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 4
... land , was the first fruits of the policy of the new favourite . Andeyro one day having heated himself by some military exercife , the queen tore her veil , The grand mafter of Avis , the and publickly gave it him to wipe his face ...
... land , was the first fruits of the policy of the new favourite . Andeyro one day having heated himself by some military exercife , the queen tore her veil , The grand mafter of Avis , the and publickly gave it him to wipe his face ...
Pàgina 6
... lands by Rodrick given , What time the Moor from Turia's banks was driven ; That race who joyful smile at war's alarms , And fcorn each danger that attends on arms ; Whose crooked ploughfhares Leon's uplands tear , Now cafed in fteel in ...
... lands by Rodrick given , What time the Moor from Turia's banks was driven ; That race who joyful smile at war's alarms , And fcorn each danger that attends on arms ; Whose crooked ploughfhares Leon's uplands tear , Now cafed in fteel in ...
Pàgina 8
... land whofe genius , as the God of war , Was own'd , where'er approach'd her thundering car ; Shall now her fons ... lands ? ' Twas Bold and unpolish'd.- -This fpeech in the original has been much ad- mired by the foreign critics , as a ...
... land whofe genius , as the God of war , Was own'd , where'er approach'd her thundering car ; Shall now her fons ... lands ? ' Twas Bold and unpolish'd.- -This fpeech in the original has been much ad- mired by the foreign critics , as a ...
Pàgina 9
... land your dauntless rage should own . Still if your hands benumb'd by female fear , Shun the bold war , hark ! on my fword I swear , Myfelf alone the dreadful war fhall wage- Mine be the fight - and trembling with the rage Of valorous ...
... land your dauntless rage should own . Still if your hands benumb'd by female fear , Shun the bold war , hark ! on my fword I swear , Myfelf alone the dreadful war fhall wage- Mine be the fight - and trembling with the rage Of valorous ...
Pàgina 13
... land , the proud invaders claim'd , he fows With their spilt blood , and with their corfes ftrews . Their forceful volleys now the cross - bows pour , The clouds are darken'd with the arrowy fhower ; } The i the brazen din . - Homer and ...
... land , the proud invaders claim'd , he fows With their spilt blood , and with their corfes ftrews . Their forceful volleys now the cross - bows pour , The clouds are darken'd with the arrowy fhower ; } The i the brazen din . - Homer and ...
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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.