Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 страници |
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... length of Time , as ta- king up feven Years at leaft ; but Aristotle has left undeci- ded the Duration of the Action ; which yet is eafily reduc'd into the Compafs of a Year , by a Narration of what pre- ceeded the Return of Palamon to ...
... length of Time , as ta- king up feven Years at leaft ; but Aristotle has left undeci- ded the Duration of the Action ; which yet is eafily reduc'd into the Compafs of a Year , by a Narration of what pre- ceeded the Return of Palamon to ...
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... length have roll'd around the Liquid Space , At certain Periods they refume their Place , From the fame Point of Heav'n their Cour fe advance , And move in Measures of their former Dance ; Thus , after length of Ages , fhe returns ...
... length have roll'd around the Liquid Space , At certain Periods they refume their Place , From the fame Point of Heav'n their Cour fe advance , And move in Measures of their former Dance ; Thus , after length of Ages , fhe returns ...
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... their Return , the Ladies Fear : But these , and other Things , I must forbear . The Field is fpacious I defign to fow , With Oxen far unfit to draw the Plow : The Remnant of my Tale is of a Length Totire 2 BOOK I. Palamon and Arcite : Or ,
... their Return , the Ladies Fear : But these , and other Things , I must forbear . The Field is fpacious I defign to fow , With Oxen far unfit to draw the Plow : The Remnant of my Tale is of a Length Totire 2 BOOK I. Palamon and Arcite : Or ,
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... Length Totire your Patience , and to waste my Strength ; And trivial Accidents fhall be forborn , } That others may have time to take their Turn ; As was at first enjoin'd us by mine Host : That he whose Tale is beft , and pleases most ...
... Length Totire your Patience , and to waste my Strength ; And trivial Accidents fhall be forborn , } That others may have time to take their Turn ; As was at first enjoin'd us by mine Host : That he whose Tale is beft , and pleases most ...
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... Mortal Blifs fhould last for length of Years , She caft us headlong from our high Estate , And here in hope of thy Return we wait ; [ .. And long have waited in the Temple nigh , Built 4 Talamon and Arcite : Or , Book Ì .
... Mortal Blifs fhould last for length of Years , She caft us headlong from our high Estate , And here in hope of thy Return we wait ; [ .. And long have waited in the Temple nigh , Built 4 Talamon and Arcite : Or , Book Ì .
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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...