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Página 59 - O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver...
Página 172 - Each. single Greek, in this conclusive strife, Stands on the sharpest edge of death or life': Yet if my years thy kind regard engage, Employ thy youth as I employ my age ; Succeed to these my cares, and rouse the rest ; He serves me most, who serves his country best.
Página 135 - CEneus' fields she sent a monstrous boar, That levell'd harvests, and whole forests tore ; 600 This beast (when many a chief his tusks had slain) Great Meleager stretch'd along the plain. Then for his spoils a new debate arose, The neighbour nations thence commencing foes. Strong as they were, the bold Curetes fail'd...
Página 72 - Durst brand my courage, and defame my might: Nor from a friend th' unkind reproach appear'd, The Greeks stood witness, all our army heard. 50 The gods, oh chief!
Página 121 - His tedious toils and hoary hairs demand A peaceful death in Pthia's friendly land. But whether he remain or sail with me, His age be sacred, and his will be free.