The Lusiad: Or, the Discovery of India. An Epic Poem. Translated from the Original Portuguese of Luis de Camoëns. By William Julius Mickle. In Two Volumes. ...T. Cadell jun. and W. Davies, 1798 |
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Pàgina 5
... command . It were infamous to put it in execution . See that the " Caftilian prifoners receive no harm . " To him the furious queen for vengeance cries , Implores B 3 BOOK IV . 5 THE LUSIAD . Cafteel's proud monarch to the nuptial bed ...
... command . It were infamous to put it in execution . See that the " Caftilian prifoners receive no harm . " To him the furious queen for vengeance cries , Implores B 3 BOOK IV . 5 THE LUSIAD . Cafteel's proud monarch to the nuptial bed ...
Pàgina 6
... cries , Implores to vindicate his lawful prize , The Lufian fceptre , his by spousal right : The proud Caftilian arms and dares the fight . To join his standard as it waves along , The warlike troops from various regions throng : e ...
... cries , Implores to vindicate his lawful prize , The Lufian fceptre , his by spousal right : The proud Caftilian arms and dares the fight . To join his standard as it waves along , The warlike troops from various regions throng : e ...
Pàgina 18
... cries , Our dear - loved freedom on our lances lies ; Behold your friend , your monarch , leads the way , And dares the thickest of the iron fray ; Say , fhall the Lufian race forfake their king , Where fpears infuriate on the bucklers ...
... cries , Our dear - loved freedom on our lances lies ; Behold your friend , your monarch , leads the way , And dares the thickest of the iron fray ; Say , fhall the Lufian race forfake their king , Where fpears infuriate on the bucklers ...
Pàgina 38
... cries ; The yellow fands with tears are filver'd o'er , Our fate the mountains and the beach deplore . Yet firm we march , nor turn one glance aside On hoary patent , or on lovely bride . Though glory fired our hearts , too well we knew ...
... cries ; The yellow fands with tears are filver'd o'er , Our fate the mountains and the beach deplore . Yet firm we march , nor turn one glance aside On hoary patent , or on lovely bride . Though glory fired our hearts , too well we knew ...
Pàgina 64
... cries , No flumbers ever close her wakeful eyes : By day from lofty towers her head the fhews . DRYD . The Mobilitate viget , the Vires acquirit cundo , the Parva metu primo , & c . the Caput inter nubila condit , the pluma , oculi ...
... cries , No flumbers ever close her wakeful eyes : By day from lofty towers her head the fhews . DRYD . The Mobilitate viget , the Vires acquirit cundo , the Parva metu primo , & c . the Caput inter nubila condit , the pluma , oculi ...
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Frases i termes més freqüents
Æneid againſt almoſt alſo ancient behold Beneath blaze boaſt bofom bold Brahma Brahmins brave breaſt Caftera Camoëns Ceuta Chineſe Chriſtian courſe dæmon defcription defire diſplay divine dread Eaft eaſtern eſteemed eyes fable facred faid fame Faria fate fays fent feven fhall fhining fhore fide fierce filver fire firſt flain fleet fmiles fome foon ftill fubject fuch fwell fword Gama Gentoos goddeſs greateſt heaven heroes himſelf hiſtory Holwell holy Homer honour India inſpired iſland Ixora king laſt loft Lufian monarch Moors moſt muſt Nereids nymphs o'er obferved paffion philofophers poem poet Portugal Portugueſe prefent proud purpoſe rage raiſe reaſon rife ſays ſea ſeem ſhade Shaftah ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmiling ſome ſpirit ſpread ſtand ſtate ſtill ſway tempefts thee thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou thouſand toils tranſlator tranſport trembling Virgil Voltaire waves weft whofe whoſe worſhip
Passatges populars
Pàgina 172 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried, What hell it is, in suing long to bide: To lose good days, that might be better spent; To waste long nights in pensive discontent; To speed today, to be put back tomorrow; To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow; To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Pàgina 58 - Leader ! the terms we sent were terms of weight, Of hard contents, and full of force urg'd home ^ Such as we might perceive amus'd them all, And stumbled many; Who receives them right, Had need from head to foot well understand; Not understood, this gift they have besides, They show us when our foes walk not upright.
Pàgina 69 - As o'er our head The fiend dissolved, an empty shadow, fled ; So may his curses by the winds of heaven Far o'er the deep, their idle sport, be driven ! With sacred horror thrill'd, Melinda's lord* Held up the eager hand, and caught the word : Oh wondrous faith of ancient days...
Pàgina 60 - And thwart our way with sullen aspect lour'd : An earthly paleness o'er his cheeks was spread, Erect uprose his hairs of wither'd red ; .Writhing to speak, his sable lips disclose, Sharp and disjoin'd, his gnashing teeth's blue rows ; His haggard beard flow'd quivering on the wind, Revenge and horror in his mien combined...
Pàgina 60 - The inward anguish of his soul declared. His red eyes glowing from their dusky caves Shot livid fires : far echoing o'er the waves His voice resounded, as the cavern'd shore With hollow groan repeats the tempest's roar.
Pàgina 170 - On the wild fhore all friendlefs, hopelefs, thrown ; My life, like Judah's heaven-doom'd king of " yore, By miracle prolong'd...
Pàgina 69 - And oft the wandering swain has heard his moan. While o'er the wave the clouded moon appears To hide her weeping face, his voice he rears O'er the wild storm. Deep in the days of yore A holy pilgrim trod the nightly...
Pàgina 149 - Eramins dipped a large wick of cotton in fome ghee, and gave it ready lighted into her hand, and led her to the open fide of the arbour ; there all the Bramins fell at her feet — after...
Pàgina 33 - Through howling tempefts, and through gulphs untry'd, " O ! mighty God ! be thou our watchful guide.
Pàgina 158 - Plac'd in their ranks, their godlike grandsires stood; Old Saturn, with his crooked scythe, on high; And Italus, that led the colony; And ancient Janus, with his double face, And bunch of keys, the porter of the place.