The Aeneid

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Macmillan, 1917 - 348 стор.
 

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Сторінка 318 - No war, or battle's sound, Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung; The hooked chariot stood Unstained with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovereign Lord was by.
Сторінка xxii - THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Сторінка 314 - Insuperable height of loftiest shade, Cedar, and pine, and fir, and branching palm, A sylvan scene; and as the ranks ascend Shade above shade, a woody theatre Of stateliest view.
Сторінка ii - Chaucer's Prologue and Knight's Tale. Church's The Story of the Iliad. Church's The Story of the Odyssey. Coleridge's The Ancient Mariner. Cooper's The Deerslayer. Cooper's The Last of the Mohicans. Cooper's The Spy. Curtis
Сторінка xvi - Thou that singest wheat and woodland, tilth and vineyard, hive and horse and herd ; All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word...
Сторінка 324 - He sung the secret seeds of nature's frame ; How seas, and earth, and air( and active flame, Fell through the mighty void, and, in their fall, Were blindly gathered in this goodly ball.
Сторінка 315 - Almighty Father from above, From the pure empyrean where he sits High throned above all highth, bent down his eye His own works and their works at once to view...
Сторінка xv - ROMAN VIRGIL, thou that singest Ilion's lofty temples robed in fire, Ilion falling, Rome arising, wars, and filial faith, and Dido's pyre ; Landscape-lover, lord of language more than he that sang the
Сторінка xvi - Now the Rome of slaves hath perish'd, and the Rome of freemen holds her place, I, from out the Northern Island sunder'd once from all the human race, I salute thee, Mantovano, I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.
Сторінка xxi - German, Italian, sometimes not a French book in the original, which I can procure in a good version. I like to be beholden to the great metropolitan English speech, the sea which receives tributaries from every region under heaven. I should as soon think...

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