The works of Virgil, closely rendered into Engl. rhythm and illustr. from British poets by R.C. Singleton, المجلد 1 |
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... and other country messes , Which the neat - handed Phyllis dresses ; And then in haste her bower she leaves , With Thestylis to bind the sheaves . " L ' Allegro . Of Amaryllis , and her haughty scorn , That I ECLOGUE II. ALEXIS. ...
... and other country messes , Which the neat - handed Phyllis dresses ; And then in haste her bower she leaves , With Thestylis to bind the sheaves . " L ' Allegro . Of Amaryllis , and her haughty scorn , That I ECLOGUE II. ALEXIS. ...
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... leaf the woods , now fairest is the year . Begin , Damotas ; thou shalt follow then , Menalcas : in alternate strains ye'll sing : Camanian [ maidens ] love alternate strains . DAMETAS . From Jove , ye Muses , is my spring of song ; Of ...
... leaf the woods , now fairest is the year . Begin , Damotas ; thou shalt follow then , Menalcas : in alternate strains ye'll sing : Camanian [ maidens ] love alternate strains . DAMETAS . From Jove , ye Muses , is my spring of song ; Of ...
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... leaves quiver with the cooling wind , And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground : Under their sweet shade , Aaron , let us sit . " Shakspeare , Tit . And . ii . 3 . " So fashioned a porch with rare device , Archt over head with an ...
... leaves quiver with the cooling wind , And make a chequer'd shadow on the ground : Under their sweet shade , Aaron , let us sit . " Shakspeare , Tit . And . ii . 3 . " So fashioned a porch with rare device , Archt over head with an ...
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... leaves to thy soft lays . " The same miseries Spenser makes the consequence of Colin Clout's absence . Hobbinol tells him : Colin Clout , xxii . : " Whilest thou wast hence , all dead in dole did lie : The woods were heard to waile full ...
... leaves to thy soft lays . " The same miseries Spenser makes the consequence of Colin Clout's absence . Hobbinol tells him : Colin Clout , xxii . : " Whilest thou wast hence , all dead in dole did lie : The woods were heard to waile full ...
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... leaves to enwreathe the limber spears . As is the vine the grace to trees , as grapes To vines , as bulls to herds , as standing corn To teemful tilths , so thou all grace to thine . After the Weirds reft thee away , the fields E'en ...
... leaves to enwreathe the limber spears . As is the vine the grace to trees , as grapes To vines , as bulls to herds , as standing corn To teemful tilths , so thou all grace to thine . After the Weirds reft thee away , the fields E'en ...
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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.