 | Marcus Tullius Cicero - 1808 - 436 lehte
...smiles. Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulph, and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Nor the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 664 lehte
...smiles. Not the rough whirlwind, that deforms Adria's black gulf, and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move; Nor the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole... | |
 | Samuel Greatheed, Daniel Parken, Theophilus Williams, Josiah Conder, Thomas Price, Jonathan Edwards Ryland, Edwin Paxton Hood - 1821 - 624 lehte
...smiles. ' Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf, and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; . •. Nor the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roer, and strength to fly. ' Should tbe... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 304 lehte
...smiles. Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf, and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move, Nor the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1840 - 298 lehte
...smiles. Not the rough whirlwind, that deforms Adria's black gulf, and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Nor the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Such were the... | |
 | Joseph Addison - 1837 - 548 lehte
...smiles. Not the rough whirlwind, that deforms Adria's black .gulf, and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Nor the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly Should the whole... | |
 | 1905 - 398 lehte
...smiles. Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf, and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Nor the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole... | |
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... rude rabble's insolence despise, Their senseless clamours and tumultuous cries ¡ The tyrant's fierceness he beguiles, And the stern brow, and the harsh voice defies, And with superior greatness smiles. Not the rough whirlwind, that deforms Adria's... 