Travels through Germany, Switzerland, Italy, and Sicily, tr. by T. Holcroft, Том 3 |
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Стр. 175 - So David and all the house of Israel brought up the ark of the Lord with shouting and with the sound of the trumpet.
Стр. 52 - Just in the gate and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Cares and sullen Sorrows dwell, And pale Diseases, and repining Age, Want, Fear, and Famine's unresisted rage; Here Toils, and Death, and Death's half-brother, Sleep, Forms terrible to view, their sentry keep; With anxious Pleasures of a guilty mind, Deep Frauds before, and open Force behind; The Furies' iron beds; and Strife, that shakes Her hissing tresses and unfolds her snakes.
Стр. 99 - The people which fat in darknefs, faw great light: and to them which fat in the region and fhadow of death, light is fprung up.
Стр. 343 - Twelve feet, deform'd and foul, the fiend dispreads ; Six horrid necks she rears, and six terrific heads ; Her jaws grin dreadful with three rows of teeth ; Jaggy they stand, the gaping den of death ; Her parts obscene the raging billows hide ; Her bosom terribly o'erlooks the tide.
Стр. 460 - When men distress'd hang out the sign of war;) Soon as the sun in ocean hides his rays, Thick on the hills the flaming beacons blaze; With long-projected beams the seas are bright, And heaven's high arch reflects the ruddy light: So from Achilles' head the splendours rise, Reflecting blaze on blaze against the skies.
Стр. 207 - Full in the center of the sacred wood An arm arises of the Stygian flood, Which, breaking from beneath with bellowing sound, Whirls the black waves and rattling stones around. Here Pluto pants for breath from out his cell, And opens wide the grinning jaws of hell. To this infernal lake the Fury flies; Here hides her hated head, and frees the lab'ring skies.
Стр. 251 - In fpring the rofes, apples in the fall : And when cold winter fplit the rocks in twain, And ice the running rivers did reftrain, He ftripp'd the bears-foot of its leafy growth, And, calling Weftern winds, accus'd the fpring of floth ; He therefore firft among the fwains was found, To reap the produft of his labour'd ground, And fqueeze the combs with golden liquor crown His limes were firft in flowers ; his lofty pines, With friendly fhade, fecur'd his tender vines.
Стр. 488 - To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know! But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal!) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Стр. 251 - He knew to rank his elms in even rows, ^ For fruit the grafted pear-tree to dispose, And tame to plums the sourness of the sloes. With spreading planes he made a cool retreat, To shade good fellows from the summer's heat. But, straitened in my space, I must forsake This task, for others afterwards to take.
Стр. 487 - Nothing they but duft can mow, •Or bones that haften to be fo. Crown -me with rofes whilft I live, Now your wines and ointments give; After death I nothing crave, Let me alive my pleafures have, All are Stoics in the grave. X. THE GRASSHOPPER...