The Works of the English Poets: Dryden's virgilH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... Italy he is caft on feveral fhores , and meets with very furprizing adven- tures , till at length he lands on Sicily ; where his father Anchifes dies . This is the place he was fail- ing from , when the tempeft rofe , and threw him upon ...
... Italy he is caft on feveral fhores , and meets with very furprizing adven- tures , till at length he lands on Sicily ; where his father Anchifes dies . This is the place he was fail- ing from , when the tempeft rofe , and threw him upon ...
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... Italy : he is caft on feveral fhores , and meets with very furprizing adven- tures , till at length he lands on Sicily ; where his father Anchifes dies . This is the place he was fail- ing from , when the tempeft rofe , and threw him ...
... Italy : he is caft on feveral fhores , and meets with very furprizing adven- tures , till at length he lands on Sicily ; where his father Anchifes dies . This is the place he was fail- ing from , when the tempeft rofe , and threw him ...
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... Italy , for Jove denies thee Crete . Aftonith'd at their voices , and their fight , 215 220 225 ( Nor were they dreams , but vifions of the night ; 230 I faw , I knew their faces , and defcry'd In perfect view their hair with fillets ty ...
... Italy , for Jove denies thee Crete . Aftonith'd at their voices , and their fight , 215 220 225 ( Nor were they dreams , but vifions of the night ; 230 I faw , I knew their faces , and defcry'd In perfect view their hair with fillets ty ...
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... Italy , 240 245 And Latian lands : but who could then have thought That Phrygian gods to Latium should be brought ? Or who believ'd what mad Caffandra taught ? Now let us go , where Phoebus leads the way , He said , and we with glad ...
... Italy , 240 245 And Latian lands : but who could then have thought That Phrygian gods to Latium should be brought ? Or who believ'd what mad Caffandra taught ? Now let us go , where Phoebus leads the way , He said , and we with glad ...
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... Italian fhores , foredoom'd by fate : 330 Th ' Italian fhores are granted you to find , And a fafe paffage to the port affign'd . But know , that ere your promis'd walls you build , My curfes fhall feverely be fulfill'd . Fierce famine ...
... Italian fhores , foredoom'd by fate : 330 Th ' Italian fhores are granted you to find , And a fafe paffage to the port affign'd . But know , that ere your promis'd walls you build , My curfes fhall feverely be fulfill'd . Fierce famine ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Æneas Afcanius againſt altars Anchifes arms bear blood breaſt caft coaft command courfe courſe crown'd dart defcends Dido Euryalus eyes facred fafe faid fame fatal fate Faunus fear fecond fecure feek fent fhades fhall fhining fhips fhore fide fields fight fire firft firſt fix'd flain flaming fleep flew flood foes fome forc'd fought foul fpear ftands fuch fury fword ghoſt gods ground gueſt hafte hand head heaven Helenus himſelf Jove Juno king labour laft land laſt Latian Latium lefs limbs Mezentius mix'd Nifus night o'er oars paffage Pallas Phrygian plain prince promis'd purſue queen race rage reft reſt rifing rites Rutulian ſaid ſhade ſhakes ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſpear ſpoke ſpread ſtand ſtars ſtate ſtood thee thefe theſe thofe thoſe thou Thracian thrice Tiber trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tyrian vows whofe Whoſe winds wood wound youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 237 - Tagus. forc'd the way. And in the brainpan warmly buried lay. Fierce Volscens foams with rage, and, gazing round, Descried not him who gave the fatal wound, Nor knew to fix revenge: 'But thou,' he cries, 'Shalt pay for both,' and at the pris'ner flies With his drawn sword.
Seite 146 - Which thick with shades, and a brown horror, stood : Betwixt the trees the Tiber took his course, With whirlpools dimpled ; and, with downward force, That drove the sand along, he took his way, And roll'd his yellow billows to the sea. About him, and above, and round...
Seite 16 - For, gorg'd with flesh, and drunk with human wine While fast asleep the giant lay supine, Snoring aloud, and belching from his maw His indigested foam, and morsels raw; We pray; we cast the lots, and then surround...
Seite 38 - Th' offended lover and the pow'rful queen? This way, and that, he turns his anxious mind, And all expedients tries, and none can find. Fix'd on the deed, but doubtful of the means — After long thought, to this advice he leans: Three chiefs he calls, commands them to repair The fleet, and ship their men, with silent care.
Seite 112 - O'er whose unhappy waters, void of light, No bird presumes to steer his airy flight ; Such deadly stenches from the depth arise, And steaming sulphur, that infects the skies.
Seite 197 - Nor thy resistless arm the bull withstood, Nor he, the roaring terror of the wood. The triple porter of the Stygian seat, With lolling tongue, lay fawning at thy feet, And, seiz'd with fear, forgot his mangled meat.
Seite 137 - High as the Mother of the Gods in place, And proud, like her, of an immortal race. Then, when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round, With golden turrets on her temples crown'd; A hundred gods her sweeping train supply; Her offspring all, and all command the sky.
Seite 125 - Tis here, in different paths, the way divides; The right to Pluto's golden palace guides; The left to that unhappy region tends, Which to the depth of Tartarus descends ; The seat of night profound, and punish'd fiends.
Seite 168 - The churls assemble ; for the fiend who lay In the close woody covert, urg'd their way. One with a brand yet burning from the flame, Arm'd with a knotty club another came; Whate'er they catch or find, without their care, Their fury makes an instrument of war.
Seite 138 - Nysa's top descending on the plains, With curling vines around his purple reins. And doubt we yet through dangers to pursue The paths of honour, and a crown in view?