Voltairiana. Selected and tr. by M.J. Young, 1

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219 - Avide de la gloire , il volait aux alarmes. Ce jour, sa jeune pouse, en accusant le ciel, En dtestant la ligue et ce combat mortel, Arma son tendre amant, et d'une main tremblante Attacha tristement sa cuirasse pesante , Et couvrit, en pleurant, d'un casque prcieux Ce front si plein de grce et si cher ses yeux.
190 - With fame, in just proportion, envy grows ; The man that makes a character, makes foes : Slight, peevish insects round a genius rise, As a bright day awakes the world of flies ; With hearty malice, but with feeble wing, (To show they live) they flutter, and they sting : But as by depredations wasps proclaim The fairest fruit, so these the fairest fame.
221 - D'Ailly voit son visage : dsespoir ! cris ! Il le voit, il l'embrasse : hlas ! c'tait son fils. Le pre infortun, les yeux baigns de larmes, Tournait contre son sein ses parricides armes ; On l'arrte : on s'oppose sa juste fureur...
220 - Fait tomber ses pieds ce guerrier gnreux. Ses yeux sont pour jamais ferms la lumire ; Son casque auprs de lui roule sur la poussire ; D'Ailly voit son visage : dsespoir ! cris ! Il le voit, il l'embrasse : hlas ! c'tait son fils.
xxxix - O Parnasse, frmis de douleur et d'effroi! Pleurez , Muses ! brisez vos lyres immortelles ! Toi, dont il fatigua les cent voix et les ailes, Dis que Voltaire est mort, pleure, et repose-toi.
7 - No stranger, sir, though born in foreign climes. On Dorset downs, when Milton's page, With Sin and Death provok'd thy rage, Thy rage provok'd, who sooth'd with gentle rhymes?" By Dorset downs he probably meant Mr. Dodington's seat. In Pitt's poems is "An Epistle to Dr. Edward Young, at Eastbury in Dorsetshire, on the Review at Sarum, 1722.
7 - On Dorset downs, when MILTON'S page, With Sin and Death, provok'd thy rage, Thy rage provok'd, who sooth'd with gentle rhymes ? V. Who kindly couch'd thy censure's eye, And gave thee clearly to descry Sound judgment giving law to fancy strong ? Who half inclin'd thee to confess, Nor could thy modesty do less, That MILTON'S blindness lay not in his song ? VI.
220 - Discorde accourut ; le dmon de la guerre, La Mort ple et sanglante, taient ses cts. Malheureux, suspendez vos coups prcipits ! Mais un destin funeste enflamme leur courage ; Dans le cur l'un de l'autre ils cherchent un passage, Dans ce cur ennemi qu'ils ne connaissent pas.
123 - ... of HOMER, .and that too, even then, when he is under obligations to him ; insomuch that a very ingenious gentleman of my acquaintance tells me, that whenever you treat the English bard as a drunken savage in your avant propos, he always deems it a sure prognostic that your play is the better for him.
126 - ... as mrs Gibber you would have beheld in Mandane a figure that would be an ornament to any stage in Europe, and you would have acknowledged that her acting promises...