The Works of the English Poets: Rowe's LucanH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... fierce distracting rage she springs , And dies beneath the god for whom the fings . 150 155 160 } 165 170 Thefe filent caves , thefe Tripods long unmov'd , Anxious for Rome , inquiring Appius prov'd : 175 He bids the guardian of the ...
... fierce distracting rage she springs , And dies beneath the god for whom the fings . 150 155 160 } 165 170 Thefe filent caves , thefe Tripods long unmov'd , Anxious for Rome , inquiring Appius prov'd : 175 He bids the guardian of the ...
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... fierce barbarians ' fires Low in the duft had laid our lofty spires , In heaps the mouldering afhes heavy rod , And chok'd the channels of the breathing god : Or whether heaven no longer gives replies , But bids the Sibyls mystic verfe ...
... fierce barbarians ' fires Low in the duft had laid our lofty spires , In heaps the mouldering afhes heavy rod , And chok'd the channels of the breathing god : Or whether heaven no longer gives replies , But bids the Sibyls mystic verfe ...
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... fierce jaws no founding horrors come , No thunders bellow through the working foam , To rend the fpacious cave , and shake the vaulted dome . Too plain , the peaceful groves and fane betray'd 220 The wily , fearful , god - diffembling ...
... fierce jaws no founding horrors come , No thunders bellow through the working foam , To rend the fpacious cave , and shake the vaulted dome . Too plain , the peaceful groves and fane betray'd 220 The wily , fearful , god - diffembling ...
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... fierce feet the tumbling Tripods fpurn . Now wild the dances o'er the vacant fane , 240 And whirls her giddy head , and bellows with the pain . Nor yet the lefs th ' avenging wrathful god 246 Pours in his fires , and shakes his founding ...
... fierce feet the tumbling Tripods fpurn . Now wild the dances o'er the vacant fane , 240 And whirls her giddy head , and bellows with the pain . Nor yet the lefs th ' avenging wrathful god 246 Pours in his fires , and shakes his founding ...
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... fierce tumultuous rage inspir'd , The kindling legions round the camp were fir'd , And with loud cries their abfent chief requir'd . Permit it thus , ye righteous gods , to be ; Let wicked hands fulfil your great decree ; And , fince ...
... fierce tumultuous rage inspir'd , The kindling legions round the camp were fir'd , And with loud cries their abfent chief requir'd . Permit it thus , ye righteous gods , to be ; Let wicked hands fulfil your great decree ; And , fince ...
Términos y frases comunes
Ægypt Ægyptian arms behold beneath blood breaſt Cæfar caufe cauſe chief command croud Dæmon daring death Deiotarus diftant doom dreadful eaſe Emathia's ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fame fands fatal fate fcorn fear feas fecret fecure feek feem fhade fhall fhore fide fierce fight firft firſt fix'd fkies flain flame flaughter flies foldier fome foon fortune foul ftands ftill ftream fuccefs fuch fudden fwelling fword gods hand head heaven Jove juſt labours laft Lagaan land laſt Latian loft Mede Meroë mifchief mighty mournful numbers o'er Parthian peace Pharfalia's Pharian PHARSALIA plain poiſonous Pompey Pompey's Pothinus proud Ptolemy rage reft rife Roman Rome Rome's Scythian ſea ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſpoil ſpoke ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtraight ſword taſk tears thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand tyrant vanquish'd victor waſte whofe winds yield
Pasajes populares
Página 231 - Thou know'st not I am he to whom 'tis given Never to want the care of watchful heaven. Obedient fortune waits my humble thrall, And, always ready, comes before I call. Let winds, and seas, loud wars at freedom wage, And waste upon themselves their empty rage ; A stronger, mightier dromon is thy friend, Thou and thy bark on Cesar's fate depend.
Página 401 - Rome? Or would'st thou know if, what we value here, Life, be a trifle hardly worth our care? What by old age and length of days we gain, More than to lengthen out the sense of pain?
Página 420 - Skill'd in the lore of powerful herbs and charms, Them nor the serpent's tooth nor poison harms : Nor do they thus in arts alone excel, But nature too their blood has temper'd well, And taught with vital force the venom to repel. With healing gifts and privileges...
Página 336 - Their fecond forrows they to Pompey give $ For her as for. their citizen they grieve:. E'en though glad victory had call'd her thence, And her Lord's bidding been the juft pretence, . The...
Página 343 - Days reftore, With Joy, methinks, I run thofe Regions o'er: There, much the better Parts of Life I prov'd, Rever'd by all, applauded, and...
Página 241 - And, till I hear thy certain loss, survive. My vow'd obedience, what it can, shall bear; Bui, oh ! my heart's a woman, and I fear. If the good gods, indulgent to my prayer, Should make the laws of Rome, and thee, their care ; In distant climes I may prolong my woe, And be the last thy victory to know. On some bleak rock, that frowns upon the deep, A constant watch thy weeping wife shall keep; There from each sail misfortune shall I guess, And dread the bark that brings me thy success. But if th...
Página 401 - Their will has been thy law, and thou hast kept it well. Fate bids thee now the noble thought improve ; Fate brings thee here to meet and talk with Jove. Inquire betimes what various chance shall come To impious Caesar and thy native Rome ; Try to avert, at least, thy country's doom.
Página 360 - Now pale, and wan, is fix'd upbn a spear, And borne, for public, view, aloft in air. The tyrant, pleas'd, beheld it; and decreed To keep this pledge of his detested deed. His slaves straight...
Página 310 - Bounds from the hill, and thunders down tlie vale; Old Pelion's caves the doubling roar return, And Oeta's rocks and groaning Pindus mourn; From pole to pole the tumult spreads afar; And the .world trembles at the distant war. Now flit the thrilling darts through liquid air, And various vows from various masters bear: Some...
Página 301 - Gaul we made our hard abode, And many a march in partnership have trod. Is there a soldier to your chief unknown? A sword, to whom I trust not, like my own? Could I not mark each javelin in the sky, And say from whom the fatal weapons !ly } E'en now I view auspicious furies rise.