New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets and Poetical Translators, Τόμος 6C. and C. Whittingham, 1824 |
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Admetus Æneas Armida arms AUSONIUS beam beauteous behold bend beneath bird bless'd bliss bloom blushing bosom boughs breast breath bright brow charms Cocytus coursers crown'd dark dart dear death deep delight doom'd dread e'en earth eyes fade fair falchion fate fear fire fix'd flame flowers fond gale gaze glow gods gold golden grace grief hand hast heart heaven hour Jove LATIN Lausus LEONIDAS OF TARENTUM light limbs lips maid MELEAGER Mezentius mighty mourn ne'er night nymph o'er pain pale pass'd PAUL THE SILENTIARY Phlegethon plain press'd pride rage repose rest Rhadamanthus Rodomont roll'd rose round seem'd shade shining shore sighs silvan Simoïs sire SIRMIO skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring steeds stream sweet Tartarus tears tempest thee thine thou toil trembling vermil voice waves wild wildgrave winds wound wretched youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 12 - My soul impels me to the' embattled plains ; Let me be foremost to defend the throne, And guard my father's glories and my own. ' Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates; (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates !) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bfend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Σελίδα 260 - To horse, to horse ! halloo, halloo ! His fiery courser snuffs the morn, And thronging serfs their lord pursue. The eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake ; While answering hound, and horn, and steed, The mountain echoes startling wake. The beams of God's own hallow'd day Had painted yonder spire with gold, And, calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had toll'd...
Σελίδα 202 - Require the borrow'd gloss of art ? Speak not of fate : ah ! change the theme, And talk of odours, talk of wine, Talk of the flowers that round us bloom : 'Tis all a cloud, 'tis all a dream ; To love and joy thy thoughts confine, Nor hope to pierce the sacred gloom.
Σελίδα 12 - Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee: Alas! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall, Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share: Oh, prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon...
Σελίδα 36 - Visits each plant, and waters all the ground: While that in pipes beneath the palace flows, And thence its current on the town bestows; To various use their various streams they bring, The People one, and one supplies the King.
Σελίδα 27 - Think each office paid, Whate'er can rest a discontented shade ; But grant one last embrace, unhappy boy! Afford at least that melancholy joy.
Σελίδα 26 - He spoke : they hear him, and the word obey ; The rage of hunger and of thirst allay, Then ease in sleep the labours of the day. But great Pelides...
Σελίδα 73 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung.
Σελίδα 6 - He hides the hero with his mighty shade, And threats aloud ! the Greeks with longing eyes Behold at distance, but forbear the prize. Then fierce Tydides stoops ; and from the fields Heaved with vast force, a rocky fragment wields. Not two strong men the...
Σελίδα 72 - O mother ! — I am wounded through I die with pain— in sooth I do ! Stung by some little angry thing, Some serpent on a tiny wing — A bee it was — for once, I know, I heard a rustic call it so.