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Page 167 - 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.
Page 168 - Trojans, to defend the crown, Against his country's foes the war to wage, And rise the Hector of the future age ! So when triumphant from successful toils Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils, Whole hosts may hail him with deserved acclaim, And say, " This chief transcends his father's fame While pleased, amidst the general shouts of Troy, His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy.
Page 278 - A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, Is more than armies to the public weal.
Page 22 - Declare, O Muse ! in what ill-fated hour Sprung the fierce strife ; from what offended power? Latona's son a dire contagion spread, And heap'd the camp with mountains of the dead; The king of men his reverend priest defied And for the king's offence the people died.
Page 233 - Yet hear one word, and lodge it in thy heart: No more molest me on Atrides' part. Is it for him these tears are taught to flow, For him these sorrows ? for my mortal foe ? A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows : One should our interests and our passions be ; My friend must hate the man that injures me.
Page 38 - The sire of gods, and all th' ethereal train, On the warm limits of the farthest main, Now mix with mortals, nor disdain to grace The feasts of Ethiopia's blameless race ; Twelve days the powers indulge the genial rite, Returning with the twelfth revolving light. Then will I mount the brazen dome, and move The high tribunal of immortal Jove.
Page 4 - If a council be called, or a battle fought, you are not coldly informed of what was said or done as from a third person ; the reader is hurried out of himself by the force of the poet's imagination, and turns in one place to a hearer, in another to a spectator.
Page 22 - 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.
Page 27 - Such as a king might ask ; and let it be A treasure worthy her and worthy me. Or grant me this, or with a monarch's claim This hand shall seize some other captive dame. The mighty Ajax shall his prize resign, Ulysses' spoils, or e'en thy own be mine.