The Works of the English Poets: AddisonH. Hughs, 1779 |
Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Æneid arms atque behold blaſted blood boſom bright Britiſh Cadmus Cæfar caſt Cato Cato's cauſe charms courſe death DECIUS deſcription diſtant eaſe Ev'n eyes faid falſe fame fate father fecret fide fight fire firſt fome forrows foul friends friendſhip fubject fucceſs fuch Georgic gods griefs haſte heart heaven itſelf Jove JUBA juſt laſt loſt LUCIA LUCIUS maid MARCIA MARCUS mighty moſt Muſe muſt numbers Numidian nunc nymph o'er Ovid paffions Pentheus pleaſing pleaſure Poet PORTIUS praiſe prince rage raiſe reſt rife riſe Roman Rome ſays ſcenes ſee ſeen SEMPRONIUS ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſhow ſkies ſky ſmiles ſome ſpeak ſpeech ſpoke ſpread ſpring ſtand ſtars ſtate ſteeds ſtill ſtood ſtorm ſtory ſtrains ſtreams ſtrength ſtroke ſuch ſwell ſword SYPHAX tears thee theſe thoſe thou thoughts thunder verſe view'd Virgil virgin virtue waſte Whilft whoſe winds youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 326 - I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.\ Thus am I doubly arm'd ; my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me.
Σελίδα 221 - Ten thousand thousand precious gifts My daily thanks employ ; Nor is the least a cheerful heart, That tastes those gifts with joy.
Σελίδα 325 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Σελίδα 98 - Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
Σελίδα 333 - Lucius, art thou here ? — thou art too good ! — Let this our friendship live between our children; Make Portius .happy in thy daughter Lucia. Alas! poor man, he weeps! — Marcia, my daughter — — O bend me forward ! — Juba loves thee, Marcia.
Σελίδα 270 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Σελίδα 200 - This is wonderfully diverting to the understanding: thus to receive a precept that enters, as it were, through a by-way, and to apprehend an idea that draws a whole train after it.
Σελίδα 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Σελίδα 247 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already...
Σελίδα 151 - Who now appear'd but one continued wound. With dropping tears his bitter fate he moans, And fills the mountain with his dying groans. His servants with a piteous look he spies, And turns about his supplicating eyes.