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... Ovid's Metamorphoses , and Euripides ; his copy of the latter poet , with some critical observations in the margin , is now , I believe , in the posses- sion of Sir Henry Halford . + Lord Charlemont possessed his Lycophron , in which ...
... Ovid's Metamorphoses , and Euripides ; his copy of the latter poet , with some critical observations in the margin , is now , I believe , in the posses- sion of Sir Henry Halford . + Lord Charlemont possessed his Lycophron , in which ...
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... Ovid Metam . xiii . 783 . ' Cui postquam pinus , baculi quæ præbuit usum , Ante pedes posita est , antennis apta ferendis . ' Cowley's Davideis , lib , iii . ver . 47 . His spear the trunk was of a lofty tree , Which nature meant some ...
... Ovid Metam . xiii . 783 . ' Cui postquam pinus , baculi quæ præbuit usum , Ante pedes posita est , antennis apta ferendis . ' Cowley's Davideis , lib , iii . ver . 47 . His spear the trunk was of a lofty tree , Which nature meant some ...
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... Ovid . Fast . vi . 176 . · Nec , quæ Pygmæo sanguine gaudet , avem . ' Consult Millin's Monum . Inedit . i . 171 , and Boissonade to Philostrat . p . 529. Also Plin . Nat . Hist . vii . ' Pygmæi , quos a gruibus infestari Homerus quoque ...
... Ovid . Fast . vi . 176 . · Nec , quæ Pygmæo sanguine gaudet , avem . ' Consult Millin's Monum . Inedit . i . 171 , and Boissonade to Philostrat . p . 529. Also Plin . Nat . Hist . vii . ' Pygmæi , quos a gruibus infestari Homerus quoque ...
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... founded the massy ore , 667 Rifled ] v . Ovid Met . i . 138 . ' Itum est in viscera terræ , Quasque recondiderat , Stygiisque admoverat umbris , Effodiuntur opes . ' Hume . 700 Severing each kind , and scumm'd the bullion dross . BOOK I.
... founded the massy ore , 667 Rifled ] v . Ovid Met . i . 138 . ' Itum est in viscera terræ , Quasque recondiderat , Stygiisque admoverat umbris , Effodiuntur opes . ' Hume . 700 Severing each kind , and scumm'd the bullion dross . BOOK I.
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... Compare with this the opening of the second book of Ovid's Metam . · Regia solis erat , ' & c . 2 Ormus ] See View of Ormus , in Buckingham's Travels in Assyria , p . 428 , 4to . Show'rs on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold , Satan.
... Compare with this the opening of the second book of Ovid's Metam . · Regia solis erat , ' & c . 2 Ormus ] See View of Ormus , in Buckingham's Travels in Assyria , p . 428 , 4to . Show'rs on her kings Barbaric pearl and gold , Satan.
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Page 4 - A dungeon horrible on all sides round, As one great furnace flamed ; yet from those flames No light ; but rather darkness visible, Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell ; hope never comes, That comes to all ; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 32 - Rose like an exhalation, with the sound Of dulcet symphonies and voices sweet, Built like a temple, where pilasters round Were set, and Doric pillars overlaid With golden architrave; nor did there want Cornice or frieze, with bossy sculptures graven, The roof was fretted gold.
Page 64 - For each seem'd either: black it stood as night, Fierce as ten furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart ; what seem'd his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Page 3 - With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky With hideous ruin and combustion down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine* chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Page 82 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note...
Page 64 - That dar'st, though grim and terrible, advance Thy miscreated front athwart my way To yonder gates ? Through them I mean to pass, That be assured, without leave asked of thee. Retire ; or taste thy folly, and learn by proof, Hell-born, not to contend with Spirits of Heaven.
Page 125 - For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, forasmuch as he is the image and glory of God : but the woman is the glory of the man. For the man is not of the woman; but the woman of the man. Neither was the man created for the woman ; but the woman for the man.
Page 3 - Before all temples the upright heart and pure, Instruct me, for Thou know'st; Thou from the first Wast present, and, with mighty wings outspread, Dove-like sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine, what is low raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 10 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream: Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Page 137 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...