From this the trembling king had oft descried The Grecian camp, and saw their navy ride.
My father, looking thro’ the shades, with fear, Cried out: ’Haste, haste, my son, the foes are nigh; Their swords and shining armor I descry.’
She look’d to seaward; but the sea was void, And scarce in ken the sailing ships descried.
And now the rising morn with rosy light Adorns the skies, and puts the stars to flight; When we from far, like bluish mists, descry The hills, and then the plains, of Italy.
Fierce Volscens foams with rage, and, gazing round, Descried not him who gave the fatal wound, Nor knew to fix revenge: "But thou," he cries, "Shalt pay for both," and at the pris’ner flies With his drawn sword.
Too late his blazing buckler they descry, And sparkling fires that shot from either eye, His mighty members, and his ample breast, His rattling armor, and his crimson crest.
The scouts with flying speed Return, and thro’ the frighted city spread Th’ unpleasing news, the Trojans are descried, In battle marching by the river side, And bending to the town.
This son of Dolon bore his grandsire’s name, But emulated more his father’s fame; His guileful father, sent a nightly spy, The Grecian camp and order to descry: Hard enterprise! and well he might require Achilles’ car and horses, for his hire: But, met upon the scout, th’ Aetolian prince In death bestow’d a juster recompense.
"Astonish’d at their voices and their sight, (Nor were they dreams, but visions of the night; I saw, I knew their faces, and descried, In perfect view, their hair with fillets tied;) I started from my couch; a clammy sweat On all my limbs and shiv’ring body sate.
Then Venus, who her hidden fraud descried, Which would the scepter of the world misguide To Libyan shores, thus artfully replied: "Who, but a fool, would wars with Juno choose, And such alliance and such gifts refuse, If Fortune with our joint desires comply?
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Dickens, Charles -- The Life and Adventures of Nicholas Nickleby