The Lusiad: Or, The Discovery of India. An Epic Poem, Volum 2

Graisberry and Campbell, 1791

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Pàgina 237 - 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 49 - Each echo sigh'd thy princely lover's name. Nor less could absence from thy prince remove The dear remembrance of his distant love : Thy looks, thy smiles, before him ever glow, And o'er his melting heart endearing flow : By night his slumbers bring thee to his arms, By day his thoughts still wander o'er thy charms : By night, by day, each thought thy loves employ, Each thought the memory or the hope of joy.
Pàgina 121 - 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 51 - If prowling tygers, or the wolf's wild brood, Inspired by nature with the lust of blood, Have yet been moved the weeping babe to spare, Nor left, but tended with a nurse's care, As Rome's great founders to the world were given ; Shalt thou, who...
Pàgina 50 - O'er her fair face a sudden paleness spread, Her throbbing heart with generous anguish bled, Anguish to view her lover's hopeless woes, And all the mother in her bosom rose. Her beauteous eyes in trembling tear-drops drown'd, To heaven she lifted, but her hands were bound ; Then on her infants turn'd the piteous glance, The look of bleeding woe...
Pàgina 123 - 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 caverned shore With hollow groan repeats the tempest's roar.
Pàgina 381 - The raptured foretaste of immortal fame. Then bend thy bow and wound the Nereid train, The lovely daughters of the azure main ; And lead them, while they pant with amorous fire, Right to the isle which all my smiles inspire: Soon shall my care that beauteous isle supply, Where Zephyr breathing love, on Flora's lap shall There let the nymphs the gallant heroes meet, [sigh.
Pàgina 214 - Bramins reading before her; when she came the third time to the small fire, she stopped, took her rings off her toes and fingers and put them to her other ornaments...
Pàgina 213 - At five of the clock on the morning of the 4th of Fehruary, 1742-3, died Rhaam Chund Pundit of the Mahahrattor tribe* aged twenty-eight years; his widow (for he had but one...
Pàgina 213 - Moorshedabad, until after one, and it was then brought by one of the Soubah's own officers, who had orders to see that she burnt voluntarily.

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