Fables Antient and Modern: Translated Into Verse from Homer, Ovid, Boccace, and Chaucer: with Original PoemsJ. Tonson, 1713 - 550 pages |
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... Wounds of Fortune seem not inflicted on them , but on your self . You are so ready to redress , that you almost prevent their Wishes , and always exceed their Expectations : As if what was yours , was not your own , and not given you to ...
... Wounds of Fortune seem not inflicted on them , but on your self . You are so ready to redress , that you almost prevent their Wishes , and always exceed their Expectations : As if what was yours , was not your own , and not given you to ...
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... Wound ; Nor well alive , nor wholly dead they were , But fome faint Signs of feeble Life appear : The wandring Breath was on the Wing to part , Weak was the Pulse , and hardly heav'd the Heart . These two were Sisters Sons ; and Arcite ...
... Wound ; Nor well alive , nor wholly dead they were , But fome faint Signs of feeble Life appear : The wandring Breath was on the Wing to part , Weak was the Pulse , and hardly heav'd the Heart . These two were Sisters Sons ; and Arcite ...
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... Wound , Whom , like Acteon , unaware I found . Look how she walks along yon shady Space , Not Juno moves with more Majestick Grace ; And all the Cyprian Queen is in her Face . } If thou art Venus , ( for thy Charms confefs That Face was ...
... Wound , Whom , like Acteon , unaware I found . Look how she walks along yon shady Space , Not Juno moves with more Majestick Grace ; And all the Cyprian Queen is in her Face . } If thou art Venus , ( for thy Charms confefs That Face was ...
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... Wound : So that if Palamon were wounded fore , Arcite was hurt as much as he , or more : Then from his inmost Soul he sigh'd , and faid , The Beauty I behold has struck me dead : Unknowingly she strikes ; and kills by Chance ; Poyfon is ...
... Wound : So that if Palamon were wounded fore , Arcite was hurt as much as he , or more : Then from his inmost Soul he sigh'd , and faid , The Beauty I behold has struck me dead : Unknowingly she strikes ; and kills by Chance ; Poyfon is ...
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... wound ; ' till both were bath'd in And not a Foot of Ground had either got , [ Blood ; As if the World depended on the Spot , Fell Arcite like an angry Tyger far'd , And like a Lion Palamon appear'd : Or as two Boars whom Love to Battel ...
... wound ; ' till both were bath'd in And not a Foot of Ground had either got , [ Blood ; As if the World depended on the Spot , Fell Arcite like an angry Tyger far'd , And like a Lion Palamon appear'd : Or as two Boars whom Love to Battel ...
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Ajax Arcite Arms Baucis and Philemon becauſe beſt betwixt bleſs'd Blood Breaſt call'd caſt Cauſe ceaſe Chanticleer Chaucer Cinyras cloſe cou'd cry'd Cymon Dame Death Defire deſcend deſerve deſign'd ERSITY ev'n ev'ry Eyes faid fair Fame Fate fear felf Fight firſt flain Flames Flow'rs fome foon forc'd fuch Grace Hand Heart Heav'n HIGAN Honour Houſe join'd Jove juſt King Knight laſt leaſt leſs liv'd loft look'd loſe lov'd Love Maid MICHIG Mind moſt muſt o'er Ovid Palamon paſs paſs'd paſt plac'd pleas'd pleaſe Pleaſure Pow'r Praiſe Pray'r prepar'd preſent purſu'd purſue rais'd Reaſon Reſolv'd reſt riſing roſe ſaid ſame ſay ſcarce ſecond ſecret ſecure ſee ſeem'd ſeems ſeen ſelf Senſe ſent ſet ſhall ſhare ſhe ſhort ſhould ſhun ſince Sire ſome Soul ſpeak ſpoke ſpread ſtand ſtill ſtood ſtrong ſuch ſweet thee theſe Theseus thoſe thou turn'd Twas UNIVE uſe whoſe Wife wou'd
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Page 368 - 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 366 - 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 365 - 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 367 - 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 361 - 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 501 - 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...