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Side 55 - I have long had by me the materials of an English Prosodia, containing all the mechanical rules of versification, wherein I have treated, with some exactness, of the feet, the quantities, and the pauses.
Side 36 - Love has nothing of his own ; he borrows all from a greater master in his own profession, and, which is worse, improves nothing which he finds. Nature fails him, and being forced to his old shift, he has recourse to witticism. This passes indeed with his soft admirers, and gives him the preference to Virgil in their esteem.
Side 108 - When (dreadful to behold) from sea we spied Two serpents, ranked abreast, the seas divide, And smoothly sweep along the swelling tide. Their flaming crests above the waves they show; Their bellies seem to burn the seas below; Their speckled tails advance to steer their course, And on the sounding shore the flying billows force.
Side 365 - T is all that he can give, or we demand. Joy is no more; but I would gladly go, To greet my Pallas with such news below.
Side 239 - His son, or one of his illustrious name? How like the former, and almost the same! Observe the crowds that compass him around; All gaze, and all admire, and raise a shouting sound: But hov'ring mists around his brows are spread, And night, with sable shades, involves his head.
Side 218 - Obscure they went thro' dreary shades, that led Along the waste dominions of the dead. Thus wander travelers in woods by night, By the moon's doubtful and malignant light, When Jove in dusky clouds involves the skies, And the faint crescent shoots by fits before their eyes.
Side 64 - I have endeavoured to make Virgil speak such English as he would himself have spoken, if he had been born in England, and in this present age.
Side 79 - Within a long recess there lies a bay: An island shades it from the rolling sea, And forms a port secure for ships to ride: Broke by the jutting land, on either side, In double streams the briny waters glide...
Side 249 - Despite not then, that in our hands we bear These holy boughs, and sue with words of pray'r. Fate and the gods, by their supreme command, Have doom'd our ships to seek the Latian land. To these abodes our fleet Apollo sends; Here Dardanus was born, and hither tends; Where Tuscan Tiber rolls with rapid force, And where Numicus opes his holy source.