Specimens of the Poets and Poetry of Greece and RomeWilliam Peter Carey and Hart, 1847 - 530 страница |
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... honour stain'd , Is heaven offended , and a priest profaned ; Because my prize , my beauteous maid , I hold , And heavenly charms prefer to proffer'd gold ? A maid unmatch'd in manners as in face , Skill'd in each art and crown'd with ...
... honour stain'd , Is heaven offended , and a priest profaned ; Because my prize , my beauteous maid , I hold , And heavenly charms prefer to proffer'd gold ? A maid unmatch'd in manners as in face , Skill'd in each art and crown'd with ...
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... honour , enter our abodes Ye sacred ministers of men and gods ! I know your message ; by constraint you came ; Not you , but your imperious lord I blame . Patroclus , haste , the fair Briseïs bring ; Conduct my captive to the haughty ...
... honour , enter our abodes Ye sacred ministers of men and gods ! I know your message ; by constraint you came ; Not you , but your imperious lord I blame . Patroclus , haste , the fair Briseïs bring ; Conduct my captive to the haughty ...
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... honour on my son bestow , And pay in glory what in life you owe . Fame is at least by heav'nly promise due To life ... honours him they now disgrace . Thus Thetis spoke : but Jove in silence held Hail , rev'rend priest ! to Phœbus ...
... honour on my son bestow , And pay in glory what in life you owe . Fame is at least by heav'nly promise due To life ... honours him they now disgrace . Thus Thetis spoke : but Jove in silence held Hail , rev'rend priest ! to Phœbus ...
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... honour'd author of my birth and name ; By his decree I sought the Trojan town , By his instructions learn to win renown , To stand the first in worth as in command , And add new honours to my native land , Before mine eyes my mighty ...
... honour'd author of my birth and name ; By his decree I sought the Trojan town , By his instructions learn to win renown , To stand the first in worth as in command , And add new honours to my native land , Before mine eyes my mighty ...
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... honour yield To Jove's own daughters , vanquish'd as the brave Have often been , by honour done to thee . Book XII . " Cease , " Hector sternly answer'd- " cease this word , This warning voice , with scorn by Hector heard : Some ...
... honour yield To Jove's own daughters , vanquish'd as the brave Have often been , by honour done to thee . Book XII . " Cease , " Hector sternly answer'd- " cease this word , This warning voice , with scorn by Hector heard : Some ...
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Achilles Adic Admetus Agamemnon Ajax Antistrophe arms Athens Atrides bear behold beneath Bleps blest blood breath brow Chor CHORUS Chrem Cleon Clytemnestra coursers Creon dark daughter dead death deeds deep Demus didst divine doom dost thou dread e'en earth Edipus Eteocles eyes fair fame fate father fear friends glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks grief hand hath head hear heard heart heaven Hecuba honour host Iphigeneia Jove Jove's king Laius land light lord mighty monarch mortal ne'er night numbers o'er Patroclus Peleus Phei Plut Plutus poets Polybus Polynices race rage rock round sacred shalt shore sire sorrow soul speak Streps sweet tears tell Thebes thee Theseus thine thou art thou hast thunder Tiresias toil tomb Troy Ulysses voice wave wife wild wine words wretched youth
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Страница 269 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
Страница 9 - 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.
Страница 137 - THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, Having to advise the public, may speak free ; Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise ; Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace ; What can be juster in a state than this ? FROM HORACE.
Страница 512 - To-morrow you will live, you always cry; In what far country does this morrow lie, That 'tis so mighty long ere it arrive? Beyond the Indies does this morrow live? Tis so far-fetched, this morrow, that I fear Twill be both very old and very dear. To-morrow I will live, the fool does say; To-day itselfs too late, the wise lived yesterday.
Страница 220 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties all a summer' day, White smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Страница 25 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Страница 10 - 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,...
Страница 442 - Torn from his subjects, and his son's embrace, First let him see his friends in battle slain, And their untimely fate lament in vain : Arid when at length the cruel war shall cease, On hard conditions may he buy his peace ; Nor let him then enjoy supreme command But fall untimely by some hostile hand, And lie unburied in the common sand.
Страница 10 - Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast, Scar'd at the dazzling helm, and nodding crest.
Страница 466 - Before great Agamemnon reign'd, Reign'd kings as great as he, and brave, Whose huge ambition's now contain'd In the small compass of a grave: In endless night they sleep, unwept, unknown : No bard had they to make all time their own.