Ovid's Epistles; With His Amours

Ovid's Epistles; With His Amours

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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. 1776 edition. Excerpt: ... so eagerly he flies again. How dreadsul the contending Waves appear! These Winter Storms by force would keep you here. The Storms are kinder, and the Winds more true! Let.me owe them, what I would owe to you. You'll mew your Hatred at too dear a Rate, If, to fly me, you run on certain Fate. Stay only till these raging Tempest cease, And breeding Halcyons all my Fears release. Then you perhaps may change your cruel Mind, And will learn Pity from the Sea and Wind. Are you not warn'd by all you've selt and seen? And will you tempt the faithless Floods again? Tho' 'twere calm now, it would not long be so; Think to what distant Countries you would go. There's not one God who will that Vessel bless, Which Lies, and Frauds, and Perjuries oppress. The Sea let ev'ry faithsul Lover sear. The Queen of Love rose thence, and Governs there. Still the dear Cause of all my Ills I love, And my last Words Heav'n for your Sasety move; That your false Flight may not as fatal be To you, as your dissembled Love to me. But in the Storm, when the huge Billows roll, (Th' unlucky Omen may kind Heav'n controul) Think w hat distracting Thoughts will sill your Soul. You'll then remember ev'xy broken Vow. With Horror think on Murder'd Dido too. My Ghost all pale and ghastly shall be there. With mortal Wounds still bleeding I'll appear. Then you wilt own what to such Crimes is due, And think each Flash of Lightning aim'd at you.. Your cruel Flight till the next Calm delay. Your quiet Passage will reward your Stay. I beg not for my self, but do not join. The Guilt of your Afcanius' Death to mine. What has your Son, what have your Gods descrv'd? For a worse Fate were they from Flames preserv'd? But sure you neither fav'd them from the Fire, Nor on your Shoulders bore your aged...show more

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  • Paperback | 104 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 6mm | 200g
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  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236629221
  • 9781236629227