The Iliad [of Homer].[J.B.] Lippincott [& Company,], 1883 - 500 Seiten |
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... shield , Let all excite the fiery steeds of war , And all for combat fit the rattling car . This day , this dreadful day , let each contend No rest , no respite , till the shades descend ; Till darkness , or till death , shall cover all ...
... shield , Let all excite the fiery steeds of war , And all for combat fit the rattling car . This day , this dreadful day , let each contend No rest , no respite , till the shades descend ; Till darkness , or till death , shall cover all ...
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Homer. With the huge shield each brawny arm depress'd , Each aching nerve refuse the lance to throw , And each spent courser at the chariot blow . Who dares , inglorious , in his ships to stay , Who dares to tremble on this signal day ...
Homer. With the huge shield each brawny arm depress'd , Each aching nerve refuse the lance to throw , And each spent courser at the chariot blow . Who dares , inglorious , in his ships to stay , Who dares to tremble on this signal day ...
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... shield , Blazed on her arm , and lighten'd all the field : Round the vast orb a hundred serpents roll'd , Form'd the ... shields , A gleamy splendor flash'd along the fields . Not less their number than the embodied cranes , Or milk ...
... shield , Blazed on her arm , and lighten'd all the field : Round the vast orb a hundred serpents roll'd , Form'd the ... shields , A gleamy splendor flash'd along the fields . Not less their number than the embodied cranes , Or milk ...
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... shield , a shining orb , he takes , And in his hand a pointed javelin shakes . With equal speed and fired by equal charms , The Spartan hero sheathes his limbs in arms . Now round the lists the admiring armies stand , With javelins fix ...
... shield , a shining orb , he takes , And in his hand a pointed javelin shakes . With equal speed and fired by equal charms , The Spartan hero sheathes his limbs in arms . Now round the lists the admiring armies stand , With javelins fix ...
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... shield the forceful weapon went , His corslet pierces , and his garment rends , And glancing downward , near his flank descends . The wary Trojan , bending from the blow , Eludes the death , and disappoints his foe : But fierce Atrides ...
... shield the forceful weapon went , His corslet pierces , and his garment rends , And glancing downward , near his flank descends . The wary Trojan , bending from the blow , Eludes the death , and disappoints his foe : But fierce Atrides ...
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Achilles Æneas Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus arms Asius Atrides bands battle behold beneath blood bold brave brazen breast breath chariot chief command coursers crown'd dare dart dead death descends Diomed divine dreadful dust Eurypylus eyes falchion 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 heaps heart heaven Hector hero Homer honors host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion immortal javelin Jove Jove's king lance Lycian martial mighty monarch mortal Nestor numbers o'er Pallas Paradise Lost Patroclus Peleus pierced plain poem press'd Priam prize proud race rage rise sacred Scamander shade shield shining ships shore Simoïs sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stern stood swift Teucer thee Thetis thou throne thunder toils trembling Trojan troops Troy Tydeus Tydides Ulysses Virgil walls warrior wound youth
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Seite 69 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Seite 252 - A wise physician skill'd our wounds to heal, Is more than armies to the public weal.
Seite 159 - 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 past away.
Seite 269 - 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!
Seite 168 - O thou! whose glory fills the 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...
Seite 406 - He bindeth up the waters in his thick clouds; and the cloud is not rent under them.
Seite 435 - On the other side, Incensed with indignation, Satan stood Unterrified, and like a comet burn'd, That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the Arctic sky, and from his horrid hair Shakes pestilence and war.
Seite 14 - The critic eye, that microscope of wit, Sees hairs and pores, examines bit by bit : How parts relate to parts, or they to whole, The body's harmony, the beaming soul, Are things which Kuster, Burman, Wasse shall see, When man's whole frame is obvious to a flea.
Seite 169 - ... condition of our birth. No force can then resist, no flight can save; All sink alike, the fearful and the brave. No more — but hasten to thy tasks at home, There guide the spindle, and direct the loom : Me glory summons to the martial scene, The field of combat is the sphere for men. Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim, The first in danger as the first in fame.
Seite 219 - 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.