The works of Virgil, closely rendered into Engl. rhythm and illustr. from British poets by R.C. Singleton, Volumul 1 |
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Pagina v
... them violated in another . Yet , on the other hand , delay would be a serious evil . One thing , however , is clear , that the Latin grammar can scarcely be approached at too early an age . region , where , if one may so speak , PREFACE .
... them violated in another . Yet , on the other hand , delay would be a serious evil . One thing , however , is clear , that the Latin grammar can scarcely be approached at too early an age . region , where , if one may so speak , PREFACE .
Pagina xv
... thing to him for a long period . A knowledge of suitable terms , with the power of using them , can only be acquired by age , reading , and experience , — qualifica- tions which are obviously quite beyond his present condition ...
... thing to him for a long period . A knowledge of suitable terms , with the power of using them , can only be acquired by age , reading , and experience , — qualifica- tions which are obviously quite beyond his present condition ...
Pagina xvi
... thing of a help . At other times , too , when his energies are more alive , and he is able to cast a more critical eye over its pages , the accidents of the book , as a mere book , may facilitate his object . The distance between the ...
... thing of a help . At other times , too , when his energies are more alive , and he is able to cast a more critical eye over its pages , the accidents of the book , as a mere book , may facilitate his object . The distance between the ...
Pagina xvii
... thing is the knowledge of what ought to be done from the power of doing it . Still , I could not but feel that some one must lead the way , though he should be the meanest of the way- farers : just as among sheep , one is found the ...
... thing is the knowledge of what ought to be done from the power of doing it . Still , I could not but feel that some one must lead the way , though he should be the meanest of the way- farers : just as among sheep , one is found the ...
Pagina xx
... thing like a serious question being raised about the principle it- self , at least with those who hold it to be of any value ; others will scarce employ them for the purposes of their opposition . In fact , such a refuge is resorted XX ...
... thing like a serious question being raised about the principle it- self , at least with those who hold it to be of any value ; others will scarce employ them for the purposes of their opposition . In fact , such a refuge is resorted XX ...
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Pagina 355 - The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne, Burn'd on the water: the poop was beaten gold; Purple the sails, and so perfumed that The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver, Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made The water which "they beat to follow faster, As amorous of their strokes.
Pagina 180 - How many thousand of my poorest subjects Are at this hour asleep ! — O Sleep, O gentle sleep, Nature's soft nurse, how have I frighted thee, That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down, And steep my senses in forgetfulness ? Why rather, sleep, liest thou in smoky cribs, Upon uneasy pallets stretching thee, And hush'd with buzzing night-flies to thy slumber ; Than in the perfum'd chambers of the great...
Pagina 55 - Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war...
Pagina vi - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew, Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers ; I had rather hear a brazen canstick turn'd, Or a dry wheel grate on the axle-tree ; And that would set my teeth nothing on edge, Nothing so much as mincing poetry ; — 'Tis like the forc'd gait of a shuffling nag.
Pagina 311 - Thus much of this, will make Black, white; foul, fair; wrong, right; Base, noble; old, young; coward, valiant. Ha, you gods ! why this ? What this, you gods ? Why this Will lug your priests and servants from your sides ; Pluck stout men's pillows from below their heads: This yellow slave Will knit and break religions; bless the accurs'd; Make the hoar leprosy ador'd ; place thieves, And give them title, knee, and approbation, With senators on the bench...
Pagina 194 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the...
Pagina 351 - To-day, my lord of Amiens and myself Did steal behind him, as he lay along Under an oak whose antique root peeps out Upon the brook that brawls along this wood : To the which place a poor sequester'd stag, That from the hunter's aim had ta'en a hurt...
Pagina 120 - This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands, This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England...
Pagina 101 - The night has been unruly : where we lay, Our chimneys were blown down ; and, as they say, Lamentings heard i...
Pagina 232 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.