The Works of Virgil, Том 2William Borradaile., 1825 |
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Æneas afar altars Anchises Arcadian arm'd arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold blood bore breast call'd chariot chief clouds command coursers cries crowd crown'd dare dart death descends Eneas Eryx Euryalus ev'ry eyes falchion fame fatal fate father Faunus fear field fierce fight fir'd fire fix'd flames flies flood foes forc'd force friends fun'ral fury glitt'ring goddess gods ground hand haste head heav'n hero holy honour jav'lin Jove Juturna king lance land Latian Latium Lausus Messapus Mezentius mighty mix'd Mnestheus night o'er Pallas pass'd peace Phrygian pierc'd pious plain pointed lance pow'r pray'r press'd prince promis'd purple race rage rais'd rest rites Rutulian sacred seiz'd Sergestus shade shield shining shore shouts side sight Simoïs sire skies slain soul sound spear stand steeds stood Stygian sword Tarchon thee thou thrice throne tow'rs town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan unhappy Volscians walls winds wood wound youth
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Страница 220 - Trusses in middle air the trembling dove, Then plumes the prey, in her strong pounces bound: The feathers, foul with blood, come tumbling to the ground. Now mighty Jove, from his superior height, With his broad eye surveys th' unequal fight. He fires the breast of Tarchon with disdain, And sends him to redeem th
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Страница 94 - Nor thicker harvests on rich Hermus rise, Or Lycian fields, when Phoebus burns the skies, Than stand these troops: their bucklers ring around; Their trampling turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground. High in his chariot then Halesus came, A foe by birth to Troy's unhappy name: From Agamemnon born- to Turnus...
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Страница 114 - He said. They set their former work aside, And their new toils with eager haste divide. A flood of molten silver, brass, and gold, And deadly steel, in the large furnace roll'd; Of this, their artful hands a shield prepare, Alone sufficient to sustain the war.
Страница 158 - Ausonian towns destroy, Nor fear the race of a rejected boy. What profits it my son to scape the fire, Arm'd with his gods, and loaded with his sire; To pass the perils of the seas and wind; Evade the Greeks, and leave the war behind; To reach th' Italian shores; if, after all, Our second Pergamus is doom'd to fall?