The Odyssey of Homer, Volume 1

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James Crissy, 1828 - Epic poetry, Greek

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Page 210 - 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.
Page 121 - Four acres was th' allotted space of ground, Fenc'd with a green enclosure all around. Tall thriving trees confess'd the fruitful mold; The red'ning apple ripens here to gold, Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows, With deeper red the full pomegranate glows, The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear, And verdant olives flourish round the year. The balmy spirit of the western gale Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail: Each dropping pear a following pear...
Page 63 - Temper'd with drugs of sovereign use, t' assuage The boiling bosom of tumultuous rage ; To clear the cloudy front of wrinkled Care, And dry the tearful sluices of Despair : Charm'd with that virtuous draught, th' exalted mind All sense of woe delivers to the wind.
Page 221 - Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms, And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms. When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves, The rough rock roars, tumultuous boil the waves...
Page 86 - THE saffron morn, with early blushes spread, Now rose refulgent from Tithonus' bed, With new-born day to gladden mortal sight, And gild the courts of heaven with sacred light.
Page 33 - Then studious she prepares the choicest flour, The strength of wheat, and wines an ample store. While to the rival train the prince returns, The martial goddess with impatience burns ; Like thee, Telemachus, in voice and size, With speed divine from street to street she flies, She bids the mariners prepar'd to stand, When night descends, embodied on the strand.
Page 222 - Aghast I stood, a monument of woe ! Now from the rocks the rapid vessel flies, And the hoarse din like distant thunder dies ; To Sol's bright isle our voyage we pursue, And now the glittering mountains rise to view. There, sacred to the radiant god of day, Graze the fair herds, the flocks promiscuous stray ; Then suddenly was heard along the main To low the ox, to bleat the woolly train. Straight to my anxious thoughts the sound...
Page 201 - There Eriphyle weeps, who loosely sold Her lord, her honour, for the lust of gold. But should I all recount, the night would fail, Unequal to the melancholy tale: And all-composing rest my nature craves, Here in the court, or yonder on the waves; In you I trust, and in the heavenly powers, To land Ulysses on his native shores.
Page 228 - Now sunk the West, and now a southern breeze, More dreadful than the tempest, lash'd the seas ; For on the rocks it bore where Scylla raves, And dire Charybdis rolls her thundering waves.
Page 4 - Wandering from clime to clime, observant stray'd, Their manners noted, and their states survey'd, On stormy seas unnumber'd toils he bore, Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore...

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