Translation of the Iliad of HomerS. Andrus and son, 1851 - 544 pages |
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... flames with fat of oxen slain ; God of the silver bow ! thy shafts employ , Avenge thy servant , and the Greeks destroy ! " Thus Chryses pray'd : the favouring power attends , And from Olympus ' lofty tops descends . Bent was his bow ...
... flames with fat of oxen slain ; God of the silver bow ! thy shafts employ , Avenge thy servant , and the Greeks destroy ! " Thus Chryses pray'd : the favouring power attends , And from Olympus ' lofty tops descends . Bent was his bow ...
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... flames that sparkle from her eyes ) : " Descends Minerva , in her guardian care , A heavenly witness of the wrongs I bear From Atreus ' son ! then let those eyes that view The daring crime , behold the vengeance too . " " Forbear ...
... flames that sparkle from her eyes ) : " Descends Minerva , in her guardian care , A heavenly witness of the wrongs I bear From Atreus ' son ! then let those eyes that view The daring crime , behold the vengeance too . " " Forbear ...
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... flames aspire ; The youths with instruments surround the fire . The thighs thus sacrificed , and entrails dress'd , The assistants part , transfix , and roast the rest : Then spread the tables , the repast prepare , Each takes his seat ...
... flames aspire ; The youths with instruments surround the fire . The thighs thus sacrificed , and entrails dress'd , The assistants part , transfix , and roast the rest : Then spread the tables , the repast prepare , Each takes his seat ...
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... flame . " Say , artful manager of heaven , " she cries , " Who now partakes the secrets of the skies ? Thy Juno knows not the decrees of fate , In vain the partner of imperial state . What favourite goddess then those cares divides ...
... flame . " Say , artful manager of heaven , " she cries , " Who now partakes the secrets of the skies ? Thy Juno knows not the decrees of fate , In vain the partner of imperial state . What favourite goddess then those cares divides ...
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... , The choicest morsels lie from every part . From the cleft wood the crackling flames aspire , While the fat victim feeds the sacred fire . 500 510 520 The thighs thus sacrificed , and entrails dress'd 56 THE ILIAD , BOOK II .
... , The choicest morsels lie from every part . From the cleft wood the crackling flames aspire , While the fat victim feeds the sacred fire . 500 510 520 The thighs thus sacrificed , and entrails dress'd 56 THE ILIAD , BOOK II .
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Achilles Æneas Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus arms Asius Atrides bands battle behold beneath blaze blood bold brave brazen breast breath chariot chief command coursers crown'd dare dart dead death descends Diomed divine dreadful dust Eurypylus Ev'n eyes fall fame fate fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames fleet flies force fury glory goddess godlike gods gore grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste heart heaven heavenly Hector hero honours host Idomeneus Ilion immortal javelin Jove Jove's king lance Lycian martial mighty Mnestheus monarch mortal Nestor numbers o'er Pallas pass'd Patroclus Peleus pierced plain Polydamas press'd Priam prize proud Pylian race rage rise sacred shade shield shining ships shore Simoïs sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stern stood stretch'd Swift Teucer thee Thetis thou throne thunder toils trembling Trojan troops Troy Tydeus Tydides Ulysses walls warrior wound youth
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Page 141 - 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.
Page xix - Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose : but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need.
Page 152 - ... ethereal throne, And all ye deathless powers! protect my son! Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown, To guard the 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...
Page ix - The truth of it is, Virgil seldom rises into very astonishing sentiments, where he is not fired by the Iliad.
Page 479 - He ceased. The Fates suppress'd his labouring breath, 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...
Page 270 - 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!
Page ix - Homer makes us hearers, and Virgil leaves us readers. If in the next place we take a view of the sentiments, the same presiding faculty is eminent in the sublimity and spirit of his thoughts. Longinus has given his opinion, that it was in this part Homer principally excelled.
Page 153 - Swift through the town the warrior bends his way. The wanton courser thus with reins unbound Breaks from his stall, and beats the trembling ground ; Pamper'd and proud, he seeks the wonted tides, And laves, in height of blood, his shining sides...
Page 270 - 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. 390 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 tho' we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us Glory gain, or Glory give!
Page ix - Aristotle had reason to say, He was the only Poet who had found out Living Words ; there are in him more daring Figures and Metaphors than in any good Author whatever. An Arrow is impatient to be on the Wing, a Weapon thirsts to drink the Blood of an Enemy, and the like.