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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Shout.
See Battle.
Now all the ready Legions vow to join
Their Chief belov'd, in ev'ry bold Design:
All lift their well-approving Hands on high,
And rend with Peals of loud Applause the Sky.
Such is the Sound, when Thracian Boreas spreads
His weighty Wings o'er Ossa's piny Heads:
At once the noisy Groves are all inclin'd,
And, bending, roar beneath the sweeping Wind:
At once their rattling Branches All they rear,
And drive the leafy Clamour thro' the Air.—
Their Chief belov'd, in ev'ry bold Design:
All lift their well-approving Hands on high,
And rend with Peals of loud Applause the Sky.
Such is the Sound, when Thracian Boreas spreads
His weighty Wings o'er Ossa's piny Heads:
At once the noisy Groves are all inclin'd,
And, bending, roar beneath the sweeping Wind:
At once their rattling Branches All they rear,
And drive the leafy Clamour thro' the Air.—
As when the Winds, against the rocky Shore
The Billows drive, or make the Forests roar:
So loud the Shout, when rich and strangely drest
The Player comes, they clap his gawdy Vest.
Well, hath the Actor spoken? Not a Line:
Why then d'ye clap? Oh, Sir, his Cloths are fine.—
The Billows drive, or make the Forests roar:
So loud the Shout, when rich and strangely drest
The Player comes, they clap his gawdy Vest.
Well, hath the Actor spoken? Not a Line:
Why then d'ye clap? Oh, Sir, his Cloths are fine.—
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