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address'd Alcinous arms Atrides attend beneath billows bowl brave breast Calypso charms Circe coast coursers cries crown'd Cyclops dæmon death deep descends dire divine dome dreadful E'en Euryclea Eurylochus eyes fair falchion fame fate feast flies flock friends gales Goddess Gods grac'd grace grief guest hand haste heart heaven hero hour Icarius isle Ithaca Jove king labours land Laodamas Lotophagi maid Menelaus mighty mind monarch mortal mourn native Nausicaa Neleus Neptune Nestor night nymph o'er oars palace Pallas Pisistratus plain press'd prince Pylos queen race rage realms replies rise rites roar rock roll'd rolling round royal sacred sails seas shade shines ship shore sire skies soul Sparta spoke stern storms survey'd Swift Taphian tears Telemachus tempest thee thou thro throne toils touch'd train Troy Ulysses vessel virgin train voice watery waves winds wine wise woes wretched youth
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Page 206 - I'd choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.
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 111 - O queen, before thee stands! Twice ten tempestuous nights I roll'd, resign'd To roaring billows, and the warring wind; Heaven bade the deep to spare! but Heaven, my foe, Spares only to inflict some mightier woe!
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, Boisterous and gentle sounds.
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 36 - Telemachus already press'd the shore; Not first, the power of wisdom march'd before, And ere the sacrificing throng he join'd, Admonish'd thus his well-attending mind: "Proceed, my son! this youthful shame expel; An honest business never blush to tell.
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. Then met...
Page 63 - Temper'd with drugs of sovereign use, to 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, the exalted mind All sense of woe delivers to the wind.
Page 215 - That bears ambrosia to the ethereal king, Shuns the dire rocks: in vain she cuts the skies; The dire rocks meet, and crush her as she flies: Not the fleet bark, when prosperous breezes play, Ploughs o'er that roaring surge its desperate way; O'erwhelm'd it sinks: while round a smoke expires, And the waves flashing seem to burn with fires.
Page 106 - Then to the palaces of heaven she sails, Incumbent on the wings of wafting gales; The seat of gods; the regions mild of peace, Full joy, and calm eternity of ease.