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... night he spread , And gloomy darkness roll'd about his head . The fleet in view , he twang'd his deadly bow , And ... nights , through all the dusky air B. I. 23 THE ILIAD .
... night he spread , And gloomy darkness roll'd about his head . The fleet in view , he twang'd his deadly bow , And ... nights , through all the dusky air B. I. 23 THE ILIAD .
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Including Translations ... British poets. For nine long nights , through all the dusky air , The pyres , thick - flaming , shot a dismal glare . But ere the tenth revolving day was run , Inspired by Juno , Thetis ' godlike son Convened ...
Including Translations ... British poets. For nine long nights , through all the dusky air , The pyres , thick - flaming , shot a dismal glare . But ere the tenth revolving day was run , Inspired by Juno , Thetis ' godlike son Convened ...
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... night ; the chiefs beside their vessel lie , Till rosy morn had purpled o'er the sky : Then launch , and hoist the mast : indulgent gales , Supplied by Phœbus , fill the swelling sails ; The milk - white canvass bellowing as they blow ...
... night ; the chiefs beside their vessel lie , Till rosy morn had purpled o'er the sky : Then launch , and hoist the mast : indulgent gales , Supplied by Phœbus , fill the swelling sails ; The milk - white canvass bellowing as they blow ...
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... night— 6 Fly hence , deluding dream ! and light as air To Agamemnon's ample tent repair . Bid him in arms draw forth ... nights in indolent repose . Monarch , awake ! ' tis Jove's command I bear , Thou , and thy glory , claim his ...
... night— 6 Fly hence , deluding dream ! and light as air To Agamemnon's ample tent repair . Bid him in arms draw forth ... nights in indolent repose . Monarch , awake ! ' tis Jove's command I bear , Thou , and thy glory , claim his ...
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... night . A thousand schemes the monarch's mind employ ; Elate in thought , he sacks untaken Troy : Vain as he was , and to the future blind ; Nor saw what Jove and secret Fate design'd , What mighty toils to either host remain , What ...
... night . A thousand schemes the monarch's mind employ ; Elate in thought , he sacks untaken Troy : Vain as he was , and to the future blind ; Nor saw what Jove and secret Fate design'd , What mighty toils to either host remain , What ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax arms Atreus Atrides bands battle beauteous behold bend beneath blood bold brave brazen breast chariot chief combat command coursers crown'd daring dart descends Diomed dire divine dreadful E'en Epeians Eurypylus eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames fleet force fury glory goddess godlike gods gore grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste hear heart Heaven heavenly Hector heroes Homer honours host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion's immortal javelin Jove king lance Lycian maid martial mighty monarch Nestor night numbers o'er Pallas Pandarus pass'd Patroclus Phrygian pierced plain press'd Priam's prince prize proud Pylian race rage sacred shade shield shining ships shore Simoïs sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stern Sthenelus stood swift tent thee thou throne thunder toils trembling Trojan troops Troy Troy's Tydeus Tydides Ulysses Virgil walls warrior woes wound youth
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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.
Page 3 - It is to the strength of this amazing invention we are to attribute that unequalled fire and rapture which is so forcible in Homer, that no man of a true poetical spirit is master of himself while he reads him.