Horace, المجلد 2Harper & Bros., 1844 |
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Archytas Aristippus arms ASELLA bard bear behold beneath bless'd brave breast Cæsar's CHARLES BADHAM charms cries crowd dare death delight dread e'en e'er ease Ennius EPISTLE eyes FABLE fair fame fate FAUNUS fear feast fierce fire flow folly fond fortune genius gentle give glows gods gold grace grove hath hear heart heaven honours Horace immortal Jove JULIUS FLORUS kings labour Latium laugh Lest live Lydia lyre mighty mind mirth muse ne'er night numbers o'er pain passion plain Plautus pleasure poet poison'd praise pride pursue PYRRHA race rage rhyme rich rise Roman Rome Sabine hills scene scorn Scythian shame shine shore sing slave smile soft song soon soul Sthenelus strain sure sweet thee thine thou Thracian Tiber Tibur toil verse vex'd virtue wanton waves wealth winds wine wise wretch youth
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الصفحة 172 - I shall here insert them, and hope my readers will apply them. 'Who strives to mount Parnassus' hill, And thence poetick laurels bring, Must first acquire due force and skill, Must fly with swan's or eagle's wing. Who Nature's treasures would explore, Her mysteries and arcana know; Must high as lofty Newton soar, Must stoop as delving Woodward low. Who studies ancient laws and rites, Tongues, arts, and arms, and history; Must drudge, like Selden, days and nights, And in the endless labour die. Who...
الصفحة 131 - He that holds fast the golden mean, And lives contentedly between The little and the great, Feels not the wants that pinch the poor, Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door, Imbittering all his state.
الصفحة 99 - WHAT slender Youth bedew'd with liquid odours Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave, Pyrrha for whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden Hair, Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he On Faith and changed Gods complain : and Seas Rough with black winds and storms Unwonted shall admire : Who now enjoys thee credulous, all Gold, Who always vacant, always amiable Hopes thee ; of flattering gales Unmindful.
الصفحة 169 - To number five direct your doves, There spread round MURRAY all your blooming loves ; Noble and young, who strikes the heart With every sprightly, every decent part ; Equal the injured to defend, To charm the mistress or to fix the friend ; He, with a hundred arts refined, Shall stretch thy conquests over half the kind.
الصفحة 141 - Sleep is a god too proud to wait in palaces, And yet so humble too, as not to scorn The meanest country cottages : " His poppy grows among the corn." The halcyon Sleep will never build his nest In any stormy breast. 'Tis not enough that he does find Clouds and darkness in their mind ; Darkness but half his work will do : 'Tis not enough ; he must find quiet too.
الصفحة 143 - THE man resolv'd and steady to his trust, Inflexible to ill, and obstinately just, May the rude rabble's insolence despise, Their senseless clamours and tumultuous cries; The tyrant's fierceness he beguiles, And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies, And with superior greatness smiles.
الصفحة 97 - Could through the ranks of ruin go, With storms above, and rocks below * In vain did Nature's wise command Divide the waters from the land, If daring ships, and men profane, Invade the inviolable main; The eternal fences overleap, And pass at will the boundless deep.
الصفحة 77 - If you would have me weep, begin the strain. Then I shall feel your sorrows, feel your pain ; But if your heroes act not what they say, I sleep or laugh the lifeless scene away.
الصفحة 99 - O, how oft shall he On faith and changed gods complain, and seas Rough with black winds, and storms Unwonted shall admire ! Who now enjoys thee credulous, all gold, Who always vacant, always amiable Hopes thee, of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they, To whom thou untried seem'st fair ! Me, in my vow'd Picture, the sacred wall declares to have hung My dank and dropping weeds To the stern God of sea.
الصفحة 181 - Will toss us in a morning more ? What with your friend you nobly share, At least, you rescue from your heir. Not you, Torquatus, boast of Rome, When Minos once has fix'd your doom, Or eloquence, or splendid birth, Or virtue, shall restore to earth. Hippolytus, unjustly slain, Diana calls to life in vain ; Nor can the might of Theseus rend The chains of hell, that hold his friend.