2012, ISBN: 1231072911

[EAN: 9781231072912], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers … Plus…

[EAN: 9781231072912], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****. This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: .all her breast. She raves, she runs with a distracted pace, And fills, with horrid howls, the public place. And, as young striplings whip the top for sport, On the smooth pavement of an empty court; The wooden engine flies and whirls about, Admired, with clamours, of the beardless rout; They lash aloud; each other they provoke, And lend their little souls at every stroke; Thus fares the queen; and thus her fury blows Amidst the crowd, and kindles as she goes. Not yet content, she strains her malice more, And adds new ills to those contrived before: She flies the town, and, mixing with the throng Of madding matrons, bears the bride along, Wandering through woods and wilds, and devi-ous ways, And with these arts the Trojan match delays. She feign d the rites of Bacchus; cried aloud, And to the buxom god the virgin vow d. Evoe! O Bacchus! thus began the song; And Evoe! answer d all the female throng. O virgin worthy thee alone! she cried; O worthy thee alone! the crew replied. For thee she feeds her hair, she leads thy dance, And with thy winding ivy wreaths her lance. Like fury seized the rest: the progress known, All seek the mountains, and forsake the town: All clad in skins of beasts, the javelin bear, Give to the wanton winds their flowing hair; And shrieks and shoutings rend the suffering air. The queen herself, inspired with rage divine, Shook high above her head a flaming pine, Then roll d her haggard eyes around the throng, And sung in Turnus name the nuptial song: Io! ye Latian dames, if any here Hold your unhappy queen, Amata, dear; If there be here (she said), who dare maintain My right, nor think the name of mother vain; Unbind your fillets, loose your flowing hair, And orgies and nocturnal rites prepare. Amata s breast the Fury thus.<

2012, ISBN: 1231072911

[EAN: 9781231072912], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers c… Plus…

[EAN: 9781231072912], Neubuch, [PU: Rarebooksclub.com, United States], Brand New Book ***** Print on Demand *****.This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1822 Excerpt: .all her breast. She raves, she runs with a distracted pace, And fills, with horrid howls, the public place. And, as young striplings whip the top for sport, On the smooth pavement of an empty court; The wooden engine flies and whirls about, Admired, with clamours, of the beardless rout; They lash aloud; each other they provoke, And lend their little souls at every stroke; Thus fares the queen; and thus her fury blows Amidst the crowd, and kindles as she goes. Not yet content, she strains her malice more, And adds new ills to those contrived before: She flies the town, and, mixing with the throng Of madding matrons, bears the bride along, Wandering through woods and wilds, and devi-ous ways, And with these arts the Trojan match delays. She feign d the rites of Bacchus; cried aloud, And to the buxom god the virgin vow d. Evoe! O Bacchus! thus began the song; And Evoe! answer d all the female throng. O virgin worthy thee alone! she cried; O worthy thee alone! the crew replied. For thee she feeds her hair, she leads thy dance, And with thy winding ivy wreaths her lance. Like fury seized the rest: the progress known, All seek the mountains, and forsake the town: All clad in skins of beasts, the javelin bear, Give to the wanton winds their flowing hair; And shrieks and shoutings rend the suffering air. The queen herself, inspired with rage divine, Shook high above her head a flaming pine, Then roll d her haggard eyes around the throng, And sung in Turnus name the nuptial song: Io! ye Latian dames, if any here Hold your unhappy queen, Amata, dear; If there be here (she said), who dare maintain My right, nor think the name of mother vain; Unbind your fillets, loose your flowing hair, And orgies and nocturnal rites prepare. Amata s breast the Fury thus.<