The Lusiad: Or, the Discovery of India. An Epic Poem. Translated from the Original Portuguese of Luis de Camoëns. By William Julius Mickle. In Two Volumes. ...T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, 1798 |
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... faith , their love deny , And , while their country finks , ignobly fly ! Ye timorous herd , are ye the genuine line Of those illustrious fhades , whofe rage divine Beneath great Henry's ftandards awed the foe , For whom ye tremble ...
... faith , their love deny , And , while their country finks , ignobly fly ! Ye timorous herd , are ye the genuine line Of those illustrious fhades , whofe rage divine Beneath great Henry's ftandards awed the foe , For whom ye tremble ...
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... faith renounced by you , My native land unconquer'd shall remain , And all my monarch's foes fhall heap the plain . The hero paufed - ' Twas thus the youth of Rome , The trembling few who ' fcaped the bloody doom That dy'd with ...
... faith renounced by you , My native land unconquer'd shall remain , And all my monarch's foes fhall heap the plain . The hero paufed - ' Twas thus the youth of Rome , The trembling few who ' fcaped the bloody doom That dy'd with ...
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... faith , my good friend , it is better that he fhould do fo to himself " than to us ; the man who thus plucks his own beard , would be much " better pleased to do so to others . " The writer of this letter , though a prelate , fought at ...
... faith , my good friend , it is better that he fhould do fo to himself " than to us ; the man who thus plucks his own beard , would be much " better pleased to do so to others . " The writer of this letter , though a prelate , fought at ...
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... faith's most folemn rite we join , Our peace with heaven the bread of peace confirms , And meek contrition every bofom warms : Sudden the lights extinguish'd , all around Dread filence reigns , and midnight gloom profound ; D 2 A facred ...
... faith's most folemn rite we join , Our peace with heaven the bread of peace confirms , And meek contrition every bofom warms : Sudden the lights extinguish'd , all around Dread filence reigns , and midnight gloom profound ; D 2 A facred ...
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... faith inspire To fpread its mandates , thy avow'd defire ? Behold the Hagarene in armour ftands , Treads on thy borders , and the foe demands : A thousand cities own his lordly fway , A thousand various fhores his nod obey . ' Through ...
... faith inspire To fpread its mandates , thy avow'd defire ? Behold the Hagarene in armour ftands , Treads on thy borders , and the foe demands : A thousand cities own his lordly fway , A thousand various fhores his nod obey . ' Through ...
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Æneid againſt almoſt alſo ancient behold Beneath blaze boaſt bofom bold Brahma Brahmins brave breaſt Caftera Camoëns Ceuta Chineſe Chriftian cryſtal dæmon defcription defire diſplay divine dread eaſtern eſteemed eyes fable facred faid fame Faria fate fays feems fent feven fhade fhall fhining fhore fide fierce filver fire firſt flain fleet fome foon ftill fuch fwell fword Gama Gentoos goddeſs greateſt heaven heroes himſelf hiſtory Holwell holy Homer honour Iliad India inſpired iſland Ixora king laſt loft Lufian moft monarch Moors moſt muſt Nereids nymphs o'er obferved paffion paſt philofophers poem poet Portugal Portugueſe prefent prieſts prince proud purpoſe purſue rage raiſed rife roſe ſays ſhade Shaftah ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmiling ſome ſpirit ſpread ſtands ſtate ſtill tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou thouſand toils tranſlator tranſport trembling Virgil Voltaire waves whofe whoſe worſhip
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Page 169 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed today, to be put back tomorrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Page 53 - Leader ! the terms we sent were terms of weight, Of hard contents, and full of force urg'd home ^ Such as we might perceive amus'd them all, And stumbled many; Who receives them right, Had need from head to foot well understand; Not understood, this gift they have besides, They show us when our foes walk not upright.
Page 167 - Now blest with all the wealth fond hope could crave, Soon I beheld that wealth beneath the wave For ever lost ; myself escaped alone, On the wild shore all friendless, hopeless, thrown ; My life, like Judah's heaven-doom'd king of yore, By miracle prolong'd...
Page 58 - And I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud: and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire: And he had in his hand a little book open: and he set his right foot upon the sea, and his left foot on the earth, And cried with a loud voice, as when a lion roareth: and when he had cried, seven thunders uttered their voices.
Page 266 - And, rapid as it runs, the single spokes are lost. The gazing multitudes admire around : Two active tumblers in the centre bound ; Now high, now low, their pliant limbs they bend : And general songs the sprightly revel end.
Page 146 - She then divested herself of her bracelets and other ornaments, and tied them in a cloth which hung like an apron before her, and was conducted by her female relations to one corner of the pile. On the pile was an arched arbour, formed of dry sticks, boughs, and leaves, open only at one end to admit her entrance.
Page 155 - Saturn with his crooked scythe on high, And Italus that led the colony, And ancient Janus, with his double face And bunch of keys, the porter of the place. There stood Sabinus, planter of the vines, On a short pruning-hook his head reclines, And studiously surveys his generous wines.
Page 55 - The inward anguish of his soul declared. His red eyes, glowing from their dusky caves, Shot livid fires. Far echoing o'er the waves, His voice resounded, as the caverned shore With hollow groan repeats the tempest's roar.
Page 57 - The loud report through Libyan cities goes. Fame, the great ill, from small beginnings grows — Swift from the first ; and every moment brings New vigour to her flights, new pinions to her wings.
Page 64 - And oft the wandering swain has heard his moan. While o'er the wave the clouded moon appears To hide her weeping face, his voice he rears O'er the wild storm. Deep in the days of yore A holy pilgrim trod the nightly...