Medulla Poetarum Romanorum Or, the Most Beautiful and Instructive Passages of the Roman Poets. Being a Collection, (Disposed under proper Heads,) Of such Descriptions, Allusions, Comparisons, Characters, and Sentiments, as may best serve to shew the Religion, Learning, Politicks, Arts, Customs, Opinions, Manners, and Circumstances of the Antients. With Translations of the same in English Verse. By Mr. Henry Baker |
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Eagle.
As when the tawny Eagle tow'ring high,
Sticks with her griping Talons in a Snake,
And snatches him aloft: He wounded writhes
His tortuous Volumes, and with stiffen'd Scales
Stares horrid: hisses loud, and in the Air
Erects his threat'ning Head: She not the less
Plies him, reluctant, with her hooky Beak;
And with her sounding Pinions beats the Sky.—
Sticks with her griping Talons in a Snake,
And snatches him aloft: He wounded writhes
His tortuous Volumes, and with stiffen'd Scales
Stares horrid: hisses loud, and in the Air
Erects his threat'ning Head: She not the less
Plies him, reluctant, with her hooky Beak;
And with her sounding Pinions beats the Sky.—
Not with more Ease the sacred Bird of Mars,
The Faulcon, from a lofty Cliff pursues
A Dove sublime in Air, and gripes her seiz'd,
And scoops her Entrails with his hooky Claws:
Torn Plumes and Blood fall mingled from the Sky.—
The Faulcon, from a lofty Cliff pursues
A Dove sublime in Air, and gripes her seiz'd,
And scoops her Entrails with his hooky Claws:
Torn Plumes and Blood fall mingled from the Sky.—
In the vermilion Sky Jove's tow'ring Bird
A Flock of River Fowl with sounding Wings
Before him drove: Then, stooping to the Waves,
With his sharp Pounces snatch'd and bore aloft
A stately Swan.—
A Flock of River Fowl with sounding Wings
Before him drove: Then, stooping to the Waves,
With his sharp Pounces snatch'd and bore aloft
A stately Swan.—
When Jove's bold Bird, on some tall Cedar's Head,
Has a new Race of gen'rous Eaglets bred,
While, yet unplum'd, within the Nest they lye,
Wary she turns 'em to the Eastern Sky:
Then, if unequal to the God of Day,
Abash'd they shrink, and shun the potent Ray,
She spurns them forth, and casts them quite away:
But if with daring Eyes unmov'd they gaze,
Withstand the Light, and bear the golden Blaze,
Tender she broods them, with a Parent's Love,
The future Servants of her Master Jove.—
Has a new Race of gen'rous Eaglets bred,
While, yet unplum'd, within the Nest they lye,
Wary she turns 'em to the Eastern Sky:
Then, if unequal to the God of Day,
Abash'd they shrink, and shun the potent Ray,
She spurns them forth, and casts them quite away:
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Withstand the Light, and bear the golden Blaze,
Tender she broods them, with a Parent's Love,
The future Servants of her Master Jove.—
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