The Works of the English Poets: Rowe's LucanH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... hopes thy wandering fancy move , The filent Delphic oracle to prove ? In vain , Ausonian Appius , art thou come ; Long has our Phoebus and his cave been dumb . Whether , difdaining us , the facred voice Has made fome other distant land ...
... hopes thy wandering fancy move , The filent Delphic oracle to prove ? In vain , Ausonian Appius , art thou come ; Long has our Phoebus and his cave been dumb . Whether , difdaining us , the facred voice Has made fome other distant land ...
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... Hope not thou to ' fcape my rage , he cry'd ; Sore fhalt thou rue thy fond deceit , profane , ( The gods and Appius are not mock'd in vain ) Unless thou cease thy mortal founds to tell , Unless thou plunge thee in the mystic cell ...
... Hope not thou to ' fcape my rage , he cry'd ; Sore fhalt thou rue thy fond deceit , profane , ( The gods and Appius are not mock'd in vain ) Unless thou cease thy mortal founds to tell , Unless thou plunge thee in the mystic cell ...
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... hope of bribes prevail , Turn against Cæfar , and his cause , the scale , And fet the mercenary fword to fale . Nor , e'er before , fo truly could he read What dangers ftrow thofe paths the mighty tread . Then , first he found , on what ...
... hope of bribes prevail , Turn against Cæfar , and his cause , the scale , And fet the mercenary fword to fale . Nor , e'er before , fo truly could he read What dangers ftrow thofe paths the mighty tread . Then , first he found , on what ...
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... hopes of recompence prepar'd , Thou giv❜ft us war , more war , for our reward . Though purple rivers in thy cause we spilt , And ftain'd our horrid hands in every guilt ; With unavailing wickedness we toil'd , 380 In vain the gods , in ...
... hopes of recompence prepar'd , Thou giv❜ft us war , more war , for our reward . Though purple rivers in thy cause we spilt , And ftain'd our horrid hands in every guilt ; With unavailing wickedness we toil'd , 380 In vain the gods , in ...
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... hope to leave the mighty ocean dry ; The deep shall still be full , and fcorn the poor supply . Nor think fuch vulgar fouls as yours were given , To be the task of fate , and care of heaven : Few are the lordly , the diftinguish'd great ...
... hope to leave the mighty ocean dry ; The deep shall still be full , and fcorn the poor supply . Nor think fuch vulgar fouls as yours were given , To be the task of fate , and care of heaven : Few are the lordly , the diftinguish'd great ...
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Ægypt Ægyptian arms behold beneath blood breaſt burning Cæfar caufe cauſe chief coaft command croud Dæmon daring death diftant dreadful earth eaſe Emathia's ev'n eyes facred fafe faid fame fands fatal fate fcorn fear feas fecret fecure feek feem ferpents fhade fhall fhore fide fierce fight firft firſt fix'd flain flame flaves flies flood foldier fome foon fortune foul ftand ftill ftream fuccefs fuch fudden fupplies fwelling fword gods hand head heaven Jove juſt labours laft land laſt Latian loft Mede Meroë mighty mournful numbers o'er pain Parthian Pharfalia's Pharian PHARSALIA plain poifon Pompey Pompey's Pothinus proud Ptolemy rage reft rife riſe Roman Rome Rome's Scythian ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſtood ſword Syrts Tanaïs taſk thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thouſand vanquiſh'd victor waſte Where-e'er whofe winds wound yield
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