The Works of the Greek and Roman Poets, Band 1,Teil 1Suttaby, Evance, and Fox, 1813 |
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... wound ; Fierce as he mov'd , his silver shafts resound . Breathing revenge , a sudden night he spread , And gloomy darkness roll'd about his head The fleet in view , he twang'd his deadly bow , And hissing fly the feather'd fates below ...
... wound ; Fierce as he mov'd , his silver shafts resound . Breathing revenge , a sudden night he spread , And gloomy darkness roll'd about his head The fleet in view , he twang'd his deadly bow , And hissing fly the feather'd fates below ...
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... conquest is the wealthy prey , Though mine the sweat and danger of the day . Some trivial present to my ships I bear ; Or barren praises pay the wounds of war . But know , proud monarch , I'm thy slave no Book 1 . 45 THE ILIAD .
... conquest is the wealthy prey , Though mine the sweat and danger of the day . Some trivial present to my ships I bear ; Or barren praises pay the wounds of war . But know , proud monarch , I'm thy slave no Book 1 . 45 THE ILIAD .
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... wound . ' At this , the sire embrac'd the maid again , So sadly lost , so lately sought in vain . Then near the altar of the darting king , Dispos'd in rank their hecatomb they bring ; With water purify their hands , and take The sacred ...
... wound . ' At this , the sire embrac'd the maid again , So sadly lost , so lately sought in vain . Then near the altar of the darting king , Dispos'd in rank their hecatomb they bring ; With water purify their hands , and take The sacred ...
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... wound ; There groan'd the chief in agonizing pain , Whom Greece at length shall wish , nor wish in vain . His forces Medon led from Lemnos ' shore , Oïleus ' son , whom beauteous Rhena bore . The ' Echalian race , in those high towers ...
... wound ; There groan'd the chief in agonizing pain , Whom Greece at length shall wish , nor wish in vain . His forces Medon led from Lemnos ' shore , Oïleus ' son , whom beauteous Rhena bore . The ' Echalian race , in those high towers ...
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... wounds and death they bring , And all the war descends upon the wing . But silent , breathing rage , resolv'd and skill'd By mutual aids to fix a doubtful field , Swift march the Greeks : the rapid dust around Darkening arises from the ...
... wounds and death they bring , And all the war descends upon the wing . But silent , breathing rage , resolv'd and skill'd By mutual aids to fix a doubtful field , Swift march the Greeks : the rapid dust around Darkening arises from the ...
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Achilles address'd Æneas Agamemnon Ajax arms Atreus Atrides bands battle beauteous bend beneath blood bold brave brazen breast chariot chief combat command coursers crown'd daring dart descends Diomed divine dreadful E'en Epeians Eurypylus eyes fair falchion fame fate fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames fleet force fury glory goddess godlike gods Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste hear heart Heaven heavenly Hector heroes Homer honours host Idomeneus ILIAD Ilion's immortal javelin Jove Jove's king lance Lycian maid martial mighty monarch Nestor night numbers o'er Oïleus Pallas pass'd Patroclus Phrygian pierc'd plain press'd Priam's prince prize proud Pylian race rage sacred seiz'd shade shakes shield shining ships shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke steeds stern Sthenelus stood swift thee thine thou Thracian throne thunder toils trembling Trojan troops Troy Troy's Tydeus Tydides Ulysses Virgil walls warrior woes wound youth
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Seite 67 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Seite 20 - My soul impels me to the embattled plains! Let me be foremost to defend the throne, And guard my father's glories, and my own. "Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates! (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Seite 22 - Me glory summons to the martial scene, The field of combat is the sphere for men. Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim, The first in danger as the first in fame.
Seite 32 - Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose : but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need.
Seite 8 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies ; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay ; So flourish these when those are pass'd away.
Seite 46 - This sceptre, form'd by temper'd steel, to prove An ensign of the delegates of Jove, From whom the power of laws and justice springs (Tremendous oath! inviolate to kings): By this I swear, when bleeding Greece again Shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain.
Seite 25 - Perhaps the mixture of some Graecisms and old words, after the manner of Milton, if done without too much affectation, might not have an ill effect in a version of this particular work, which most of any other seems to require a venerable antique cast. But certainly the use of modern terms of war and government, such as platoon, campaign, junto...
Seite 37 - ACHILLES' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing ! That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain ; Whose limbs, unburied on the naked shore, Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore; Since great Achilles and Atrides strove, Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove.
Seite 14 - Here, as the queen revolved with careful eyes The various textures and the various dyes, She chose a veil that shone superior far, And glow'd refulgent as the morning star.
Seite 21 - Till fate condemns me to the silent tomb. Fix'd is the term of all the race of earth ; And such the hard condition of our birth : No force can then resist, no flight can save, All sink alike, the fearful and the brave.