New elegant extracts; a selection from the most eminent British poets and poetical translators, by R.A. Davenport, Volumen6 |
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... with gore , Not all my brothers gasping on the shore ; As thine , Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I see thee trembling , weeping , captive led ! In Argive looms our battles to design , And woes 12 P. XI . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
... with gore , Not all my brothers gasping on the shore ; As thine , Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I see thee trembling , weeping , captive led ! In Argive looms our battles to design , And woes 12 P. XI . ELEGANT EXTRACTS .
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... shores the ' assembled nations draws , What calls for vengeance , but a woman's cause ? Are fair endowments and a beauteous face Beloved by none but those of Atreus ' race ? The wife whom choice and passion doth approve , Sure every ...
... shores the ' assembled nations draws , What calls for vengeance , but a woman's cause ? Are fair endowments and a beauteous face Beloved by none but those of Atreus ' race ? The wife whom choice and passion doth approve , Sure every ...
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... shore : Thither the spoils of this long war shall pass , The ruddy gold , the steel , and shining brass ; My beauteous captives thither I'll convey , And all that rests of my unravish'd prey . One only valued gift your tyrant gave , And ...
... shore : Thither the spoils of this long war shall pass , The ruddy gold , the steel , and shining brass ; My beauteous captives thither I'll convey , And all that rests of my unravish'd prey . One only valued gift your tyrant gave , And ...
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... shore ; Should all these offers for my friendship call ; " Tis he that offers , and I scorn them all . Atrides ' daughter never shall be led ( An ill match'd consort ) to Achilles ' bed ; Like golden Venus though she charm'd the heart ...
... shore ; Should all these offers for my friendship call ; " Tis he that offers , and I scorn them all . Atrides ' daughter never shall be led ( An ill match'd consort ) to Achilles ' bed ; Like golden Venus though she charm'd the heart ...
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... shores , their native seats enjoy , Nor hope the fall of Heaven - defended Troy . Jove's arm display'd asserts her from the skies ; Her hearts are strengthen'd , and her glories rise . Go then , to Greece report our fix'd design ; Bid ...
... shores , their native seats enjoy , Nor hope the fall of Heaven - defended Troy . Jove's arm display'd asserts her from the skies ; Her hearts are strengthen'd , and her glories rise . Go then , to Greece report our fix'd design ; Bid ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Admetus Æneas Armida arms AUSONIUS beam beauteous behold bend beneath bird bless'd bliss bloom blushing bosom breast breath bright brow charms Cocytus coursers cried crown'd dark dart dear death deep delight doom'd dread e'en earth eyes FABLIAU fade fair falchion fate fear fire fix'd flame flowers fond gaze glow gods gold golden grace hand hast hear heart heaven hour Jove LATIN Lausus light limbs lips maid MELEAGER Mezentius mighty mourn ne'er night nymph o'er once pain pale pass'd PAUL THE SILENTIARY Phlegethon plain press'd pride rage repose rest Rhadamanthus Rodomont roll'd rose round seem'd shade shining shore sighs silvan Simoïs sire SIRMIO skies sleep smile soft song soothe soul spread spring steeds stream sweet Tartarus tears tempest thee thine thou toil trembling Twas vermil voice waves wild wildgrave winds wound wretched youth
Pasajes populares
Página 12 - My soul impels me to the embattled plains! Let me be foremost to defend the throne, And guard my father's glories, and my own. "Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates! (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Página 40 - Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Página 39 - He knew his lord : — he knew, and strove to meet (In vain he strove), to crawl, and kiss his feet; Yet (all he could) his tail, his ears, his eyes, Salute his master, and confess his joys.
Página 75 - Celestial visitant, once more Thy needful presence I implore ! In pity come, and ease my grief, Bring my distemper'd soul relief, Favour thy suppliant's hidden fires, And give me all my heart desires.
Página 13 - O thou ! whose glory fills th' ethereal throne, And all ye deathless powers! protect my son! Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown, To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown, Against his country's foes the war to wage, And rise the Hector of the future age ! So when triumphant from successful toils Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils, Whole hosts may hail him with deserved acclaim, And say, ' This chief transcends his father's fame :' While pleased, amidst the general shouts of Troy,...
Página 13 - Embitters all thy woes, by naming me. The thoughts of glory past, and present shame, A thousand griefs shall waken at the name ! May I lie cold before that dreadful day, Press'd with a load of monumental clay ! Thy Hector, wrapt in everlasting sleep, Shall neither hear thee sigh, nor see thee weep.
Página 12 - Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee: Alas! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall, Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share: Oh, prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon...
Página 73 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung.
Página 36 - Four acres was th' allotted space of ground, Fenc'd with a green enclosure all around. Tall thriving trees confess'd the fruitful mold; The red'ning apple ripens here to gold, Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows, With deeper red the full pomegranate glows, The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear, And verdant olives flourish round the year. The balmy spirit of the western gale Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail: Each dropping pear a following pear...
Página 27 - tis certain; man, though dead, retains Part of himself; the immortal mind remains: The form subsists without the body's aid, Aerial semblance, and an empty shade!