Virgil in English Rhythm: With Illustrations from the British Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper |
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... speak , Whispers the o'er fraught heart , and bids it break . " 21 . Macbeth , iv . 3 . " Unkindness , do thy office ! poor heart , break ! Those are the killing griefs , which dare not speak . " Webster , Vittoria Corombona , ii . 1 ...
... speak , Whispers the o'er fraught heart , and bids it break . " 21 . Macbeth , iv . 3 . " Unkindness , do thy office ! poor heart , break ! Those are the killing griefs , which dare not speak . " Webster , Vittoria Corombona , ii . 1 ...
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... speaks of Cam " footing slow , " with " his bonnet - sedge , Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower , inscribed with woe . " And Young more directly , Night iii . 271 , 2 : " As poets feign'd from Ajax ...
... speaks of Cam " footing slow , " with " his bonnet - sedge , Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower , inscribed with woe . " And Young more directly , Night iii . 271 , 2 : " As poets feign'd from Ajax ...
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... speaks the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony . " 46. But whether liquidus means here " flowing , " or " transparent , " or " unmingled , " it is not easy to see . 63. " Or that same daintie lad , which was so ...
... speaks the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony . " 46. But whether liquidus means here " flowing , " or " transparent , " or " unmingled , " it is not easy to see . 63. " Or that same daintie lad , which was so ...
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... speak , hath ever ; ever doth he hear the first , Who suffered not that reeds should idle [ rest ] . Begin with me , my pipe , Mænalian strains . " Laurel is a victor's due ! 18 . I give it you , I give it you ; Thy name with praise ...
... speak , hath ever ; ever doth he hear the first , Who suffered not that reeds should idle [ rest ] . Begin with me , my pipe , Mænalian strains . " Laurel is a victor's due ! 18 . I give it you , I give it you ; Thy name with praise ...
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... speaks similarly of his de- votion to the king : Shakespeare , Hen . VIII . iii . 2 : My loyalty , Which ever has , and ever shall be growing , Till death , that winter , kill it . " 99. Cowley says the same of the yew : " Beneath a ...
... speaks similarly of his de- votion to the king : Shakespeare , Hen . VIII . iii . 2 : My loyalty , Which ever has , and ever shall be growing , Till death , that winter , kill it . " 99. Cowley says the same of the yew : " Beneath a ...
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Æneas alike altars Anchises arms Ascanius bear Beaumont and Fletcher behold Ben Jonson beneath birds blaze blood bosom breast breath brows clouds coursers Dardan darts death deep Dido dost doth dread Dryden e'en earth eyes Faerie Queene Faithful Shepherdess falchion fates fear fire flames Fletcher flies flock flood gales goddess gods gold groan grove hast hath head heart heaven hero Iulus Jove Juno Juturna king land Latin Latium light lofty maid Massinger Messapus Mezentius mighty Milton Mnestheus neath night Nymphs o'er Pallas plain pow'r Priam queen race rage right hand rocks round Rutuli Rutulian shades Shakespeare shalt shores sire sleep sooth soul speaks spear Spenser spring stand stars steeds stood storm stream sweet sword tears Teucri thee thine thou thro toil Trojans Troy Turnus voice walls waves whither winds wings woods words wound youth
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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...