The Lusiad: Or, The Discovery of India. An Epic Poem, Volum 2Graisberry and Campbell, 1791 |
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Pàgina 116
... rise . Slender at first the subtle fume appears , And writhing round and round its volume rears : Thick as a maft the vapour swells its fize ; A curling whirlwind lifts it to the skies : The tube now ftraitens , now in width extends ...
... rise . Slender at first the subtle fume appears , And writhing round and round its volume rears : Thick as a maft the vapour swells its fize ; A curling whirlwind lifts it to the skies : The tube now ftraitens , now in width extends ...
Pàgina 152
... rise ! " ceffary to the epic poem . But it does not follow , that a declamation in the perfon of the poet , at the beginning or end of a book , is properly a breach of the unity of the conduct of the action ; the omiffion therefore , of ...
... rise ! " ceffary to the epic poem . But it does not follow , that a declamation in the perfon of the poet , at the beginning or end of a book , is properly a breach of the unity of the conduct of the action ; the omiffion therefore , of ...
Pàgina 173
... rise . Through Gallia's flowery vales and wheaten plains He ftrays , and Belgia now his fteps detains . There , as forgetful of his vow'd intent , In various cares the fleeting days he spent : His peers the while direct to England's ...
... rise . Through Gallia's flowery vales and wheaten plains He ftrays , and Belgia now his fteps detains . There , as forgetful of his vow'd intent , In various cares the fleeting days he spent : His peers the while direct to England's ...
Pàgina 189
... rise ! Elate the joyful crew on tip - toe trod , And every breast with fwelling raptures glow'd ; GAMA'S great foul confest the rushing swell , Prone on his manly knees the hero fell , Oh bounteous heaven , he cries , and fpreads his ...
... rise ! Elate the joyful crew on tip - toe trod , And every breast with fwelling raptures glow'd ; GAMA'S great foul confest the rushing swell , Prone on his manly knees the hero fell , Oh bounteous heaven , he cries , and fpreads his ...
Pàgina 324
... rise . In robes of white behold a priest P advance ! His fword in fplinters fmites the Moorish lance : Arronchez won revenges Lira's fall : And lo ! on fair Savilia's batter'd wall , How boldly calm amid the crafhing spears , That hero ...
... rise . In robes of white behold a priest P advance ! His fword in fplinters fmites the Moorish lance : Arronchez won revenges Lira's fall : And lo ! on fair Savilia's batter'd wall , How boldly calm amid the crafhing spears , That hero ...
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The Lusiad: Or, The Discovery of India. An Epic Poem, Volum 1 Luís de Camões Visualització completa - 1791 |
The Lusiad: Or, The Discovery of India. An Epic Poem, Volum 1 Luís de Camões Visualització completa - 1791 |
The Lusiad: Or, The Discovery of India. An Epic Poem, Volum 2 Luís de Camões Visualització completa - 1791 |
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Æneid againſt almoſt Alonzo alſo arms behold Beneath boaſt bofom bold Brahma Brahmins brave breaſt Camöens Chineſe Chriſtian dæmon defire diſplay divine dread eaſt eaſtern eſteemed eyes fable facred faid fame Faria fate fays feems fent feven fhade fhall fhining fhore filver fire firft firſt flain fleet fmiles fome foon foul ftill ftream fubject fuch fwell fword Gama Gentoos glorious goddeſs greateſt heaven heroes himſelf hiſtory Holwell holy Homer honour India inſpired iſland king king of Portugal laſt loft Lufian Lufus moft monarch Moorish Moors moſt muſt Nereids nymphs o'er obferved paffion philofophers poem poet Portugal Portugueſe prefent prieſts prince proud rage raiſed rife rofe ſays ſhall ſhe ſhore ſhould ſkies ſky ſmiling ſome ſpirit ſpread ſtands ſtate ſtill Tagus tempeft thee thefe themſelves theſe thoſe thou thouſand toils tranflator tranſport trembling Virgil warlike waves whofe whoſe
Passatges populars
Pàgina 239 - 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 123 - 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 125 - 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 383 - 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 216 - 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 215 - 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 215 - 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.