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Æneas againſt appear arms arts bear becauſe beginning better command common death earth eyes fall fate father fear feed fields fight fire firſt flames flood flying foes follow force fortune friends fruitful give gods Grecian ground hands head hear heaven hero himſelf honour hope Italy kind king labour land laſt leaſt leaves length light living Lord Lordſhip mean mind muſt nature never night once pains plain pleaſe poem poet praiſe preſent race rage raiſe reſt riſing ſaid ſame ſay ſea ſee ſhade ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſing ſkies ſome ſon ſpring ſtand ſtate ſtreams ſuch thee theſe things thoſe thou thought tranſlation trees Trojan Troy turn uſe verſe vines Virgil whole whoſe winds winter woods young youth
Сторінка 191 - A mortal man t' invade a sleeping god ? What bus'ness brought thee to my dark abode ?" To this, th' audacious youth : " Thou know'st full well My name and bus'ness, god ! nor need I tell. No man can Proteus cheat : but, Proteus, leave Thy fraudful arts, and do not thou deceive. Following the gods' command, I come t' implore Thy help, my perish'd people to restore.
Сторінка 209 - I had the honour to converse, and that almost daily, for so many years together. Heaven knows, if I have heartily forgiven you this deceit. You extorted a praise which I should willingly have given had I known you. Nothing had been more easy than to commend a patron of a long standing. The world would join with me, if...
Сторінка 217 - Caesar, thus injured, and unable to resist the faction of the nobles which was now uppermost, (for he was a Marian,) had recourse to arms ; and his cause was just against Pompey, but not against his country, whose constitution ought to have been sacred to him, and never to have been violated on the account of any private wrong. But he prevailed ; and, heaven declaring for him, he became a providential monarch, under the title of perpetual dictator. He being murdered by his own son,* whom I neither...
Сторінка 322 - Invites them forth to labour in the sun. Some lead their youth abroad, while some condense Their liquid store, and some in cells dispense. Some at the gate stand ready to receive The golden burden, and their friends relieve. All with united force combine to drive The lazy drones from the laborious hive; With envy stung, they view each other's deeds; The fragrant work with diligence proceeds. "Thrice happy you, whose walls already rise...
Сторінка 137 - Or, stript for wrestling, smears his limbs with oil, And watches with a trip his foe to foil. Such was the life the frugal Sabines led; So Remus and his brother god were bred: From whom th' austere Etrurian virtue rose, And this rude life our homely fathers chose.
Сторінка 206 - The matter being thus stated, it will appear that both sorts of poetry are of use for their proper ends. The stage is more active : the epic poem works at greater leisure, yet is active too, when need requires : for dialogue is imitated by the drama, from the more active parts of it. One puts off a fit, like the quinquina, and relieves us only for a time ; the other roots out the distemper, and gives a healthful habit.
Сторінка 354 - Scarce had I said, when Pantheus, with a groan: 'Troy is no more, and Ilium was a town! The fatal day, th' appointed hour, is come, When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom Transfers the Trojan state to Grecian hands. The fire consumes the town, the foe commands; And armed hosts, an unexpected force, Break from the bowels of the fatal horse.
Сторінка 21 - ARGUMENT. The occasion of the First Pastoral was this : When Augustus had settled himself in the Roman empire, that he might reward his veteran troops for their past service, he distributed among them all the lands that lay about Cremona and Mantua ; turning out the right owners for having sided with his enemies.
Сторінка 245 - ... which he treats. On the other side, the pains and diligence of ill poets is but thrown away when they want the genius to invent and feign agreeably. But, if the fictions be delightful (which they always are, if they be natural), if they be of a piece ; if the beginning, the middle, and the end be in their due places, and artfully united to each other, such works can never fail of their deserved success. And such is Virgil's episode of Dido and .(Eneas; where the sourest critic must acknowledge...
Сторінка 153 - The shepherd knows it well, and calls by name Hippomanes, to note the mother's flame. This, gather'd in the planetary hour, With noxious weeds, and spell'd with words of pow'r, Dire stepdames in the magic bowl infuse, And mix, for deadly draughts, the pois'nous juice. But time is lost, which never will renew, While we too far the pleasing path pursue, Surveying nature with too nice a view.