Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 страници |
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... force himself upon me for an Adverfary . I contemn him too much to enter into Competition with him . His own Tranflations of Virgil have answer'd his Criticisms on mine . If ( as they fay , he has declar'd in Print ) he prefers the ...
... force himself upon me for an Adverfary . I contemn him too much to enter into Competition with him . His own Tranflations of Virgil have answer'd his Criticisms on mine . If ( as they fay , he has declar'd in Print ) he prefers the ...
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... Force returns , his Ardour we reftrain , And curb bis Warlike Wish to cross the Main . Now past the Danger , let the Learn'd begin Th ' Enquiry , where Difeafe could enter in ; How those malignant Atoms forc'd their Way , Prey ? What in ...
... Force returns , his Ardour we reftrain , And curb bis Warlike Wish to cross the Main . Now past the Danger , let the Learn'd begin Th ' Enquiry , where Difeafe could enter in ; How those malignant Atoms forc'd their Way , Prey ? What in ...
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... Force he conquer'd , then by Love ; He brought in Triumph back the beauteous Dame , With whom her Sifter , fair Emilia , came . With Honour to his Home let Thefeus ride , With Love to Friend , and Fortune for hisGuide , And his ...
... Force he conquer'd , then by Love ; He brought in Triumph back the beauteous Dame , With whom her Sifter , fair Emilia , came . With Honour to his Home let Thefeus ride , With Love to Friend , and Fortune for hisGuide , And his ...
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... Force of Fates That governs all , and Heav'n that all creates , Nor Art , nor Nature's Hand can ease my Grief , Nothing but Death , the Wretch's last Relief : Then farewell Youth , and all the Joys that dwell With Youth and Life , and ...
... Force of Fates That governs all , and Heav'n that all creates , Nor Art , nor Nature's Hand can ease my Grief , Nothing but Death , the Wretch's last Relief : Then farewell Youth , and all the Joys that dwell With Youth and Life , and ...
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... force thee to renounce thy Love . The Surety which I gave thee , I defie ; Fool , not to know that Love endures no Tie , And Jove but laughs at Lovers Perjury . Know I will serve the Fair in thy despight ; But since thou art my Kinsman ...
... force thee to renounce thy Love . The Surety which I gave thee , I defie ; Fool , not to know that Love endures no Tie , And Jove but laughs at Lovers Perjury . Know I will serve the Fair in thy despight ; But since thou art my Kinsman ...
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againſt Ajax Arcite Arms Baucis and Philemon becauſe beſt betwixt Blood Breaſt caft call'd Cauſe Ceyx Chaucer CHIG Cinyras cloſe cou'd cry'd Cymon Dame Death defcended Defire Eaſe Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid fair fame Fate Fear Feaſt fecret feem'd felf fent fhall fhou'd Fight fince firft firſt flain Flames Flow'rs fome foon forc'd fought ftill fuch Goddeſs Grace Hand Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Houſe join'd Jove King Knight laft laſt leaſt lefs liv'd loft look'd lov'd Love Maid Mind moſt muſt Myrrha o'er Ovid Palamon plac'd pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r prepar'd preſent Prieſt Prince Publick purfu'd purſue Queen rais'd Reaſon refolv'd reft reſt rifing ſaid ſcarce ſeen ſelf Senfe ſhall ſhe Sire Soul ſpoke ſpread ſtill ſtood Tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought turn'd Twas whofe whoſe Wife Wiſhes wou'd
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Страница 374 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Страница 372 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Страница 371 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Страница 89 - Bade cease the war ; pronouncing from on high, Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily. The sound of trumpets to the voice replied, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride.
Страница 373 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Страница 367 - None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire.
Страница 170 - Such as it is, the' offence is all my own ; And what to Guiscard is already done, Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree, That, if not executed first by thee, Shall on my person be perform'd by me.
Страница 507 - Nothing reserved or sullen was to see; But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity: Mild was his accent, and his action free. With eloquence innate his tongue was arm'd; Though harsh the precept, yet the preacher charm'd. For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...