The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Volume 19Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... Behold , we stand Sheath'd in bright arms , and but expect command . It glorious deeds afford thy soul delight , Behold me plunging in the thickest fight . Then give thy warrior - chief a warrior's due , Who dares to act whate'er thou ...
... Behold , we stand Sheath'd in bright arms , and but expect command . It glorious deeds afford thy soul delight , Behold me plunging in the thickest fight . Then give thy warrior - chief a warrior's due , Who dares to act whate'er thou ...
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... Behold at distance , but forbear the prize . Then fierce Tydides stoops ; and from the fields , Heav'd with vast force , a rocky fragment wields , Not two strong men th ' enormous weight could raise , Such men as live in these ...
... Behold at distance , but forbear the prize . Then fierce Tydides stoops ; and from the fields , Heav'd with vast force , a rocky fragment wields , Not two strong men th ' enormous weight could raise , Such men as live in these ...
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... Behold the deed of haughty Diomed ! ' Twas in the son's defence the mother bled . The war with Troy no more the Grecians wage , But with the gods ( th ' immortal gods ) engage . ' Dione then : " Thy wrongs with patience bear , And share ...
... Behold the deed of haughty Diomed ! ' Twas in the son's defence the mother bled . The war with Troy no more the Grecians wage , But with the gods ( th ' immortal gods ) engage . ' Dione then : " Thy wrongs with patience bear , And share ...
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... behold the conquering flames ascend , And all the Phrygian glories at an end . " " Brother , ' tis just , " reply'd the beauteous youth , " Thy free remonstrance proves thy worth and truth : Yet charge my absence less , oh generous ...
... behold the conquering flames ascend , And all the Phrygian glories at an end . " " Brother , ' tis just , " reply'd the beauteous youth , " Thy free remonstrance proves thy worth and truth : Yet charge my absence less , oh generous ...
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... behold , Ta ' eternal thunderer sat thron'd in gold ; High Heaven the footstool of his feet he makes , And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes . Trembling afar th ' offending powers appear'd , Confus'd and silent , for his frown they ...
... behold , Ta ' eternal thunderer sat thron'd in gold ; High Heaven the footstool of his feet he makes , And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes . Trembling afar th ' offending powers appear'd , Confus'd and silent , for his frown they ...
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Page 388 - 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 unburied on the barren sand!
Page 369 - O goddess-born ! escape by timely flight, The flames and horrors of this fatal night. The foes already have possess'd the wall : Troy nods from high, and totters to her fall. Enough is paid to Priam's royal name, More than enough to duty and to fame. If by a mortal hand my father's throne Could be defended, 'twas by mine alone, Now Troy to thee commends her future state, And gives her gods companions of thy fate : From their assistance happier walls expect, Which, wand'ring long, at last thou shalt...
Page 248 - Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day Makes man a slave takes half his worth away.
Page 52 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground...
Page 86 - Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas ! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom, The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give!
Page 315 - The fiery courser, when he hears from far The sprightly trumpets, and the shouts of war, Pricks up his ears ; and, trembling with delight, Shifts place, and paws, and hopes the promised fight.
Page 402 - Obscure in shades, and with a doubtful view, (Doubtful as he who sees, through dusky night, Or thinks he sees the moon's uncertain light) With tears he first approach'd the sullen shade ; And as his love inspir'd him, thus he said : " Unhappy queen ! then is the common breath Of rumour true, in your reported death, And I. alas ! the cause ? — By heaven, I vow, And all the powers that rule the realms below, Unwilling I forsook your friendly state.
Page 450 - She said, and, sailing on the winged wind, Left the sad nymph suspended in her mind. And now in pomp the peaceful kings appear : Four steeds the chariot of Latinus bear; Twelve golden beams around his temples play, To mark his lineage from the God of Day. Two snowy coursers Turnus...
Page 369 - Who thought us Grecians newly come to land. 'From whence,' said he, 'my friends, this long delay? You loiter, while the spoils are borne away: Our ships are laden with the Trojan store; And you, like truants, come too late ashore.
Page 436 - O mortals, blind in fate, who never know To bear high fortune, or endure the low! The time shall come, when Turnus, but in vain, Shall wish untouch'd the trophies of the slain; Shall wish the fatal belt were far away, And curse the dire remembrance of the day. The sad Arcadians, from th...