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Página ii - His banish'd gods restor'd to rites divine, And settled sure succession in his line, From whence the race of Alban fathers come, And the long glories of majestic Rome.
Página 269 - As hopes and fears their panting hearts divide. But all in pieces flies the traitor sword, And, in the middle stroke, deserts his lord. Now 'tis but death or flight: disarm'd he flies, When in his hand an unknown hilt he spies.
Página 58 - Whom did I not, of gods or men, accuse ? This was the fatal blow, that pain'd me more Than all I felt from ruin'd Troy before. Stung with my loss, and raving with despair, Abandoning my now forgotten care, Of counsel, comfort, and of hope, bereft, My sire, my son, my country gods, I left.
Página 16 - Meantime imperial Neptune heard the sound Of raging billows breaking on the ground. Displeased, and fearing for his...
Página 70 - Ev'n when thy fleet is landed on the shore, And priests with holy vows the gods adore, Then with a purple veil involve your eyes, Lest hostile faces blast the sacrifice.
Página 32 - My son, my strength, whose mighty power alone Controls the Thunderer on his awful throne ! To thee thy much-afflicted mother flies, And on thy succour and thy faith relies.
Página 181 - I submit my streams. Wake, son of Venus, from thy pleasing dreams; And, when the setting stars are lost in day, To Juno's...
Página 205 - But could not bear th' unequal combat long; For, where the Trojans find the thickest throng, The ruin falls: their shatter'd shields give way, And their crush'd heads become an easy prey. They shrink for fear, abated of their rage, Nor longer dare in a blind fight engage ; Contented now to gall them from below With darts and slings, and with the distant bow.