Virgil in English Rhythm: With Illustrations from the British Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper |
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... streams and hallowed springs , Shalt snatch the shady cool . On hither side , The hedge , which at th ' adjoining boundary Hath aye its willow - blossom made a feast By bees of Hybla , oft shall thee entice " If I were not in love with ...
... streams and hallowed springs , Shalt snatch the shady cool . On hither side , The hedge , which at th ' adjoining boundary Hath aye its willow - blossom made a feast By bees of Hybla , oft shall thee entice " If I were not in love with ...
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... 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 fair reveal How cold , how hard she is . " Sight of a Gentlewoman's face in ...
... 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 fair reveal How cold , how hard she is . " Sight of a Gentlewoman's face in ...
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... stream For him , and prickly brier spikenard yield ! Men . Who Bavius hateth not - that he may love 130 Thy verses , Mævius ! and may he , the same , Put foxes in the yoke , and milk he - goats ! Dam . Ye , who cull flow'rs , and straw ...
... stream For him , and prickly brier spikenard yield ! Men . Who Bavius hateth not - that he may love 130 Thy verses , Mævius ! and may he , the same , Put foxes in the yoke , and milk he - goats ! Dam . Ye , who cull flow'rs , and straw ...
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... streaming blood Arose , with grief inscribed , a mournful flower . " 160 , 161. Or , if this be considered too free a version , the passage may be more literally rendered thus : And whosoe'er may either dread sweet loves , Or may the ...
... streaming blood Arose , with grief inscribed , a mournful flower . " 160 , 161. Or , if this be considered too free a version , the passage may be more literally rendered thus : And whosoe'er may either dread sweet loves , Or may the ...
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... stream dances and murmurs ! The birds sing softly too : pray , take some rest , sir . " J. Fletcher , The Pilgrim , v . 4 . " So fashioned a porch with rare device , Archt over head with an embracing vine , Whose bounches hanging downe ...
... stream dances and murmurs ! The birds sing softly too : pray , take some rest , sir . " J. Fletcher , The Pilgrim , v . 4 . " So fashioned a porch with rare device , Archt over head with an embracing vine , Whose bounches hanging downe ...
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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...