Specimens of the Poets and Poetry of Greece and RomeWilliam Peter Carey and Hart, 1847 - 530 страница |
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... thou possess'd of thine ? Great as thou art , and like a god in fight , Think not to rob me of a soldier's right . At thy demand shall I restore the maid ? First let the just equivalent be paid- Such as a king might ask ; and let it be ...
... thou possess'd of thine ? Great as thou art , and like a god in fight , Think not to rob me of a soldier's right . At thy demand shall I restore the maid ? First let the just equivalent be paid- Such as a king might ask ; and let it be ...
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... thou hast strength , ' twas heav'n that strength bestow'd ; For know , vain man , thy valour is from God . Haste , launch thy vessels , fly with speed away , Rule thy own realms with arbitrary sway : I heed thee not , but prize at equal ...
... thou hast strength , ' twas heav'n that strength bestow'd ; For know , vain man , thy valour is from God . Haste , launch thy vessels , fly with speed away , Rule thy own realms with arbitrary sway : I heed thee not , but prize at equal ...
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... thou run ? Ah , too forgetful of thy wife and son ! And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be , A widow I , an helpless orphan he ? For sure such courage length of life denies , And thou must fall , thy virtue's sacrifice . Greece ...
... thou run ? Ah , too forgetful of thy wife and son ! And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be , A widow I , an helpless orphan he ? For sure such courage length of life denies , And thou must fall , thy virtue's sacrifice . Greece ...
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... Thou mov'st as conscious of thy master's wo ! Seest thou these lids that now unfold in vain ? ( The deed of Noman and his wicked train . ) Oh ! didst thou feel for thy afflicted lord , And would but fate the power of speech afford ...
... Thou mov'st as conscious of thy master's wo ! Seest thou these lids that now unfold in vain ? ( The deed of Noman and his wicked train . ) Oh ! didst thou feel for thy afflicted lord , And would but fate the power of speech afford ...
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... thou need'st to fear , For thou to all the heavenly host are dear . Know , from our love , thou shalt a son obtain , Who over the proud realm of Troy shall reign ; From whom a race of monarchs shall descend , And whose posterity shall ...
... thou need'st to fear , For thou to all the heavenly host are dear . Know , from our love , thou shalt a son obtain , Who over the proud realm of Troy shall reign ; From whom a race of monarchs shall descend , And whose posterity shall ...
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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.