'en earth ENEID eyes fame fate fear field fight fill'd fire flames flies flocks flood flying foes force friends fruitful Georgic goddess gods golden ground hand haste head heaven Hesiod hives honour horse javelin Jove Julius Cæsar Juturna king labour lance land Latian Latium Lavinia leaves limbs lofty maid Messapus mighty Mnestheus night numbers nymph o'er pain Pallas peace plain plant plough poem poet pointed lance prince race rage rising rolling Rutulians Scythian shades sheep shield shore side sight skies slain soil soul sound spear spring streams swain sword Tarchon tears tender thee thou Tisiphone toil town trees trembling Trojan troops Turnus Tuscan unhappy verse vex'd vigour vines Virgil Volscians watery winds wings wood words wound youth
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Page 12 - cursed essay of arms! disastrous doom! Prelude of bloody fields, and fights to come! Hard elements of inauspicious war ! Vain vows to heaven, and unavailing care! Thrice happy thou, dear partner of my bed! Whose holy soul the stroke of Fortune fled— Prescious of ills, and leaving me behind, To drink the dregs of life by fate
Page 115 - frozen bosom to the western winds; While mountain snows dissolve against the sun, And streams, yet new, from precipices run; E'en in this early dawning of the year, Produce the plough, and yoke the sturdy steer. And goad him till he groans beneath his toil, Till the bright share is buried in the soil.
Page 127 - and, with a roaring sound, The rising rivers float the nether ground; And rocks the bellowing voice of boiling seas rebound. The father of the gods his glory shrouds, Involved in tempests and a night of clouds; And, from the middle darkness flashing out, By tits he deals his fiery bolts about.
Page 40 - the ruling power among the gods! Whom first we serve : whole woods of unctuous pine Are fell'd for thee, and to thy glory shine; By thee protected, with our naked soles Through flames unsinged we march, and tread the kindled coals. Give me, propitious power, to wash away The stains of this dishonourable day:
Page 162 - Famed for his hills, and for his horses' breed: From hills and dales the cheerful cries rebound; For Echo hunts along, and propagates the sound. A time will come, when my maturer Muse In Caesar's wars a nobler theme shall choose, And through more ages bear my sovereign's praise Than have from Tithon pass'd to
Page 155 - gold: He boasts no wool whose native white is dyed With purple poison of Assyrian pride: No costly drugs of Araby defile With foreign scents the sweetness of his oil; But easy quiet, a secure retreat, A harmless life that knows not how to cheat, With home-bred plenty, the rich owner bless; And rural pleasures crown his happiness. Unvex'd with quarrels,
Page 37 - the lofty maid) Caught in the train which thou thyself hast laid! On others practise thy Ligurian arts: Thin stratagems, and tricks of little hearts, Are lost on me: nor shalt thou safe retire, With vaunting lies, to thy fallacious sire.' At this, so fast her flying feet she sped, That soon she strain'd beyond his
Page 156 - Happy the man, who, studying Nature's laws, Through known effects can trace the secret cause—■ His mind possessing in a quiet state, Fearless of Fortune, and resign'd to Fate! And happy too is he, who decks the bowers Of Sylvans, and adores the rural powers—
Page 12 - O Pallas! thou hast fail'd thy plighted word ! To fight with caution, not to tempt the sword, I warn'd thee, but in vain; for well I knew What perils youthful ardour would pursue— That boiling blood would carry thee too far, Young as thou wert in dangers, raw to war! O cursed essay of arms! disastrous doom! Prelude of bloody fields, and fights to come!
Page 115 - retreat, Though Proserpine affects her silent seat, And, importuned by Ceres to remove, Prefers the fields below to those above), Be thou propitious, Caesar ! guide my course, And to my bold endeavours add thy force: Pity the poet's and the ploughman's cares; Interest thy greatness in our mean affairs, And use thyself betimes to hear and grant our prayers.