The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, Band 19Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... goddess ! I thy dictates hear . Hard as it is , my vengeance I suppress : Those who revere the gods , the gods will bless . " He said , observant of the blue - ey'd maid ; Then in the sheath return'd the shining blade . The goddess ...
... goddess ! I thy dictates hear . Hard as it is , my vengeance I suppress : Those who revere the gods , the gods will bless . " He said , observant of the blue - ey'd maid ; Then in the sheath return'd the shining blade . The goddess ...
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... goddess born ; Him , awful najesty exalts above The powers of Earth , and scepter'd son of Jove . Let both unite , with well - consenting mind , So shall authority with strength be join'd . Leave me , O king ! to calm Achilles ' rage ...
... goddess born ; Him , awful najesty exalts above The powers of Earth , and scepter'd son of Jove . Let both unite , with well - consenting mind , So shall authority with strength be join'd . Leave me , O king ! to calm Achilles ' rage ...
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... goddess - mother heard . The waves divide ; And like a mist she rose above the tide ; Beheld him mourning on the naked shores , And thus the sorrows of his soul explores . " Why grieves my son ? Thy anguish let me share , Reveal the ...
... goddess - mother heard . The waves divide ; And like a mist she rose above the tide ; Beheld him mourning on the naked shores , And thus the sorrows of his soul explores . " Why grieves my son ? Thy anguish let me share , Reveal the ...
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... goddess stood : one hand she plac'd Beneath his beard , and one his knee embrac'd : " If e'er , O father of the gods ! " she said , " My words could please thee , or my actions aid ; Some marks of honour on my son bestow , And pay in ...
... goddess stood : one hand she plac'd Beneath his beard , and one his knee embrac'd : " If e'er , O father of the gods ! " she said , " My words could please thee , or my actions aid ; Some marks of honour on my son bestow , And pay in ...
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... goddess - mother , with our sire comply , Nor break the sacred union of the sky ; Lest rous'd to rage , he shake the blest abodes , Lanch the red lightning , and dethrone the gods . If you submit , the thunderer stands appeas'd ; The ...
... goddess - mother , with our sire comply , Nor break the sacred union of the sky ; Lest rous'd to rage , he shake the blest abodes , Lanch the red lightning , and dethrone the gods . If you submit , the thunderer stands appeas'd ; The ...
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Achilles Æneas Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Atrides band bear behold beneath blood bold brave breast chariot chief command coursers crown'd dart death descends dire divine dreadful Earth Eurymachus Ev'n eyes fair falchion fame fate father fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies flood force fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste heart Heaven Hector hero honours host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion javelin Jove king labours lance land Latian Lycian maid Menelaus mighty Mnestheus monarch mortal Neptune night numbers o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain poet Priam prince proud Pylian queen race rage rising sacred seas shade shield shining ships shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stood swain Swift sword tears Telemachus thee thou thunder toils train trembling Trojan Troy Turnus Ulysses Virgil walls warrior winds woes wound wretched youth
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Seite 58 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, 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...
Seite 210 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Seite 75 - Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas ! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom, The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give...
Seite 329 - I have endeavoured to make Virgil speak such English, as he would himself have spoken, if he had been born in England, and in this present age.
Seite 61 - Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Seite 18 - He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows,* Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate and sanction of the god : High heaven with trembling the dread signal took, And all Olympus to the centre shook.
Seite 297 - The fiery courser, when he hears from far The sprightly trumpets, and the shouts of war, Pricks up his ears ; and, trembling with delight.
Seite 131 - Scarce the whole people stop his desperate course, While strong affliction gives the feeble force: Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe. At length he roll'd in dust, and thus begun, Imploring all, and naming one by one: 'Ah! let me, let me go where sorrow calls; I, only I, will issue from your walls (Guide or companion, friends!
Seite 11 - But that which is to be allowed him, and which very much contributed to cover his defects, is a daring fiery spirit that animates his translation, which is something like what one might imagine Homer himself would have writ before he arrived at years of discretion.
Seite 157 - Perverse mankind ! whose wills, created free, Charge all their woes on absolute decree ; All to the dooming gods their guilt translate, And follies are miscall'd the crimes of Fate.