The Works of the English Poets: Pope's Homer. The Iliad -v.37-38 Pope's Homer. The OdysseyH. Hughs, 1779 |
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... dead to fame I waste no anger , for they feel no shame : lofe ; But you , the pride , the flower of all our host , My heart weeps blood to see your glory loft ! Nor deem this day , this battle , all you A day more black , a fate more ...
... dead to fame I waste no anger , for they feel no shame : lofe ; But you , the pride , the flower of all our host , My heart weeps blood to see your glory loft ! Nor deem this day , this battle , all you A day more black , a fate more ...
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... dead , From Hector's hand a fhining javelin fled : He faw , and fhunn'd the death ; the forceful dart Sung on , and pierc'd Amphimachus's heart , Cteatus ' fon , of Neptune's forceful line ; Vain was his courage , and his race divine ...
... dead , From Hector's hand a fhining javelin fled : He faw , and fhunn'd the death ; the forceful dart Sung on , and pierc'd Amphimachus's heart , Cteatus ' fon , of Neptune's forceful line ; Vain was his courage , and his race divine ...
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... dead Strips his bright arms , Oïleus lops his head : Tofs'd like a ball , and whirl'd in air away , At Hector's feet the gory vifage lay . * 270 The God of Ocean , fir'd with stern disdain , And pierc'd with forrow for his grandson ...
... dead Strips his bright arms , Oïleus lops his head : Tofs'd like a ball , and whirl'd in air away , At Hector's feet the gory vifage lay . * 270 The God of Ocean , fir'd with stern disdain , And pierc'd with forrow for his grandson ...
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... dead ; And thus ( he cries ) behold thy promise sped ! Such is the help thy arms to Ilion bring , And fuch the contract of the Phrygian king ! Our offers now , illustrious prince ! receive ; For fuch an aid what will not Argos give ...
... dead ; And thus ( he cries ) behold thy promise sped ! Such is the help thy arms to Ilion bring , And fuch the contract of the Phrygian king ! Our offers now , illustrious prince ! receive ; For fuch an aid what will not Argos give ...
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... 615 620 To the cool fountains , through the well - known meads . So joys Æneas , as his native band Moves on in rank , and stretches o'er the land , C 4 Round Round dead Alcathous now the battle rofe ; d On ILIAD , 9 23 BOOK XIII .
... 615 620 To the cool fountains , through the well - known meads . So joys Æneas , as his native band Moves on in rank , and stretches o'er the land , C 4 Round Round dead Alcathous now the battle rofe ; d On ILIAD , 9 23 BOOK XIII .
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Achilles Æneas Ajax Antilochus arms Atrides Automedon blood bold brave breaſt breath chariot chief cloſe corpfe courfers courſe dart dead death defcends diftant divine dreadful duft Euphorbus Ev'n eyes facred faid falchion fall fame fate fhades fhall fhips fhore fide field fierce fight filver fire firſt flain flame flaughter flew flies fome forrows foul fpear ftern ftill fuch fury glory god-like Goddeſs Gods Grecian Greece Greeks hand Heaven Hector hero hoft honours Idomeneus Ilion javelin Jove Jove's king laft lance laſt Lycian Merion mortal muſt Neptune o'er Oïleus Patroclus Peleus Pelides Phoebus pierc'd plain Polydamas Priam prize purſue race rage refound rife riſe round ſaid Scamander ſhade ſhakes ſhall ſhine ſhore Simoïs ſkies ſpear ſpoke ſpread ſtand ſtate ſteeds ſtood ſtream Teucer thee thefe theſe Thetis thofe thoſe thou thunder trembling Trojan Troy warriour whofe whoſe wound youth
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Page 82 - This death deplored, to Hector's rage we owe ; Revenge, revenge it on the cruel foe. Where are those darts on which the Fates attend? And where the bow which Phoebus taught to bend?
Page 179 - We boldly camp'd beside a thousand Sail. I dread Pelides now : his Rage of Mind Not long continues to the Shores...
Page 34 - Achilles, great Achilles, yet remains On yonder decks, and yet o'erlooks the plains !" The counsel pleas'd; and Hector, with a bound, Leap'd from his chariot on the trembling ground; Swift as he leap'd, his clanging arms resound.
Page 85 - Yet undetermined, or to live or die ? What hopes remain, what methods to retire, If once your vessels catch the Trojan fire ? Mark how the flames approach, how near they fall, How Hector calls, and Troy obeys his call ! Not to the dance that dreadful voice invites, 600 It calls to death, and all the rage of fights.
Page 363 - I am sure, seriously rejoices with me at the period of my labours. To him, therefore, having brought this long work to a conclusion, I desire to dedicate it, and to have the honour and satisfaction of placing together in this manner the names of Mr. Congreve and of — A. Pope.
Page 160 - But erring from its aim, the' impetuous spear Struck to the dust the squire and charioteer Of martial Merion: Coeranus his name, Who left fair Lyctus for the fields of fame. On foot bold Merion fought; and now laid low, Had...
Page 16 - And, breathing slaughter, follow'd to the war. So Mars armipotent invades the plain, (The wide destroyer of the race of man...
Page 292 - E'en great and godlike thou art doom'd to fall. Hear then ; and as in fate and love we join, Ah...
Page 66 - By the dread honours of thy sacred head, And that unbroken vow, our virgin bed! Not by my arts the ruler of the main Steeps Troy in blood, and ranges round the plain: By his own ardour, his own pity sway'd, To help his Greeks, he fought and disobey'd: Else had thy Juno better counsels given, And taught submission to the sire of heaven.
Page 69 - With that he gives command to Fear and Flight To join his rapid coursers for the fight: Then grim in arms, with hasty vengeance flies; Arms that reflect a radiance through the skies.