The Iliad of Homer: Books I-XIIBorradaile, 1825 |
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... ground . May Jove restore you , when your toils are o'er , Safe to the pleasures of your native shore . But oh ! relieve a wretched parent's pain , And give Chryseïs to these arms again ; If mercy fail , yet let my presents move , And ...
... ground . May Jove restore you , when your toils are o'er , Safe to the pleasures of your native shore . But oh ! relieve a wretched parent's pain , And give Chryseïs to these arms again ; If mercy fail , yet let my presents move , And ...
Page 38
... ground His sceptre starr'd with golden studs around . Then sternly silent sat . With like disdain , The raging king return'd his frowns again . To calm their passions with the words of age , Slow from his seat arose the Pylian sage ...
... ground His sceptre starr'd with golden studs around . Then sternly silent sat . With like disdain , The raging king return'd his frowns again . To calm their passions with the words of age , Slow from his seat arose the Pylian sage ...
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... ground : Breathless I fell , in giddy motion lost ; The Sinthians rais'd me on the Lemnian coast . He said , and to her hands the goblet heav'd Which , with a smile , the white - arm'd queen receiv ' L Then to the rest he fill'd ; and ...
... ground : Breathless I fell , in giddy motion lost ; The Sinthians rais'd me on the Lemnian coast . He said , and to her hands the goblet heav'd Which , with a smile , the white - arm'd queen receiv ' L Then to the rest he fill'd ; and ...
Page 54
... ground Fame flies before , the messenger of Jove , And shining soars , and claps her wings above . Nine sacred heralds now , proclaining loud The monarchs's will , suspends the listening crowd . Soon as the throngs in order rang'd ...
... ground Fame flies before , the messenger of Jove , And shining soars , and claps her wings above . Nine sacred heralds now , proclaining loud The monarchs's will , suspends the listening crowd . Soon as the throngs in order rang'd ...
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... ground A mighty dragon shòt , of dire portent ; From Jove himself the dreadful sign was sent . Straight to the tree his sanguine spires he roll'd , And curl'd around in many a winding fold . The topmost branch a mother - bird possest ...
... ground A mighty dragon shòt , of dire portent ; From Jove himself the dreadful sign was sent . Straight to the tree his sanguine spires he roll'd , And curl'd around in many a winding fold . The topmost branch a mother - bird possest ...
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax arms Asius Atrides bands beauteous bend beneath blood bold brave brazen breast chariot chief Chryses combat command coursers crown'd dare dart descend Diomed divine dreadful Eurypylus eyes fair falchion fall fame fate fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames fleet force fury glory Goddess godlike Gods gore Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste hear heart heaven heavenly Hector heroes Homer honours host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion's immortal javelin Jove Jove's king lance Lycian maid martial Menelaus Menestheus mighty monarch Nestor night numbers o'er Oeneus Pallas Patroclus Phrygian pierc'd plain powers Priam's prince prize proud Pylian race rage sacred Sarpedon seiz'd shade shakes shield shining ships shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stern Sthenelus stood Swift Teucer thee thou throng thunder toils towers trembling Trojan troops Troy Troy's Tydeus Tydides Ulysses walls warrior woes wound youth
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Page 199 - 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 the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Page 30 - 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 279 - 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...
Page v - For when the mode of learning changed in following ages, and science was delivered in a plainer manner ; it then became as reasonable in the more modern poets to lay it aside, as it was in Homer to make use of it. And perhaps it was no unhappy circumstance for Virgil, that there was not in his time...
Page ii - 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.
Page 231 - Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know. But let us haste — Night rolls the hours away, The reddening orient shows the coming day, The stars shine fainter on the ethereal plains, And of night's empire but a third remains.
Page 86 - They cried, No wonder such celestial charms For nine long years have set the world in arms ; What winning graces! what majestic mien! She moves a goddess, and she looks a queen.
Page 101 - The day shall come, that great avenging day, Which Troy's proud glories in the dust shall lay, When Priam's powers and Priam's self shall fall, And one prodigious ruin swallow all.
Page xii - Homer was the greater genius, Virgil the better artist. In one we most admire the man, in the other the work. Homer hurries and transports us with a commanding impetuosity, Virgil leads us with an attractive majesty. Homer scatters with a generous profusion, Virgil bestows with a careful magnificence.
Page 37 - Tis ours, the chance of fighting fields to try; Thine to look on and bid the valiant die; So much 'tis safer through the camp to go, And rob a subject, than despoil a foe. Scourge of thy people, violent and base! Sent in Jove's anger on a slavish race; Who, lost to sense of generous freedom past, Are tamed to wrongs; — or this had been thy last.