The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, المجلد 19Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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الصفحة 14
... spread , And gloomy darkness roll'd about his head . The fleet in view , he twang'd his deadly bow , And hissing fly the feather'd fates below . On mules and dogs th ' infection first began ; And last , the vengeful arrows fix'd in man ...
... spread , And gloomy darkness roll'd about his head . The fleet in view , he twang'd his deadly bow , And hissing fly the feather'd fates below . On mules and dogs th ' infection first began ; And last , the vengeful arrows fix'd in man ...
الصفحة 20
... spread , a close embody'd crowd , And o'er the vale descends the living cloud . So , from the tents and ships , a lengthening train -Spreads all the beach , and wideo'ershades the plain : Along the region runs a deafening sound ...
... spread , a close embody'd crowd , And o'er the vale descends the living cloud . So , from the tents and ships , a lengthening train -Spreads all the beach , and wideo'ershades the plain : Along the region runs a deafening sound ...
الصفحة 23
... spread the tables , the repast prepare , Each takes his seat , and each receives his share . Soon as the rage of hunger was supprest , The generous Nestor thus the prince addrest : " Now bid thy heralds sound the loud alarms , And call ...
... spread the tables , the repast prepare , Each takes his seat , and each receives his share . Soon as the rage of hunger was supprest , The generous Nestor thus the prince addrest : " Now bid thy heralds sound the loud alarms , And call ...
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... spread , With all its beauteous honours on its head ; There , left a subject to the wind and rain , And scorch'd by ... spreads for aid his unavailing hands . The foe rush'd furious as he pants for breath , And through his navel drove ...
... spread , With all its beauteous honours on its head ; There , left a subject to the wind and rain , And scorch'd by ... spreads for aid his unavailing hands . The foe rush'd furious as he pants for breath , And through his navel drove ...
الصفحة 46
... spread ; And twelve young heifers to her altar led : If so the power , aton'd by fervent prayer , Our wives , our infants , and our city spare , And far avert Tydides ' wasteful ire , That mows whole troops , and makes all Troy retire ...
... spread ; And twelve young heifers to her altar led : If so the power , aton'd by fervent prayer , Our wives , our infants , and our city spare , And far avert Tydides ' wasteful ire , That mows whole troops , and makes all Troy retire ...
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Achilles Æneas Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Atrides band bear behold beneath blood bold brave breast chariot chief command coursers crown'd dart death descends dire divine dreadful Earth Eurymachus Ev'n eyes fair falchion fame fate father fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies flood force fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste heart Heaven Hector hero honours host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion javelin Jove king labours lance land Latian Lycian maid Menelaus mighty Mnestheus monarch mortal Neptune night numbers o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain poet Priam prince proud Pylian queen race rage rising sacred seas shade shield shining ships shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stood swain Swift sword tears Telemachus thee thou thunder toils train trembling Trojan Troy Turnus Ulysses Virgil walls warrior winds woes wound wretched youth
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الصفحة 58 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye...
الصفحة 210 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
الصفحة 75 - Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas ! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom, The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give...
الصفحة 329 - I have endeavoured to make Virgil speak such English, as he would himself have spoken, if he had been born in England, and in this present age.
الصفحة 61 - Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
الصفحة 18 - He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows,* Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate and sanction of the god : High heaven with trembling the dread signal took, And all Olympus to the centre shook.
الصفحة 297 - The fiery courser, when he hears from far The sprightly trumpets, and the shouts of war, Pricks up his ears ; and, trembling with delight.
الصفحة 131 - Scarce the whole people stop his desperate course, While strong affliction gives the feeble force: Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe. At length he roll'd in dust, and thus begun, Imploring all, and naming one by one: 'Ah! let me, let me go where sorrow calls; I, only I, will issue from your walls (Guide or companion, friends!
الصفحة 11 - But that which is to be allowed him, and which very much contributed to cover his defects, is a daring fiery spirit that animates his translation, which is something like what one might imagine Homer himself would have writ before he arrived at years of discretion.
الصفحة 157 - Perverse mankind ! whose wills, created free, Charge all their woes on absolute decree ; All to the dooming gods their guilt translate, And follies are miscall'd the crimes of Fate.