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Achilles appear arms attend band bear beneath blood bold brave breaſt chief command dead death deep deſcends divine dreadful earth eyes fair fall fame fate father fear field fierce fight fire firſt force give glory Goddeſs Gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand head hear heart Heaven Hector hero himſelf honours Italy Jove kind king labours land laſt light live lord Mean mighty mind mortal muſt night o'er once plain poet prince queen race rage riſe ſacred ſaid ſee ſhall ſhore ſhould ſkies ſome ſon ſoul ſpoke ſpread ſtand ſuch tears thee theſe thoſe thou thought thunder toils train trembling Trojan Troy turn Ulyſſes Virgil voice walls waves whole whoſe winds woes wound youth
Seite 14 - 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 29 - Lo, seven are offer'd, and of equal charms. Then hear, Achilles ! be of better mind ; Revere thy roof, and to thy guests be kind ; And know the men, of all the Grecian host, Who honour worth, and prize thy valour most.
Seite 94 - But least, the sons of Priam's hateful race. Die then, my friend! what boots it to deplore? The great, the good Patroclus is no more! He, far thy better, was foredoom'd to die, And thou, dost thou bewail mortality?
Seite 398 - O'erleaps the fences of the nightly fold, And tears the peaceful flocks: with silent awe Trembling they lie, and pant beneath his paw. Nor with less rage Euryalus employs The wrathful sword, or fewer foes destroys; But on th' ignoble crowd his fury flew; He Fadus, Hebesus, and Rhoetus slew.
Seite 102 - And his eyes stiffen'd at the hand of death; To the dark realm the spirit wings its way (The manly body left a load of clay,) And plaintive glides along the dreary coast, A naked, wandering, melancholy ghost! Achilles, musing as he roll'd his eyes O'er the dead hero, thus (unheard) replies; Die thou the first! When Jove and Heaven ordain, I follow thee...
Seite 327 - His words are not only chosen, but the places in which he ranks them for the sound. He who removes them from the station wherein their master set them spoils the harmony. What he says of the Sibyl's prophecies may be as properly applied to every word of his: they must be read in order as they lie; the least breath discomposes them and somewhat of their divinity is lost.