The works of Virgil, closely rendered into Engl. rhythm and illustr. from British poets by R.C. Singleton, Том 1 |
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... water - logged by the very cargo which he carries . * * A plan , which I have found successful with the very youthful construer , is this ; so far , I mean , as mere construing is concerned . Having assigned him a portion of an author ...
... water - logged by the very cargo which he carries . * * A plan , which I have found successful with the very youthful construer , is this ; so far , I mean , as mere construing is concerned . Having assigned him a portion of an author ...
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... water . But the real point is , whether such a style is suitable ? is it a style to which the young should be trained ? A poetical passage in prose may be legitimate enough ; but if it be too long sustained , it becomes imper- tinent ...
... water . But the real point is , whether such a style is suitable ? is it a style to which the young should be trained ? A poetical passage in prose may be legitimate enough ; but if it be too long sustained , it becomes imper- tinent ...
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... waters fall , Her name I'll teach in knowen termes to frame ; And eke my lambs , when for their dams they call , I'll teach to call for Cynthia by name . " VOL . I. B Are flying : thou , O Tityrus , at ease THE ECLOGUES. ...
... waters fall , Her name I'll teach in knowen termes to frame ; And eke my lambs , when for their dams they call , I'll teach to call for Cynthia by name . " VOL . I. B Are flying : thou , O Tityrus , at ease THE ECLOGUES. ...
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... waters scan Each feature faded , and my colour wan ? When shall I see my hut , the small abode Myself did raise , and cover o'er with sod ? Small though it be , a mean and humble cell , Yet is there room for peace and me to dwell . " 98 ...
... waters scan Each feature faded , and my colour wan ? When shall I see my hut , the small abode Myself did raise , and cover o'er with sod ? Small though it be , a mean and humble cell , Yet is there room for peace and me to dwell . " 98 ...
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... waters wept for thy returne , And all their fish with languour did lament . " 26-29 . A. Philips happily imitates this passage : " The pious mother comes , with grief oppress'd ; Ye trees and conscious fountains can attest VOL . I. D ...
... waters wept for thy returne , And all their fish with languour did lament . " 26-29 . A. Philips happily imitates this passage : " The pious mother comes , with grief oppress'd ; Ye trees and conscious fountains can attest VOL . I. D ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
Страница 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...
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Страница 101 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down ; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Страница 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.