The works of Virgil, closely rendered into Engl. rhythm and illustr. from British poets by R.C. Singleton, المجلد 1 |
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... sooth I envy not ; I marvel more : Through all the country round to such extent Is [ all ] turmoiled . Lo ! these she - goats do I Myself before me heart - sick drive ; this eke With effort , Tityrus , do I lead . For here , Among the ...
... sooth I envy not ; I marvel more : Through all the country round to such extent Is [ all ] turmoiled . Lo ! these she - goats do I Myself before me heart - sick drive ; this eke With effort , Tityrus , do I lead . For here , Among the ...
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Publius Vergilius Maro. At once he ' gins himself . sang Then , sooth , in time Both Fauns and savage beasts you might behold Disporting ; then stiff oaks waving their crests . Neither so much in Phoebus doth delight Parnassus ' crag ...
Publius Vergilius Maro. At once he ' gins himself . sang Then , sooth , in time Both Fauns and savage beasts you might behold Disporting ; then stiff oaks waving their crests . Neither so much in Phoebus doth delight Parnassus ' crag ...
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... sooth had surely heard , that where the hills Begin to slope them off , and sink their ridge , With gentle dip , as far as to the stream , And to the aged beech , now broken tops , All by his lays had thy Menalcas saved . MERIS . Hadst ...
... sooth had surely heard , that where the hills Begin to slope them off , and sink their ridge , With gentle dip , as far as to the stream , And to the aged beech , now broken tops , All by his lays had thy Menalcas saved . MERIS . Hadst ...
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... sooth I am about , and silently , Lycidas , with myself I turn it o'er , If I were able to remember it ; Neither is mean the sonnet : O Galatea ; for what sport lies in the waves ? Here spring all bright ; here , round the rills , The ...
... sooth I am about , and silently , Lycidas , with myself I turn it o'er , If I were able to remember it ; Neither is mean the sonnet : O Galatea ; for what sport lies in the waves ? Here spring all bright ; here , round the rills , The ...
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... sooth , many when they sow Drugging , and first in natron steeping them , And in black olive - lees , that there might be A larger produce in the guileful pods . And though they , quickened o'er a scanty fire , Were moistened , I have ...
... sooth , many when they sow Drugging , and first in natron steeping them , And in black olive - lees , that there might be A larger produce in the guileful pods . And though they , quickened o'er a scanty fire , Were moistened , I have ...
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Æneas Æneid altars amid Amyntas Anchises Annus Mirabilis Arethuse arms Ascanius Bacchus bear bees behold beneath billows blood breath Cæsar Ceres clouds Corydon Creusa Daphnis death deep Dido dost doth dread Dryden e'en earth Eclogue eyes Faerie Queene fane fates fear fields fire flames flock flood forests gales Georgic goddess gods gold Greeks groan grove hand hath heaven Helenus hence Iulus Jove king land light Line lofty Lycidas MENALCAS mighty Milton mind MOPSUS mountains Mycena neath night o'er Paradise Lost plain poet Priam prose race rage realm render rocks round scarce seems shade Shakspeare shalt shores sing sire sleep sooth soul Spenser spring stars steeds storm stream swains sweet tears Teucrians thee thou tilths Tityrus toil translation trees Trojan Troy Tyrians unto verses vine Virgil waves wight wild winds wings woods words wretched 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.