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Page 52 - The gates of hell are open night and day ; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way : But, to return, and view the cheerful skies — In this the task and mighty labour lies.
Page 149 - The shield of Pallas, and renew their gold. Full on the crest the Gorgon's head they place, With eyes that roll in death, and with distorted face. "My sons," said Vulcan, "set your tasks aside ; Your strength and master-skill must now be tried.
Page 13 - Scarce had the down to shade his cheeks begun. One was their care, and their delight was one. One common hazard in the war they shar'd ; And now were both by choice upon the guard.
Page 58 - Just in the gate and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell ; And pale Diseases, and repining Age ; Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage : Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep, (Forms terrible to view,) their sentry keep : With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind ; The Furies...
Page 147 - Whatever melting metals can conspire, Or breathing bellows, or the forming fire, Is freely yours : your anxious fears remove, And think no task is difficult to love.
Page 152 - Aw'd with these words, in camps they still abide, And wait with longing looks their promis'd guide. Tarchon, the Tuscan chief, to me has sent Their crown, and ev'ry regal ornament: The people join their own with his desire; And all my conduct, as their king, require. But the chill blood that creeps within my veins, And age, and listless limbs unfit for pains, And a soul conscious of its own decay, 670 Have forc'd me to refuse imperial sway.
Page 149 - Arms for a hero forge — arms that require Your force, your speed, and all your forming fire.' He said. They set their former work aside, "And their new toils with eager haste divide. A flood of molten silver, brass, and gold...
Page 72 - Then, as a hungry lion, who beholds A gamesome goat who frisks about the folds, Or beamy stag that grazes on the plain — He runs, he roars, he shakes his rising mane; • He grins, and opens wide his greedy jaws : The prey lies panting underneath his paws : He fills his famish'd maw ; his mouth runs o'er With unchew'd morsels, while he churns the gore...
Page 52 - So pray'd the Trojan prince, and, while he pray'd, His hand upon. the holy altar laid. Then thus replied the prophetess divine : "O goddess-born of great Anchises' line, The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies.