The Eclogues, Bind 1Harper, 1872 |
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Achilles Æneas Æneid ancient arms Augustus Augustus Cæsar Bacchus bear bees beneath breathe cæsura called Carthage Columella Creüsa crown'd Daphnis death deep Dido divine earth Eclogue Eneas Eneid ev'ry eyes fame fate father fear fire flame flocks flood flow'r foes fruit Georgics give goddess gods golden Grecian grove heav'n herds hero Homer honour imitate Italy Jove Julius Cæsar Juno Jupiter king labour land leaves light Lille lordship Mantua Martyn mead Mopsus mountain night numbers nymphs o'er Ovid plain plants Pliny plough poem poet poetry Pollio pow'r praise Priam queen race rise Roman Rome round sacred Segrais shade shepherds shore sire skies soil song spread spring Stawell steed strain streams swain sweet swell tempests thee Theocritus Thessaly thou Thrace Tityrus toil tow'rs translation trees Trojan Troy Turnus Tyrian verse vines Virgil wave whence wild winds wine wood words wound
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Side 143 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Side 133 - Ha, Ha!" And he smelleth the battle afar off, The thunder of the captains, and the shouting.
Side 216 - O could I flow like thee ! and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme ; Though deep yet clear, though gentle yet not dull ; Strong without rage, without o'erflowing full.
Side 157 - Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freak'd with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head And every flower that sad embroidery wears : Bid Amaranthus all his beauty shed, And daffodillies fill their cups with tears, To strew the laureat hearse where Lycid lies.
Side 220 - ... of two pounds per annum in Parnassus, and therefore are not privileged to poll*. Their authors are of the same level, fit to represent them on a mountebank's stage, or to be masters of the ceremonies in a bear-garden : yet these are they who have the most admirers. But it often happens, to their mortification, that as their readers improve their stock of sense (as they may by reading better books, and by conversation with men of judgment) they soon forsake them.
Side 202 - I made no such bargain with you at our marriage, to live always drudging on at Carthage : my business was Italy ; and I never made a secret of it. If I took my pleasure, had not you your share of it ? I leave you free, at my departure, to , comfort yourself with the next stranger who happens to be shipwrecked on your coast.
Side 223 - 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 261 - ALL were attentive to the godlike man, When from his lofty couch he thus began— ' Great queen, what you command me to relate, Renews the sad remembrance of our fate...
Side 269 - His holy fillets the blue venom blots; His roaring fills the flitting air around. Thus, when an ox receives a glancing wound, He breaks his bands, the fatal altar flies, And with loud bellowings breaks the yielding skies. Their tasks perform'd, the serpents quit their prey, And to the tow'r of Pallas make their way: Couch'd at her feet, they lie protected there By her large buckler and protended spear. Amazement seizes all; the gen'ral cry Proclaims Laocoon justly doom'd to die, Whose hand the will...
Side 234 - And make thee father of a happy line." To this the god: " 'Tis yours, O queen, to will The work which duty binds me to fulfil. These airy kingdoms, and this wide command, Are all the presents of your bounteous hand: Yours is my sov'reign's grace; and, as your guest, I sit with gods at their celestial feast; Raise tempests at your pleasure, or subdue; Dispose of empire, which I hold from you.