The works of Virgil, closely rendered into Engl. rhythm and illustr. from British poets by R.C. Singleton, المجلد 1 |
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... Milton , for instance , uses , —a writer of the same class as Virgil , -be introduced into a prose translation of this poet , and , unless I am greatly mistaken , the result will involve a serious offence against the refined judgment ...
... Milton , for instance , uses , —a writer of the same class as Virgil , -be introduced into a prose translation of this poet , and , unless I am greatly mistaken , the result will involve a serious offence against the refined judgment ...
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... Milton's P. R. b . iv . 10 70 80 84. Shakspeare uses the powerful aid of impossibilities for a dif ferent purpose : Merchant of Venice , iv . 1 : " You may as well go stand upon the beach , And bid the main flood bate his usual height ...
... Milton's P. R. b . iv . 10 70 80 84. Shakspeare uses the powerful aid of impossibilities for a dif ferent purpose : Merchant of Venice , iv . 1 : " You may as well go stand upon the beach , And bid the main flood bate his usual height ...
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... Milton treats the idea in the closing line differently : " And now the sun had stretched out all the hills . " Collins , with a further variety : Ec . iii .: " While evening dews enrich the glittering glade , And the tall forests cast a ...
... Milton treats the idea in the closing line differently : " And now the sun had stretched out all the hills . " Collins , with a further variety : Ec . iii .: " While evening dews enrich the glittering glade , And the tall forests cast a ...
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... Milton makes his Thestylis to help the reapers in a df- ferent way , assigning the culinary department to Phillis : " Hard by , a cottage - chimney smokes , From betwixt two aged oaks , Where Corydon and Thyrsis met , Are at their ...
... Milton makes his Thestylis to help the reapers in a df- ferent way , assigning the culinary department to Phillis : " Hard by , a cottage - chimney smokes , From betwixt two aged oaks , Where Corydon and Thyrsis met , Are at their ...
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... Milton's P. L. iv . A. Philips , in his 1st Pastoral , gives a graceful turn to the idea : " And fair my flock , nor yet uncomely I , If liquid fountains flatter not ; -and why Should liquid fountains flatter us , yet show The bordering ...
... Milton's P. L. iv . A. Philips , in his 1st Pastoral , gives a graceful turn to the idea : " And fair my flock , nor yet uncomely I , If liquid fountains flatter not ; -and why Should liquid fountains flatter us , yet show The bordering ...
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altars appear arms bear beneath blood borne breath bring clouds comes course death deep doth dread Dryden e'en earth eyes fair fall fates fear fell fields fire flock flood force give gods gold grove hand hath head heaven hence hope Italy king land leaves light Line lofty look Lost means mighty Milton mind mother mountains night o'er once passage plain poet present Queene race render rising rocks round scarce seek seems shade Shakspeare shores side sing sire sleep sooth soul speaks Spenser spring stand stars storm stream sweet tears thee things thou throughout translation trees Troy turn unto vine Virgil waters waves whole wild winds wings woods young youth
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الصفحة 355 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which "they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
الصفحة 180 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great...
الصفحة 55 - 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...
الصفحة vi - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; — 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
الصفحة 311 - Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods ! why this ? What this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
الصفحة 194 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
الصفحة 351 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
الصفحة 120 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
الصفحة 101 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down ; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
الصفحة 232 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.