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. ...

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T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, 1798
 

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Page 174 - 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 60 - 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 71 - As o'er our head The fiend dissolved, an empty shadow, fled ; So may his curses by the winds of heaven Far o'er the deep, their idle sport, be driven ! With sacred horror thrill'd, Melinda's lord* Held up the eager hand, and caught the word : Oh wondrous faith of ancient days...
Page 62 - And thwart our way with sullen aspect lour'd : An earthly paleness o'er his cheeks was spread, Erect uprose his hairs of wither'd red ; .Writhing to speak, his sable lips disclose, Sharp and disjoin'd, his gnashing teeth's blue rows ; His haggard beard flow'd quivering on the wind, Revenge and horror in his mien combined...
Page 62 - 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 cavern'd shore With hollow groan repeats the tempest's roar.
Page 172 - On the wild fhore all friendlefs, hopelefs, thrown ; My life, like Judah's heaven-doom'd king of " yore, By miracle prolong'd...
Page 71 - 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...
Page 151 - Eramins dipped a large wick of cotton in fome ghee, and gave it ready lighted into her hand, and led her to the open fide of the arbour ; there all the Bramins fell at her feet — after...
Page 35 - Through howling tempefts, and through gulphs untry'd, " O ! mighty God ! be thou our watchful guide.
Page 160 - Plac'd in their ranks, their godlike grandsires stood; Old 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.

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