The Works of the English Poets: Dryden's virgilH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... 'd body rend ? Ofpare the corpfe of thy unhappy friend ! Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood : The tears diftil not from the wounded wood ; В 2 35 40 45 50 55 60 But ( Johnson ) NCI THE WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POET NEIS . BOOK III .
... 'd body rend ? Ofpare the corpfe of thy unhappy friend ! Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood : The tears diftil not from the wounded wood ; В 2 35 40 45 50 55 60 But ( Johnson ) NCI THE WORKS OF THE ENGLISH POET NEIS . BOOK III .
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... 'd body rend ? Ofpare the corpfe of thy unhappy friend ! Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood : The tears diftil not from the wounded wood ; B 2 60 But But every drop this living tree contains Is kindred blood Æ NEIS . ม . BOOK III .
... 'd body rend ? Ofpare the corpfe of thy unhappy friend ! Spare to pollute thy pious hands with blood : The tears diftil not from the wounded wood ; B 2 60 But But every drop this living tree contains Is kindred blood Æ NEIS . ม . BOOK III .
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... unhappy we were borne : Endur'd the victor's luft ; fuftain'd the fcorn : Thus I fubmitted to the lawless pride Of Pyrrhus , more a handmaid than a bride . Cloy'd with poffeffion , he forfook my bed , And Helen's lovely daughter fought ...
... unhappy we were borne : Endur'd the victor's luft ; fuftain'd the fcorn : Thus I fubmitted to the lawless pride Of Pyrrhus , more a handmaid than a bride . Cloy'd with poffeffion , he forfook my bed , And Helen's lovely daughter fought ...
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... the powers above , and what we share From nature's common gift , this vital air , O Trojans , take me hence ; I beg no more , But bear me far from this unhappy shore ! 780 785 ' Tis ' Tis true , I am a Greek , and 18 DRYDEN'S VIRGIL .
... the powers above , and what we share From nature's common gift , this vital air , O Trojans , take me hence ; I beg no more , But bear me far from this unhappy shore ! 780 785 ' Tis ' Tis true , I am a Greek , and 18 DRYDEN'S VIRGIL .
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... unhappy state ; 825 For , gorg'd with flesh , and drunk with human wine , While fast afleep the giant lay fupine : Snoring aloud , and belching from his maw 830 835 His indigested foam , and morfels raw : We pray , we caft the lots ...
... unhappy state ; 825 For , gorg'd with flesh , and drunk with human wine , While fast afleep the giant lay fupine : Snoring aloud , and belching from his maw 830 835 His indigested foam , and morfels raw : We pray , we caft the lots ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
Æneas Afcanius againſt altars Anchifes arms bear blood breaſt caft coaft command courfe courſe crown'd dart defcends Dido Euryalus eyes facred fafe faid fame fatal fate Faunus fear fecond fecure feek fent fhades fhall fhining fhips fhore fide fields fight fire firft firſt fix'd flain flaming fleep flew flood foes fome forc'd fought foul fpear ftands fuch fury fword ghoſt gods ground gueſt hafte hand head heaven Helenus himſelf Jove Juno king labour laft land laſt Latian Latium lefs limbs Mezentius mix'd Nifus night o'er oars paffage Pallas Phrygian plain prince promis'd purſue queen race rage reft reſt rifing rites Rutulian ſaid ſhade ſhakes ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſpear ſpoke ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtood thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou Thracian thrice Tiber trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tyrian vows whofe Whoſe winds wood wound youth
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Страница 197 - Nor thy resistless arm the bull withstood, Nor he, the roaring terror of the wood. The triple porter of the Stygian seat, With lolling tongue, lay fawning at thy feet, And, seiz'd with fear, forgot his mangled meat.
Страница 137 - High as the Mother of the Gods in place, And proud, like her, of an immortal race. Then, when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round, With golden turrets on her temples crown'd; A hundred gods her sweeping train supply; Her offspring all, and all command the sky.
Страница 125 - Tis here, in different paths, the way divides; The right to Pluto's golden palace guides; The left to that unhappy region tends, Which to the depth of Tartarus descends ; The seat of night profound, and punish'd fiends.
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Страница 138 - Nysa's top descending on the plains, With curling vines around his purple reins. And doubt we yet through dangers to pursue The paths of honour, and a crown in view?