Virgil in English Rhythm: With Illustrations from the British Poets, from Chaucer to CowperBell and Daldy, 1871 - 330 páginas |
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... dreads Lest she should me prefer to him , his ewes This caitiff keeper milketh twice an hour , And from the flock the sap is filched away , And from the lambs the milk . Dam . reserve ΙΟ Be charged on those who ' re men . We know both ...
... dreads Lest she should me prefer to him , his ewes This caitiff keeper milketh twice an hour , And from the flock the sap is filched away , And from the lambs the milk . Dam . reserve ΙΟ Be charged on those who ' re men . We know both ...
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... dread the sweets , " My venom eyes Strike innocency dead at such a distance . " Beaumont and Fletcher , The Coxcomb , v . 2 . " His eyes shoot poison at me ; ha ! he has Bewitched me , sure . Shirley , The Brothers , iv . 1 . " You leer ...
... dread the sweets , " My venom eyes Strike innocency dead at such a distance . " Beaumont and Fletcher , The Coxcomb , v . 2 . " His eyes shoot poison at me ; ha ! he has Bewitched me , sure . Shirley , The Brothers , iv . 1 . " You leer ...
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... dread rattling thunder Have I given fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong - bas'd promontory Have I made shake , and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar ; graves , at my command , Have wak'd their ...
... dread rattling thunder Have I given fire , and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt ; the strong - bas'd promontory Have I made shake , and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar ; graves , at my command , Have wak'd their ...
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... dread camps . " Came , too , Silvanus , with a [ crown of ] rural grace Upon his head , his blooming fennel plants , And monster lilies tossing to and fro . 31 Pan came , the god of Arcady , whom we Ourselves beheld with berries bloody ...
... dread camps . " Came , too , Silvanus , with a [ crown of ] rural grace Upon his head , his blooming fennel plants , And monster lilies tossing to and fro . 31 Pan came , the god of Arcady , whom we Ourselves beheld with berries bloody ...
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... Where they in darkness and dread horror dwell , Hating the happie light from which they fell . " Spenser , Hymne of Heavenly Love , 85 . Auspicious is , as well to plant the vine , 34 v . 262-284 . V. 238-262 . THE GEORGICS .
... Where they in darkness and dread horror dwell , Hating the happie light from which they fell . " Spenser , Hymne of Heavenly Love , 85 . Auspicious is , as well to plant the vine , 34 v . 262-284 . V. 238-262 . THE GEORGICS .
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneas alike altars Anchises arms Ascanius bear Beaumont and Fletcher behold Ben Jonson beneath birds blaze blood bosom breast breath brows clouds coursers Dardan darts death deep Dido dost doth dread Dryden e'en earth eyes Faerie Queene Faithful Shepherdess falchion fates fear fire flames Fletcher flies flock flood gales goddess gods gold groan grove hast hath head heart heaven hero Iulus Jove Juno Juturna king land Latin Latium light lofty maid Massinger Messapus Mezentius mighty Milton Mnestheus neath night Nymphs o'er Pallas plain pow'r Priam queen race rage right hand rocks round Rutuli Rutulian shades Shakespeare shalt shores sire sleep sooth soul speaks spear Spenser spring stand stars steeds stood storm stream sweet sword tears Teucri thee thine thou thro toil Trojans Troy Turnus voice walls waves whither winds wings woods words wound youth
Pasajes populares
Página 67 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Página 204 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
Página 22 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war...
Página 155 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Página 236 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Página 270 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 193 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Página 203 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Página 182 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Página 40 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...