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ReviewsWe haven't found any reviews in the usual places.Write review Common terms and phrasesAeneas altars Anchises arms Ascanius Ausonian bear behold blood bore breast call'd clouds command coursers Creusa cries crown'd dare dart death descends design'd Dido dire Euryalus Ev'n ev'ry eyes fame fatal fate father Faunus fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies flood foes forc'd force fortune friends fun'ral fury goddess gods Grecian ground hand haste head heav'n hero holy jav'lin Jove Juno Juturna king land Latian Latium Lausus limbs Messapus Mezentius mighty mind mix'd Mnestheus night o'er Pallas pass'd peace Phrygian pierc'd pious plain possess'd pow'r pray'rs Priam prince promis'd purple queen race rage rais'd resolv'd rites Rutulians sacred seiz'd shades shield shining shore Sichaeus sight sire skies slain soul sound spear steeds stood sword Tarchon temples thee thou thrice thro throne Tiber toss'd tow'rs town trembling Trojan troops Troy Turnus Tuscan Tyrian unhappy vows walls wand'ring wat'ry winds wood wound youth References from web pagesJSTOR: Tu Marcellus eris petr.8m.com VERGIL BIBLIOGRAPHY Results List Philosophy: books tagged philosophy @ justbooks.co.uk (#69) bib-verg02.htm Index Status Forfatter Tittel Redaktør Oversetter Forlag Sted ... Popular passagesWhat perils youthful ardor would pursue, That boiling blood would carry thee too far, Young as thou wert in dangers, raw to war ! O curst essay of arms, disastrous doom, Prelude of bloody fields, and fights to come... Page 299 The few, so cleansed, to these abodes repair, And breathe, in ample fields, the soft Elysian air. Then are they happy, when by length of time The scurf is worn away of each committed crime; No speck is left of their habitual stains; But the pure ether of the soul remains. Page 165 Nor tears, nor cries, can give the dead relief, Desist, my much-lov'd lord, t' indulge your pain. You bear no more than what the gods ordain. My fates permit me not from hence to fly ; Nor he, the great controller of the sky. Long wand'ring ways for you the pow'rs decree — On land hard labors, and a length of sea. Page 55 Will perpetrate on them their first design, And take the forfeit of their heads for mine? Which, O! if pity mortal minds can move, If there be faith below, or gods above, If innocence and truth can claim desert, Ye Trojans, from an injur'd wretch avert. Page 33 The shouts those who kill, and groans of those who die. But now the goddess mother, mov'd with grief, And pierc'd with pity, hastens her relief. A branch of healing dittany she brought, Which in the Cretan fields with care she sought: Rough is the... Page 344 Penthisilea there, with haughty grace, Leads to the wars an Amazonian race: In their right hands a pointed dart they wield; The left, for ward, sustains the lunar shield. Athwart her breast a golden belt she throws, Amidst the press alone provokes a thousand foes, And dares her maiden arms to manly force oppose. Page 18 The morn had now dispell'd the shades of night, Restoring toils, when she restor'd the light. The Trojan king and Tuscan chief command To raise the piles along the winding strand. Their friends convey the dead to fun'ral fires; Black smold'ring smoke from the green wood expires; The light of heav'n is chok'd, and the new day retires. Page 300 India shall his power obey; He shall extend his propagated sway Beyond the solar year, without the starry way. Where Atlas turns the rolling heavens around, And his broad shoulders with their lights are crown'd. Page 166 How great they look! how vig'rously they wield Their weighty lances, and sustain the shield! But they, who crown'd with oaken wreaths appear, Shall Gabian walls and strong Fidena rear; Nomentum, Bola, with Pometia, found; And raise Collatian tow'rs on rocky ground. Page 166 Obscure they went thro' dreary shades, that led Along the waste dominions of the dead. Thus wander travelers in woods by night, By the moon's doubtful and malignant light, When Jove in dusky clouds involves the skies, And the faint crescent shoots by fits before their eyes. Page 148 Other editions
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