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Страница 8 - The birds of broadest wing their mansion form, The chough, the seamew, the loquacious crow, And scream aloft, and skim the deeps below. Depending vines the shelving cavern screen, With purple clusters blushing through the green. Four limpid fountains from the clefts distil...
Страница 130 - Oh stay, O pride of Greece! Ulysses, stay! Oh cease thy course, and listen to our lay ! Blest is the man ordain'd our voice to hear, The song instructs the soul, and charms the ear. Approach! thy soul shall into raptures rise! Approach! and learn new wisdom from the wise!
Страница 144 - To whom the father of th' immortal powers, Who swells the clouds, and gladdens earth with showers. Can mighty Neptune thus of man complain? Neptune, tremendous o'er the boundless main ! Rever'd and awful e'en in heaven's abodes, Ancient and great! a god above the gods! If that low race offend thy power divine, (Weak, daring creatures ! ) is not vengeance thine ? Go then, the guilty at thy will chastise.
Страница 94 - She faints, she falls; she lifts her weeping eyes. 'What art thou? say ! from whence, from whom you came? O more than human ! tell thy race, thy name. Amazing strength, these poisons to sustain! Not mortal thou, nor mortal is thy brain.
Страница 54 - In fighting fields as far the spear I throw As flies an arrow from the well-drawn bow. Sole in the race the contest I decline, Stiff are my weary joints, and I resign ; By storms and hunger worn : age well may fail, When storms and hunger both at once assail.
Страница 131 - Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms, And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms. When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves The rough rock roars ; tumultuous boil the waves...
Страница 324 - Longinus is so far from finding any defect in these, that he rather taxes Homer with painting them too minutely. As to the narrations, although they are more numerous as the occasions...
Страница 142 - Phorcys' power, whose name it bears : Two craggy rocks projecting to the main, The roaring wind's tempestuous rage restrain ; Within the waves in softer murmurs glide, And ships secure without their halsers ride.