Homer's Stories Simply Told

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T. Nelson and Sons, 1882 - Death - 284 pages
 

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Page 196 - And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below. They saw the gleaming river seaward flow From the inner land: far off, three mountain-tops, Three silent pinnacles of aged snow, Stood sunset-flush'd : and, dew'd with showery drops, Up-clomb the shadowy pine above the woven copse. The charmed sunset linger'd low adown In the red West : thro...
Page 24 - And his cheek brighten'd as the foam-bow brightens When the wind blows the foam, and all my heart Went forth to embrace him coming ere he came.
Page 148 - Then ceased for ever, by the Furies tied, His fateful voice. The intrepid chief replied With unabated rage—" So let it be ! Portents and prodigies are lost on me. I know my fate : to die, to see no more My much-loved parents, and my native shore — Enough — when heaven ordains, I sink in night : Now perish Troy ! " He said, and rush'd to fight. BOOK XX. ARGUMENT. THE BATTLE OF THE GODS, AND THE ACTS OF ACHILLES. Jupiter, upon Achilles' return to the battle, calls a council of the gods, and permits...
Page 24 - Lotos and lilies: and a wind arose, And overhead the wandering ivy and vine, This way and that, in many a wild festoon Ran riot, garlanding the gnarled boughs With bunch and berry and flower thro
Page 139 - Hosts dropp'd their arms, and trembled as they heard ; And back the chariots roll, and coursers bound, And steeds and men lie mingled on the ground. Aghast they see the living lightnings play, And turn their eyeballs from the flashing ray. Thrice from the trench his dreadful voice he raised ; And thrice they fled, confounded and amazed.
Page 161 - By thy own soul ! by those who gave thee breath ! By all the sacred prevalence of prayer ; Ah, leave me not for Grecian dogs to tear ! The common rites of sepulture bestow, To soothe a father's and a mother's woe; 430 Let their large gifts procure an urn at least, And Hector's ashes in his country rest.
Page 137 - On these conditions will I breathe : till then, I blush to walk among the race of men." A flood of tears, at this, the goddess shed : " Ah then, I see thee dying, see thee dead ! When Hector falls, thou diest.
Page 158 - I'll restore : Now plight thy mutual oath, I ask no more." " Talk not of oaths (the dreadful chief replies, While anger flash'd from his disdainful eyes), Detested as thou art, and ought...
Page 98 - And, whelm'd beneath thy waves, drop the huge wall : Vast drifts of sand shall change the former shore : The ruin vanish'd, and the name no more.
Page 57 - And whose bright presence gilds thy Chrysa's shores ; If e'er with wreaths I hung thy sacred fane, Or fed the flames with fat of oxen slain ; God of the silver bow ! thy shafts employ, Avenge thy servant, and the Greeks destroy.

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