Virgil in English Rhythm: With Illustrations from the British Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper |
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... toil and pain , He causeless seized , and , with ungrateful spite , Bestowed upon a less deserving swain : The cost and labour mine , his all the gain . " P. Fletcher , Ecl . ii . 7 . " So many new - born flies his light gave life to ...
... toil and pain , He causeless seized , and , with ungrateful spite , Bestowed upon a less deserving swain : The cost and labour mine , his all the gain . " P. Fletcher , Ecl . ii . 7 . " So many new - born flies his light gave life to ...
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... toils their craft for harts , devise : Benignant Daphnis loves repose . The mounts Themselves , unshorn , in gladness to the stars 80 very Fling forth their voices ; now the cliffs , description of the " Bower of Bliss : " Faerie Queene ...
... toils their craft for harts , devise : Benignant Daphnis loves repose . The mounts Themselves , unshorn , in gladness to the stars 80 very Fling forth their voices ; now the cliffs , description of the " Bower of Bliss : " Faerie Queene ...
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... toils , another gets the wealth . " Middleton , More Dissemblers besides Women , iii . 2 . | In woe , since chance is shifting all , do we These kids to him — no luck go with them ! -send . Ly . I sooth had surely heard , that where the ...
... toils , another gets the wealth . " Middleton , More Dissemblers besides Women , iii . 2 . | In woe , since chance is shifting all , do we These kids to him — no luck go with them ! -send . Ly . I sooth had surely heard , that where the ...
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... toils at scorching noon , In mowing meadows , and in reaping fields , At night she will but crown me with a smile . " Lee , Theodosius , i . 1 . And had been either guardian of your flock , Or vintager of your enripened bunch ! Of ...
... toils at scorching noon , In mowing meadows , and in reaping fields , At night she will but crown me with a smile . " Lee , Theodosius , i . 1 . And had been either guardian of your flock , Or vintager of your enripened bunch ! Of ...
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... toil Is easy only be thou not ashamed To glut the sapless mould with ordure rich , Nor over thy exhausted grounds to toss The ash unclean . Thus , too , by change of 114 . crops Ben Jonson has " ash " in the singular : " Put it out ...
... toil Is easy only be thou not ashamed To glut the sapless mould with ordure rich , Nor over thy exhausted grounds to toss The ash unclean . Thus , too , by change of 114 . crops Ben Jonson has " ash " in the singular : " Put it out ...
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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...