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accus Achilles adeo adverbial Aeneas Aeneid Anchises apodosis Apollo appears arma atque Augustus best MSS Caesar called Catull clause constr construction Damoetas dative death denotes Dido earth ECLOGUE editors Ennius epithet expression favour fight gods Greek heaven Helenus hendiadys hiatus Homer honour horses idea imitation implied Introd ipse Italy Juno Jupiter king Latin Lucr Lucret Lucretius meaning Mezentius ordinary Ovid Pallas passage perhaps petitio obliqua phrase poem poet poetical probably proleptic quae quid quod reading reference rhythm Roman Rome Rutulian sail seems sense Servius shield ships Sicily sing spear story subj suggested supposed syllable synizesis temple terrae Thrace tibi tmesis trees Trojan Troy Turnus ultro Venus verb viii vine Virgil Virgilian wind word zeugma
Page 383 - This book is a preservation photocopy. It was produced on Hammermill Laser Print natural white, a 60 # book weight acid-free archival paper which meets the requirements of ANSI/NISO Z39.48-1992 (permanence of paper) Preservation photocopying and binding by Acme Bookbinding Charlestown, Massachusetts CD 1995 The borrower must return this item on or before the last date stamped below.
Page 12 - And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw...
Page 311 - Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burned, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
Page 228 - Where now thy might, which all those kings subdued ? No martial myriads muster in thy gate ; No suppliant nations in thy Temple wait ; No prophet bards, thy glittering courts among, Wake the full lyre, and swell the tide of song : But lawless Force, and meagre Want is there, And the quick-darting eye of restless Fear ; While cold Oblivion, 'mid thy ruins laid, Folds his dank wing beneath the ivy shade.
Page 237 - And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all, but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 341 - ... at all, it must be sought elsewhere. And, perhaps, if the fancy be permitted, we may imagine that we discern it best in the strange and yearning beauty of the passages which speak of the glorious girlhood of Camilla, the maid unwon; Camilla, whose death a nymph avenges, and whose tale Diana tells; Camilla, whose name leapt first of all to Virgil's lips as he spoke to Dante of their Italy in the underworld.
Page 358 - Glitt'ring lances are the loom, Where the dusky warp we strain, Weaving many a soldier's doom, Orkney's woe and Randver's bane.
Page 133 - Abide with me from morn till eve, For without Thee I cannot live ; Abide with me when night is nigh, For without Thee I dare not die.