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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Anger.
See Rage.
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Cybele, nor Phœbus, Pythian God,
Nor even Bacchus with such Fury shakes
The Bosoms of his Priests: not half so mad
The Corybantes, when with frequent Blows
On the shrill Brass they strike, as is the Mind
Where direful Anger reigns; Anger, which Swords,
The Tempests of the deep, relentless Fire,
Nor Jove himself can stop, tho' from an high,
He comes, tremendous, thund'ring down the Sky.—
Nor even Bacchus with such Fury shakes
The Bosoms of his Priests: not half so mad
The Corybantes, when with frequent Blows
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Where direful Anger reigns; Anger, which Swords,
The Tempests of the deep, relentless Fire,
Nor Jove himself can stop, tho' from an high,
He comes, tremendous, thund'ring down the Sky.—
The Man whose Reason can't his Wrath asswage,
Prevents, himself, the Mischiefs of his Rage:
Striking too soon does his own Blow defeat,
And smarts a-new, for Vengeance uncompleat.
Anger's short Madness: then command thy Soul,
And check thy Rage, which if not rul'd will rule;
With Bit and Rein it's headlong Course controul.—
Prevents, himself, the Mischiefs of his Rage:
Striking too soon does his own Blow defeat,
And smarts a-new, for Vengeance uncompleat.
Anger's short Madness: then command thy Soul,
And check thy Rage, which if not rul'd will rule;
With Bit and Rein it's headlong Course controul.—
Thy Blood with Passion boils, with Anger glow
Thy sparkling Eyes, and Thou dost say, and do,
What, should the mad Orestes hear and see,
He'd swear that Thou art madder much than He.—
Thy sparkling Eyes, and Thou dost say, and do,
What, should the mad Orestes hear and see,
He'd swear that Thou art madder much than He.—
Fair gentle Peace becomes the human Mind,
Rage is for Brutes of the most savage Kind:
It swells the Lips, and blackens all the Veins,
Whilst in the Eyes a more than Gorgon Horror reigns.—
Rage is for Brutes of the most savage Kind:
It swells the Lips, and blackens all the Veins,
Whilst in the Eyes a more than Gorgon Horror reigns.—
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