Lucan's Pharsalia, Том 2

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J. Tonson, 1722
 

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Сторінка 192 - The commonwealth her ancient fre«lum lost, Some shadow yet was left, some show of power ; Now e'en the name with Pompey is no more: Senate and people all at once are gone, Nor need the tyrant blush to mount the throne. Oh, happy Pompey ! happy in thy fate, Happy by falling with the falling state, Thy death a benefit the gods did grant, [want.
Сторінка 220 - Canst thou believe the vast eternal mind Was e'er to Syrts and Lybian sands confin'd ? That he would choose this waste, this barren ground. To teach the thin inhabitants around, And leave his truth in wilds and deserts...
Сторінка 165 - No legions sad to march in solemn round: A bier, no better than the vulgar need, A little wood the kindling flame to feed, With some poor hand to tend the homely fire, Is all these wretched relics now require.
Сторінка 59 - She bids the kindling flames afcend on high, And leaves the weary wretch at length to die. Then, while the fecret dark their footfteps hides, Homeward the youth, all pale for fear...
Сторінка 265 - His bones, that better had been tofs'd and hurl'd, With juft contempt, around the injur'd world. But Fortune fpar'd the dead ; and partial Fate, For ages, fix'd his Pharian empire's date. If e'er our long-loft liberty return...
Сторінка 219 - Rome? Or would'st thou know if, what we value here, Life, be a trifle hardly worth our care? What by old age and length of days we gain, More than to lengthen out the sense of pain? Or if this world, with all its forces join'd, The universal malice of mankind, Can shake or hurt the brave and honest mind?
Сторінка 87 - Book, is excellent i where he thus begins : The Time to eafe your groaning Country's Pain, Which long your eager Valour fought in vain ; The great deciding Hour at length is come, To end the Strivings of...
Сторінка 221 - Why seek we further then ? — Behold around, How all thou seest does with the god abound ; Jove is alike in all, and always to be found. Let those weak minds who live in doubt and fear To juggling priests for oracles repair : One certain hour of death, to each decreed, • My fix'd, my certain soul from doubt has freed. The coward and the brave are doom'd to fall, And when Jove told this truth, he told us all.
Сторінка 192 - And lov'd peace beft, when he was forc'd to arm ; Unmov'd with all the glittering pomp of power, He took with joy, but laid it down with more...
Сторінка 178 - THE following letter having in it some observations out of the common road, I shall make it the entertainment of this day.

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