Virgil: By the Rev. W. Lucas CollinsW. Blackwood and sons, 1870 - 190 pages |
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Page 109 - Talibus orabat dictis, arasque tenebat, cum sic orsa loqui vates : ' Sate sanguine divom, 125 Tros Anchisiade, facilis descensus Averno ; noctes atque dies patet atri janua Ditis ; sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras, hoc opus, hie labor est.
Page 117 - Was doomed to wear out her appointed time, Apart from happy Ghosts, that gather flowers Of blissful quiet 'mid unfading bowers.
Page 144 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow . The world may find the spring by following her, For other print her airy steps ne'er left. Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west wind she shot along, And where she went, the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot.
Page 117 - Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end ; For this the passion to excess was driven, That self might be annulled : her bondage prove The fetters of a dream opposed to love.
Page 135 - THE wanton troopers riding by Have shot my fawn, and it will die. Ungentle men ! they cannot thrive Who killed thee. Thou ne'er didst alive Them any harm, alas ! nor could Thy death yet do them any good. I'm sure I never wished them ill ; Nor do I for all this, nor will : But, if my simple prayers may yet Prevail with Heaven to forget Thy murder, I will join my tears, Rather than fail. But, O my fears ! It cannot die so.
Page 125 - Leave to the soft Campanian His baths and his perfumes; Leave to the sordid race of Tyre Their dyeing-vats and looms : Leave to the sons of Carthage The rudder and the oar: Leave to the Greek his marble Nymphs And scrolls of wordy lore.
Page 109 - The journey down to the abyss Is prosperous and light : The palace-gates of gloomy Dis Stand open day and night : But upward to retrace the way And pass into the light of day, There comes the stress of labor ; this May task a hero's might.
Page 97 - O goddess-born, and you, Dardanian host, Mark with attention, and forgive my boast; Learn what I was, by what remains; and know From what impending fate you sav'd my foe.
Page 84 - Sweet relics of a time of love, When fate and heaven were kind, Receive my life-blood, and remove These torments of the mind. My life is lived, and I have played The part that Fortune gave, And now I pass, a queenly shade, Majestic to the grave. A glorious city I have built, Have seen my walls ascend, Chastised for blood of husband spilt A brother, yet no friend. Blest lot ! yet lacked one blessing more, That Troy had never touched my shore.
Page 126 - The sire replies, while down his cheek The teardrops roll apace : " Ah son ! compel me not to speak The sorrows of our race ! That youth the Fates but just display To earth, nor let him longer stay : With gifts like these for aye to hold, Rome's heart had e'en been overbold. Ah ! what a groan from Mars's plain Shall o'er the city sound ! How wilt thou gaze on that long train, Old Tiber, rolling to the main Beside his new-raised mound ! No youth of Ilium's seed inspires With hope as fair his Latian...