The British poets, including translations, Volume 82C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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Achilles Æneas Ajax Antilochus arms Asius Atrides Automedon band battle Behold beneath blaze blood bold brave brazen breast breath chariot chief clouds coursers cries dart dead death Deiphobus descends divine dreadful dust E'en eyes falchion fall fame fate fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flame fleet flew flies force fury glory goddess godlike gods gore grace Grecian Greece Greeks grief groan hand heaps heart Heaven Hector hero hero's honours host Idomeneus Ilion immortal javelin Jove Jove's king lance loved Lycian martial Merion mighty mortal Neptune numbers o'er Oïleus panting Patroclus Peleus Pelides Phoebus pierced plain Polydamas press'd Priam prize race rage resound rise round sacred Sarpedon Scamander shades shield shining ships shore Simoïs sire skies slain sorrows soul spear spoke stands steeds stern stood stretch'd Swift tears Teucer thee Thetis thou throne thunder trembling Trojan Troy turn'd walls warrior wound youth
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Page 321 - Troy then moves to Priam's court again, A solemn, silent, melancholy train: Assembled there, from pious toil they rest, And sadly shared the last sepulchral feast. Such honours Ilion to her hero paid, And peaceful slept the mighty Hector's shade. CONCLUDING NOTE. We have now passed through the Iliad,
Page 310 - One universal solemn shower began; They bore as heroes, but they felt as man. Satiate at length with unavailing woes, From the high throne divine Achilles rose; The reverend monarch by the hand he raised On his white beard and form majestic gazed, Not unrelenting; then serene began With words to sooth the miserable man:
Page 323 - who (I am sure) sincerely 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 310 - For him thus prostrate at thy feet I lay; Large gifts proportion'd to thy wrath I bear; O hear the wretched, and the gods revere! ' Think of thy father, and this face behold See him in me, as helpless and as old! Though not so wretched: there he yields to
Page 319 - No mark of pain, or violence of face; Rosy and fair! as Phoebus' silver bow Dismiss'd thee gently to the shades below.' Thus spoke the dame, and melted into tears. Sad Helen next in pomp of grief appears; Fast from the shining sluices of her eyes Fall the round crystal drops, while thus she cries.
Page 254 - o'er thee, mix'd the tender shower! Some comfort that had been, some sad relief, To melt in full satiety of grief!' Thus wail'd the father, groveling on the ground, And all the eyes of Ilion stream'd around. Amidst her matrons Hecuba appears (A mourning princess, and a train in tears),
Page 289 - feels ; Quite through and through the point its passage found, And at his feet fell bloody to the ground. The wounded bird, ere yet she breathed her last, With flagging wings alighted on the mast, A moment hung, and spread her pinions there, Then sudden dropp'd, and left her life in air. From the pleased crowd
Page 61 - She said. With awe divine, the queen of love Obey'd the sister and the wife of Jove; And from her fragrant breast the zone unbraced, With various skill and high embroidery graced. In this was every art, and every charm, To win the wisest, and the coldest warm:
Page 228 - etherial arms : Heaven in loud thunder bids the trumpet sound ; And wide beneath them groans the rending ground. Jove, as his sport, the dreadful scene descries, And views contending gods with careless eyes. The power of battles lifts his brazen spear, And first assaults the radiant queen of war : ' What moved thy madness, thus to disunite
Page 302 - The purest water of the living spring: (Her ready hands the ewer and bason held) Then took the golden cup his queen had fill'd; On the mid pavement pours the rosy wine, Uplifts his eyes, and calls the power divine: ' O first and greatest! heaven's imperial lord On lofty Ida's holy hill adored