| Marco Girolamo Vida - 1725 - 134 страници
...field, from ftream to ftream he roves, And courts the cooling flicker of the groves. For why fliould Homer * deck the gorgeous car,. When our rais'd fouls are eager for the war ? Or dwell on ev'ry wheel, when loud alarms, And Mars in thunder calls the hofts to arms ; When with his heroes we... | |
| Virgil - 1778 - 440 страници
...time when the reader expe&ed to be hurried mftantly into the thickeft of the battle : For why fliould Homer deck the gorgeous car, When our rais'd fouls are eager for the war ? Or dwell on ev'ry wheel, when loud alarms, And Mars in thunder calls the hofts to arms ? PITT'S Vida, B. II. Two... | |
| English poets - 1790 - 364 страници
...field, from ftream to ftream he roves. And courts the cooling fhelter of the groves. For why fhould Homer * deck the gorgeous car, When our rais'd fouls...malignant mind; His awkward figure is not worth our care; His monilrous length of head, or want of hair, Not, though he goes with mountain {boulders by, Short... | |
| British poets - 1822 - 344 страници
...the cooling shelter of the groves. For why should Homer" deck the gorgeous car When our raised souls are eager for the war? Or dwell on every wheel, when loud alarms, And Mars in thunder calls the host to arms ? When with his heroes we some dastard find 12 , Of a vile aspect and malignant mind;... | |
| Albert Stanburrough Cook - 1892 - 378 страници
...studio fontes invisit inani, Fontesque, fluviosque, et amoenos frigore lucos. 175 When our raised souls are eager for the war? Or dwell on every wheel, when loud alarms And Mars in thunder calls the host to arms? When with his heroes we some dastard find, Of a vile aspect and malignant mind, His awkward... | |
| Nimrod - 1903 - 532 страници
...him into the thickest of the Ì— 'For why should Homer deck the gorgeous car, When our raised souls are eager for the war? Or dwell on every wheel, when loud alarms, And Mars, in thunder, call the hosts to arms? 1 he not so minutely faithful to this part of his t, that, at the funeral games... | |
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