Virgil in English Rhythm: With Illustrations from the British Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper |
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... altar oft 10 A tender lambkin from our folds shall steep . He hath allowed my kine to rove at large- As thou perceivest — and myself to play What [ airs ] I list upon my rural reed . Mel . In sooth I envy not ; I marvel more : Line 3-5 ...
... altar oft 10 A tender lambkin from our folds shall steep . He hath allowed my kine to rove at large- As thou perceivest — and myself to play What [ airs ] I list upon my rural reed . Mel . In sooth I envy not ; I marvel more : Line 3-5 ...
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... altars smoke ; 66 ' Twas here to me , his suppliant , he first Vouchsafed the answer , Feed , as hitherto , Your oxen , O my swains , break in your bulls . " Mel . O blest old man , then thine thy fields shall bide ! Yea , large enough ...
... altars smoke ; 66 ' Twas here to me , his suppliant , he first Vouchsafed the answer , Feed , as hitherto , Your oxen , O my swains , break in your bulls . " Mel . O blest old man , then thine thy fields shall bide ! Yea , large enough ...
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... altars rear . No winds but lovers ' sighs blow here , To trouble these glad streams , On which no star from any sphere Did ever dart such beams . To crystal , then , in haste congeal , Lest you should lose your bliss ; And to my cruel ...
... altars rear . No winds but lovers ' sighs blow here , To trouble these glad streams , On which no star from any sphere Did ever dart such beams . To crystal , then , in haste congeal , Lest you should lose your bliss ; And to my cruel ...
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... altars high for Phoebus . Drinking- cups , A couple frothing with new milk , each year , And craters twain of ... altar in En . ii . 514 , 515 , xii . 171 , 174 . 107. Milton similarly in Par . Lost , viii . 5 : " What thanks ...
... altars high for Phoebus . Drinking- cups , A couple frothing with new milk , each year , And craters twain of ... altar in En . ii . 514 , 515 , xii . 171 , 174 . 107. Milton similarly in Par . Lost , viii . 5 : " What thanks ...
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... altars , and rich vervains burn , 90 And the male frankincense : that I may try My paramour's sound senses to derange With sorc'rous rites : naught here , but spells , there lacks . Bring home from town , my spells , bring Daphnis ...
... altars , and rich vervains burn , 90 And the male frankincense : that I may try My paramour's sound senses to derange With sorc'rous rites : naught here , but spells , there lacks . Bring home from town , my spells , bring Daphnis ...
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Page 67 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 204 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
Page 22 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war...
Page 155 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 236 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Page 270 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Page 193 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 203 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence.
Page 182 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy ; Which is as thin of substance as the air ; And more inconstant than the wind...
Page 40 - To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, A curse shall light upon the limbs of men; Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...