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Σελίδα 61 - Your piety has paid All needful rites, to rest my wand'ring shade; But cruel fate, and my more cruel wife, To Grecian swords betray'd my sleeping life. These are the monuments of Helen's love: The shame I bear below, the marks I bore above. You know in what deluding joys we pass'd The night that was by Heav'n decreed our last: For, when the fatal horse, descending down, Pregnant with arms, o'erwhelm'd th...
Σελίδα 66 - Look, where he comes ! Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Σελίδα 61 - His blotted form, and blushing to be known; And therefore first began: "O Teucer's race, Who durst thy faultless figure thus deface? What heart could wish, what hand inflict, this dire disgrace?
Σελίδα 61 - Whose face and limbs were one continued wound: Dishonest, with lopp'd arms, the youth appears, Spoil'd of his nose, and shorten'd of his ears. He scarcely knew him, striving to disown His blotted form, and blushing to be known; And therefore first began: "O Teucer's race, Who durst thy faultless figure thus deface?
Σελίδα 5 - ... fond bosom as the icy plain : But to chaste love some god protection gives, Troy lies in ashes, and my husband lives. The Greeks return, at blazing altars bend, Barbaric spoils to Grecian gods suspend...
Σελίδα 15 - I remember where a poplar stands, That bears a record graven by your hands; Live poplar thou upon the margin green, Thou, on whose rugged bark these lines are seen ; 'When Paris bears CEnone to forsake, Back to his fountain head shall Xanthus make j Haste back, O Xanthns, and ye waters turn, Paris has left the widow'd nymph to mourn.
Σελίδα 14 - Who shew'd you thickets fittest for the chace, To craggy dens the savage brood to trace ? Oft by your side your meshy toils I rear'd, ' Oft o'er the mountain tops your dogs I cheer'd. You bade the wounded beech a word retain Read, and rever'd by every passing swain; As the trunk grows, still grows...