The Works of Virgil, Volume 1William Borradaile., 1825 |
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... wine , The gen'rous vintage of the Chian vine : These will I pour to thee , and make the nectar thine . In winter shall the genial feast be made Before the fire ; by summer in the shade , Damotas shall perform the rites divine ; And ...
... wine , The gen'rous vintage of the Chian vine : These will I pour to thee , and make the nectar thine . In winter shall the genial feast be made Before the fire ; by summer in the shade , Damotas shall perform the rites divine ; And ...
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... wine , and floating on the floor . 25 His empty can , with ears half worn away , Was hung on high , to boast the triumph of the day . Invaded thus , for want of better bands , His garland they unstring , and bind his hands : For , by ...
... wine , and floating on the floor . 25 His empty can , with ears half worn away , Was hung on high , to boast the triumph of the day . Invaded thus , for want of better bands , His garland they unstring , and bind his hands : For , by ...
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... wine- Ye Fauns , propitious to the rural swains , 10 Ye Nymphs that haunt the mountains and the plains , Join in my work , and to my numbers bring Your needful succour ; for your gifts I sing . And thou , whose trident struck the ...
... wine- Ye Fauns , propitious to the rural swains , 10 Ye Nymphs that haunt the mountains and the plains , Join in my work , and to my numbers bring Your needful succour ; for your gifts I sing . And thou , whose trident struck the ...
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... conspire To work by night , and rake the winter fire : " He sharpens torches in the glimm❜ring room ; She shoots the flying shuttle through the loom , 390 Or boils in kettles must of wine , and skims 74 GEORGIC 1 .
... conspire To work by night , and rake the winter fire : " He sharpens torches in the glimm❜ring room ; She shoots the flying shuttle through the loom , 390 Or boils in kettles must of wine , and skims 74 GEORGIC 1 .
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Virgil. Or boils in kettles must of wine , and skims , With leaves , the dregs that overflow the brims : And , till the watchful cock awakes the day , She sings to drive the tedious hours away . 395 But , in warm weather , when the skies ...
Virgil. Or boils in kettles must of wine , and skims , With leaves , the dregs that overflow the brims : And , till the watchful cock awakes the day , She sings to drive the tedious hours away . 395 But , in warm weather , when the skies ...
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abode Æneid altars Amyntas Anchises arms Ascanius bear behold beneath blood breast Cæsar Calchas Carthage Ceres clouds command Corydon coursers Creusa cries crown'd Daphnis death descends design'd Dido dire E'en earth ev'ry eyes fatal fate fear fields fire fix'd flame flocks flood flow'rs foes friends fruitful GEORGIC goddess gods golden Grecian ground hands haste heav'n Helenus hollow honour Jove lab'ring labour land Latian leaves length Libyan light limbs lofty LYCIDAS Mantua MENALCAS mighty mind MOPSUS mournful Muse night numbers nymphs o'er pain Phoebus plain plough pow'r pray'rs Priam promis'd purple Pyrrhus queen race rage rais'd reign rising rocks sacred sails scarce Scythian seas secret sev'ral shade sheep shepherd shore sight Simoïs sing sire skies soil song soul stood streams swain sweet tender thee thou Thracian thrice toils tow'rs trees trembling Trojan Troy Tyrian unhappy vines Virgil vows wand'ring wat'ry winds wine woods wretched youth
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Page 254 - The sheep, and all th' atoning off'rings, bring ; Sprinkling her body from the crystal spring With living drops ; then let her come ; and thou With sacred fillets bind thy hoary brow. Thus will I pay my vows to Stygian Jove, And end the cares of my disastrous love ; Then cast the Trojan image on the fire ; And, as that burns, my passion shall expire.
Page 190 - So shines, renew'd in youth, the crested snake, Who slept the winter in a thorny brake, And, casting off his slough when spring returns, Now looks aloft, and with new glory burns...
Page 15 - Pan taught to join with wax unequal reeds ; Pan loves the shepherds, and their flocks he feeds. Nor scorn the pipe: Amyntas. to be taught. With all his kisses would my skill have bought. Of seven smooth joints, a mellow pipe I have, 45 Which, with his dying breath, Damretas gave, And said, " this, Corydon, I leave to thee ; For only thou deserv'st it after me.
Page 253 - Oppress'd with numbers in th' unequal field, His men discourag'd, and himself expell'd, Let him for succour sue from place to place, Torn from his subjects, and his son's embrace. First let him see his friends in battle slain, And their untimely fate lament in vain: And when, at length, the cruel war shall cease, On hard conditions may he buy his peace: Nor let him then enjoy supreme command; But fall, untimely, by some hostile hand, And lie unbury'd on the barren sand!
Page 92 - Happy the man, who, studying nature's laws, Through known effects can trace the secret cause — His mind possessing in a quiet state, Fearless of Fortune, and resigned to Fate!
Page 196 - She said, and swiftly vanish'd from my sight, Obscure in clouds and gloomy shades of night. I look'd, I listen'd; dreadful sounds I hear; And the dire forms of hostile gods appear. Troy sunk in flames I saw (nor could prevent), And Ilium from its old foundations rent; Rent like a mountain ash, which dar'd the winds, And stood the sturdy strokes of lab'ring hinds.
Page 143 - His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine, And settled sure succession in his line, From whence the race of Alban fathers come And the long glories of majestic Rome.
Page 146 - Yours is my sovereign's grace; and, as your guest, I sit with gods at their celestial feast; Raise tempests at your pleasure, or subdue; Dispose of empire, which I hold from you.
Page 139 - Fierce tigers couch'd around, and loll'd their fawning tongues. " So, close in poplar shades, her children gone, The mother nightingale laments alone, Whose nest some prying churl had found, and thence By stealth convey'd th
Page 165 - The Trojan chief appear'd in open sight, August in visage, and serenely bright. His mother goddess, with her hands divine, Had form'd his curling locks, and made his temples shine, And giv'n his rolling eyes a sparkling grace, And breath'da youthful vigour on his face; Like polish'd iv'ry, beauteous to behold, Or Parian marble, when enchas'd in gold.