 | Virgil - 1909 - 492 pages
...from far, like bluish mists, descry The hills, and then the plains, of Italy. Achates first pronounc'd the joyful sound; Then, 'Italy!' the cheerful crew rebound. My sire Anchises crown'da cup with wine, And, off'ring, thus implor'd the pow'rs divine: 'Ye gods, presiding over lands... | |
 | John Dryden - 1909 - 1112 pages
...from far, like bluish mists, descry The hills, and then the plains, of Italy. Achates first pronounc'd the joyful sound; Then, ' Italy ! ' the cheerful crew rebound. My sire Anchises crown'da cup with wine, And, off'ring, thus implor'd the pow'rs divine: ' Ye gods, presiding over lands... | |
 | Virgil - 1997 - 434 pages
...now the rising morn with rosy light Adorns the skies, and puts the stars to flight; When we from far, like bluish mists, descry The hills, and then the...powers divine: "Ye gods, presiding over lands and seas, 690 And you, who raging winds and waves appease, Breathe on our swelling sails a prosperous wind, And... | |
 | Virgil - 1997 - 476 pages
...rebound. My Sire Anchises crown'da Cup with Wine: And oflf'ring, thus implor'd the Pow'rs Divine. 690 Ye Gods, presiding over Lands and Seas, And you who raging Winds and Waves appease, Breath on our swelling Sails a prosp'rous Wind: And smooth our Passage to the Port assign'd. The gentle... | |
 | William Galvani - 1999 - 236 pages
...storm arose. The sailors subsequently threw him into the sea and he was swallowed by a great fish. Ye gods, presiding over lands and seas, And you who...and waves appease, Breathe on our swelling sails a prosp'rous wind, And smooth our passage to the port assign'd. VIRGIL from the Aeneid. Prayer of Anchises,... | |
 | Peter H. Spectre - 2007 - 114 pages
...nautical miles I mile = 1/60 of a degree degree = 1 marine league Me gods, presiding over lands and sea, And you who raging winds and waves appease, Breathe on our swelling sails a prosp 'rous wind, And smooth our passage to the port assign'd. SEA DISTANCES (IN NAUTICAL New York... | |
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Forsake the pleasing shore, and plough the deep. And now the rising morn with rosy light Adorns the skies, and puts the stars to flight; When we from far, like bluish mists, descry The hills, and then the plains, of Italy. Achates first pronounced the... 
