The Works of Virgil, Volume 1James Swan, Angel Street, Newgate Street, 1803 |
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... toil , Wrested his sense , and cramp'd his vig'rous style . No time , no pains , the drudging pedants spare ; But still his shoulders must the burden bear ; While , through the mazes of their comments led , We learn , not what he writes ...
... toil , Wrested his sense , and cramp'd his vig'rous style . No time , no pains , the drudging pedants spare ; But still his shoulders must the burden bear ; While , through the mazes of their comments led , We learn , not what he writes ...
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... toil and heats ; While in the scorching sun I trace in vain Thy flying footsteps o'er the burning plain . The creaking locusts with my voice conspire , They fry'd with heat , and I with fierce desire . How much more easy was it to ...
... toil and heats ; While in the scorching sun I trace in vain Thy flying footsteps o'er the burning plain . The creaking locusts with my voice conspire , They fry'd with heat , and I with fierce desire . How much more easy was it to ...
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... toils ; For Daphnis reigns above , and deals from thence 95 His mother's milder beams , and peaceful influence . The mountain - tops unshorn , the rocks , rejoice ; The lowly shrubs partake of human voice . Assenting Nature , with a ...
... toils ; For Daphnis reigns above , and deals from thence 95 His mother's milder beams , and peaceful influence . The mountain - tops unshorn , the rocks , rejoice ; The lowly shrubs partake of human voice . Assenting Nature , with a ...
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... Or sleeps in shades , or through the forest roves , And roars with anguish for his absent loves . " Ye nymphs , with toils his forest - walk surround , 80 85 And trace his wand'ring footsteps on the ground . D 2 PASTORAL VI . 35 %
... Or sleeps in shades , or through the forest roves , And roars with anguish for his absent loves . " Ye nymphs , with toils his forest - walk surround , 80 85 And trace his wand'ring footsteps on the ground . D 2 PASTORAL VI . 35 %
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... toils of war ; While you , ( alas , that I should find it so ! ) 65 70 To shun my sight , your native soil forego , And climb the frozen Alps , and tread th ' eternal snow . Ye frosts and snows , her tender body spare ! Those are not ...
... toils of war ; While you , ( alas , that I should find it so ! ) 65 70 To shun my sight , your native soil forego , And climb the frozen Alps , and tread th ' eternal snow . Ye frosts and snows , her tender body spare ! Those are not ...
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Page 162 - Ruffles at speed, and dances in the wind. His horny hoofs are jetty black and round; His chine is double; starting, with a bound He turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground. Fire from his eyes, clouds from his nostrils flow: He bears his rider headlong on the foe.
Page 220 - So, close in poplar shades, her children gone, The mother nightingale laments alone, Whose nest some prying churl had found, and thence, By stealth, convey'd th' unfeather'd innocence ; But she supplies the night with mournful strains.
Page 152 - 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 resigned to Fate!
Page 152 - My next desire is, void of care and strife, To lead a soft, secure, inglorious life — A country cottage near a crystal flood, A winding valley, and a lofty wood. Some god conduct me to the sacred shades, Where Bacchanals are sung by Spartan maids, Or lift me high to Haemus...
Page 100 - 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 59 - Here could I live, and love, and die with only you. Now I to fighting fields am...
Page 151 - And rural pleasures crown his happiness. Unvex'd with quarrels, undisturb'd with noise, The country king his peaceful realm enjoys — Cool grots, and living lakes, the flow'ry pride Of meads, and streams that through the valley glide, And shady groves that easy sleep invite, And, after toilsome days, a sweet repose at night.
Page 219 - Th' unwary lover cast his eyes behind, Forgetful of the law, nor master of his mind. Straight all his hopes exhal'd in empty smoke, 710 And his long toils were forfeit for a look.
Page 108 - Fate's decree, degen'rate still to worse. So the boat's brawny crew the current stem, And, slow advancing, struggle with the stream: But, if they slack their hands, or cease to strive, Then down the flood with headlong haste they drive.
Page 114 - 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 fits he deals his fiery bolts about.