The Works of the English Poets: AddisonH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... She oft has feen thee preffing on the foe , When Europe was concern'd in every blow But durft not in heroic ftrains rejoice ; ; The trumpets , drums , and cannons drown'd , her voice : She faw the Boyne run thick with human gore , And ...
... She oft has feen thee preffing on the foe , When Europe was concern'd in every blow But durft not in heroic ftrains rejoice ; ; The trumpets , drums , and cannons drown'd , her voice : She faw the Boyne run thick with human gore , And ...
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... She fets a man triumphant in the field , O'er giants cloven down , and monfters kill'd , Reeking in blood , and fmear'd with duft and sweat , Whilst angry gods confpire to make him great . Thy navy rides on feas before unpreft , And ...
... She fets a man triumphant in the field , O'er giants cloven down , and monfters kill'd , Reeking in blood , and fmear'd with duft and sweat , Whilst angry gods confpire to make him great . Thy navy rides on feas before unpreft , And ...
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... She forms her voice , the moves our fmiles or tears . If fatire or heroic ftrains fhe writes , Her hero pleases , and her fatire bites . From her no harfh unartful numbers fall , She wears all dreffes , and fhe charms in all .. How ...
... She forms her voice , the moves our fmiles or tears . If fatire or heroic ftrains fhe writes , Her hero pleases , and her fatire bites . From her no harfh unartful numbers fall , She wears all dreffes , and fhe charms in all .. How ...
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... she felt the fprings and rivers come , And crowd within the hollow of her womb , Up - lifted to the heavens her blafted head , And clapt her hands upon her brows , and faid ; ( But firft , impatient of the fultry heat , Sunk deeper down ...
... she felt the fprings and rivers come , And crowd within the hollow of her womb , Up - lifted to the heavens her blafted head , And clapt her hands upon her brows , and faid ; ( But firft , impatient of the fultry heat , Sunk deeper down ...
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... She ceas'd ; for , chok'd with vapours round her spread , Down to the deepest shades she funk her head . Jove call'd to witnefs every power above , And ev'n the God , whofe fon the chariot drove , That what he acts he is compell'd to do ...
... She ceas'd ; for , chok'd with vapours round her spread , Down to the deepest shades she funk her head . Jove call'd to witnefs every power above , And ev'n the God , whofe fon the chariot drove , That what he acts he is compell'd to do ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Æneid æther Afide arms atque behold beſt bleft bluſhes breaſt Cadmus Cæfar caft Cato Cato's caufe charms courſe CYCNUS death DECIUS defcribe defcription Ev'n eyes fafe faid fame fate father fays fecret fhade fhall fhining fide fight fire firſt fome forrows foul fpring friends ftand ftill ftrength fubject fuch fure fword Georgic goddeſs gods grief heart heaven himſelf itſelf Jove JUBA laft laſt loft LUCIA LUCIUS maid Marcia Marcus mighty moſt muſt myſelf numbers Numidian nunc nymph o'er Ovid paffion Pentheus Phaeton pleaſe pleaſure Poet Portius praiſe prince purſue rage raiſe reft reſt rife rifu riſe Roman Rome ſay ſcenes ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſpeak ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſtory ſtreams Syphax tears thee theſe thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand thunder verfe view'd Virgil virgin virtue Whilft youth САТО
Pasajes populares
Página 329 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Página 229 - Though in a bare and rugged way, Through devious, lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my pains beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crowned, And streams shall murmur all around...
Página 330 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Página 44 - On foreign mountains may the Sun refine The grape's soft juice, and mellow it to wine, With citron groves adorn a distant soil, And the fat olive swell with floods of oil : We envy not the warmer clime, that lies...
Página 107 - The god sits high, exalted on a throne Of blazing gems, with purple garments on ; The hours, in order rang'd on either hand, And days, and months, and years, and ages stand. Here spring appears with...
Página 253 - Put forth thy utmost strength, work every nerve, And call up all thy father in thy soul : To quell the tyrant Love, and guard thy heart On this weak side, where most our nature fails, Would be a conquest worthy Cato's son.
Página 248 - Commanding tears to stream through every age ; Tyrants no more their savage nature kept, And foes to virtue wonder'd how they wept. Our author shuns...
Página 223 - To all my weak Complaints and Cries Thy Mercy lent an Ear, Ere yet my feeble Thoughts had learnt To form themselves in Pray'r. Unnumber'd Comforts to my Soul Thy tender Care bestow'd, Before my Infant Heart conceiv'd From whom those Comforts flow'd. When in the slipp'ry Paths of Youth With heedless Steps I ran, Thine Arm unseen convey'd me safe And led me up to Man...
Página 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Página 281 - This sober conduct is a mighty virtue In lukewarm patriots. Cato. Come! no more, Sempronius, All here are friends to Rome, and to each other. Let us not weaken still the weaker side By our divisions. Sem. Cato, my resentments Are sacrificed to Rome — I stand reproved.