Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original Poems |
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... Blood it coft The Female Army , and th ' Athenian Host ; The Spoufals of Hippolita the Queen ; What Tilts and Turneys at the Feast were feen ; The Storm at their Return , the Ladies Fear : But these , and other Things , I must forbear ...
... Blood it coft The Female Army , and th ' Athenian Host ; The Spoufals of Hippolita the Queen ; What Tilts and Turneys at the Feast were feen ; The Storm at their Return , the Ladies Fear : But these , and other Things , I must forbear ...
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... Blood they feem'd , Whom Kinsmen to the Crown the Heralds deem'd ; That Day in equal Arms they fought for Fame ; Their Swords , their Shields , their Surcoats were the fame . Close by each other laid they prefs'd the Ground , Their ...
... Blood they feem'd , Whom Kinsmen to the Crown the Heralds deem'd ; That Day in equal Arms they fought for Fame ; Their Swords , their Shields , their Surcoats were the fame . Close by each other laid they prefs'd the Ground , Their ...
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... Soul , And his Face kindled like a burning Coal : Now cold Defpair , fucceeding in her stead , To livid Paleness turns the glowing Red , His Blood scarce Liquid , creeps within his Veins , 22 BOOK I. Palamon and Arcite : Or ,
... Soul , And his Face kindled like a burning Coal : Now cold Defpair , fucceeding in her stead , To livid Paleness turns the glowing Red , His Blood scarce Liquid , creeps within his Veins , 22 BOOK I. Palamon and Arcite : Or ,
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... Blood scarce Liquid , creeps within his Veins , Like Water which the freezing Wind constrains . Then thus he faid ; Eternal Deities , Who rule the World with abfolute Decrees , And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With Pens of ...
... Blood scarce Liquid , creeps within his Veins , Like Water which the freezing Wind constrains . Then thus he faid ; Eternal Deities , Who rule the World with abfolute Decrees , And write whatever Time shall bring to pass With Pens of ...
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... Queen purfue our Race ? Cadmus is dead , the Theban City was : Yet ceases not her Hate : For all who come From Cadmus are involv'd in Cadmus ' Doom . I fuffer for my Blood : Unjust Decree ! That 34 Palamon and Arcite : Or , Book II .
... Queen purfue our Race ? Cadmus is dead , the Theban City was : Yet ceases not her Hate : For all who come From Cadmus are involv'd in Cadmus ' Doom . I fuffer for my Blood : Unjust Decree ! That 34 Palamon and Arcite : Or , Book II .
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againſt Ajax Arcite Arms Baucis and Philemon becauſe beſt betwixt Blood Breaſt caft call'd Cauſe Ceyx Chaucer CHIG Cinyras cloſe cou'd cry'd Cymon Dame Death defcended Defire Eaſe Ev'n ev'ry Eyes facred fafe faid fair fame Fate Fear Feaſt fecret feem'd felf fent fhall fhou'd Fight fince firft firſt flain Flames Flow'rs fome foon forc'd fought ftill fuch Goddeſs Grace Hand Heart Heav'n himſelf Honour Houſe join'd Jove King Knight laft laſt leaſt lefs liv'd loft look'd lov'd Love Maid Mind moſt muſt Myrrha o'er Ovid Palamon plac'd pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r prepar'd preſent Prieſt Prince Publick purfu'd purſue Queen rais'd Reaſon refolv'd reft reſt rifing ſaid ſcarce ſeen ſelf Senfe ſhall ſhe Sire Soul ſpoke ſpread ſtill ſtood Tears Thebes thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou thought turn'd Twas whofe whoſe Wife Wiſhes wou'd
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Page 374 - At last divine Cecilia came, Inventress of the vocal frame ; The sweet enthusiast, from her sacred store, Enlarged the former narrow bounds, And added length to solemn sounds, With nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before. Let old Timotheus yield the prize, Or both divide the crown ; He raised a mortal to the skies ; She drew an angel down.
Page 372 - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the furies arise ! See the snakes that they rear, How they hiss in their hair ! And the sparkles that flash from their eyes ! Behold a ghastly band, Each a torch in his hand...
Page 371 - War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble; Never ending, still beginning, Fighting still, and still destroying; If the world be worth thy winning, Think, O think it worth enjoying! Lovely Thais sits beside thee, Take the good the gods provide thee!
Page 89 - Bade cease the war ; pronouncing from on high, Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily. The sound of trumpets to the voice replied, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride.
Page 373 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 367 - None but the brave, None but the brave, None but the brave deserves the fair. Timotheus, plac'd on high Amid the tuneful quire, With flying fingers touch'd the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire.
Page 170 - Such as it is, the' offence is all my own ; And what to Guiscard is already done, Or to be done, is doom'd by thy decree, That, if not executed first by thee, Shall on my person be perform'd by me.
Page 507 - Nothing reserved or sullen was to see; But sweet regards, and pleasing sanctity: Mild was his accent, and his action free. With eloquence innate his tongue was arm'd; Though harsh the precept, yet the preacher charm'd. For letting down the golden chain from high, He drew his audience upward to the sky...