Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original Poems |
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... ev'ry Day , Because we know not for what Things to pray . Like drunken Sots about the Streets we roam ; Well knows the Sot he has a certain Home ; Yet knows not how to find th ' uncertain Place , And blunders on , and ftaggers ev'ry ...
... ev'ry Day , Because we know not for what Things to pray . Like drunken Sots about the Streets we roam ; Well knows the Sot he has a certain Home ; Yet knows not how to find th ' uncertain Place , And blunders on , and ftaggers ev'ry ...
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... ev'ry Limb , and felt a Smart , As if cold Steel had glided through his Heart Nor longer staid , but starting from his Place , Discover'd flood , and fhew'd his hoftile Face : Falfe Traitor Arcite , Traitor to thy Blood , Bound by thy ...
... ev'ry Limb , and felt a Smart , As if cold Steel had glided through his Heart Nor longer staid , but starting from his Place , Discover'd flood , and fhew'd his hoftile Face : Falfe Traitor Arcite , Traitor to thy Blood , Bound by thy ...
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... ev'ry Part ; [ Heart . The Veins pour back the Blood , and fortifie the Thus pale they meet ; their Eyes with Fury burn ; None greets ; for none the Greeting will return : But in dumb Surliness , each arm'd with Care His Foe profeft ...
... ev'ry Part ; [ Heart . The Veins pour back the Blood , and fortifie the Thus pale they meet ; their Eyes with Fury burn ; None greets ; for none the Greeting will return : But in dumb Surliness , each arm'd with Care His Foe profeft ...
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... ev'ry Lady's Mind , [ Kind , They left their Steeds , and proftrate on the Place , From the fierce King , implor'd th ' Offenders Grace . He paus❜d a while , stood filent in his Mood , ( For yet , his Rage was boiling in his Blood ) ...
... ev'ry Lady's Mind , [ Kind , They left their Steeds , and proftrate on the Place , From the fierce King , implor'd th ' Offenders Grace . He paus❜d a while , stood filent in his Mood , ( For yet , his Rage was boiling in his Blood ) ...
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... ev'ry Day , [ Pains : Lo their Obedience , and their Monarch's Pay : Yet , as in Duty bound , they serve him on , And ask the Fools , they think it wifely done : Nor Ease , nor Wealth , nor Life it felf regard , For ' tis their Maxim ...
... ev'ry Day , [ Pains : Lo their Obedience , and their Monarch's Pay : Yet , as in Duty bound , they serve him on , And ask the Fools , they think it wifely done : Nor Ease , nor Wealth , nor Life it felf regard , For ' tis their Maxim ...
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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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Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...