The Odyssey of Homer, Volume 3F.J. Du Roveray, 1806 - Greek poetry |
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... Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits ; and art subdues the strong ! Dwells there a god on all th ' Olympian brow More swift than Mars , and more than Vulcan slow ? Yet Vulcan conquers , and the god of arms 371 Must pay the penalty for ...
... Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits ; and art subdues the strong ! Dwells there a god on all th ' Olympian brow More swift than Mars , and more than Vulcan slow ? Yet Vulcan conquers , and the god of arms 371 Must pay the penalty for ...
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... behold the sad and unsufferable deeds of Ve- nus ; ' and this agrees with the tenour of Vulcan's behaviour in this comedy , who has not the least disposition to be merry with his brother deities . V. 358. Till Jove refunds his shameless ...
... behold the sad and unsufferable deeds of Ve- nus ; ' and this agrees with the tenour of Vulcan's behaviour in this comedy , who has not the least disposition to be merry with his brother deities . V. 358. Till Jove refunds his shameless ...
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... Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits ..... ] Plutarch , in his dissertation upon reading the poets , quotes this as an instance of Homer's judgment , in closing a ludicrous scene with decency and instruction . He artfully inserts a ...
... Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits ..... ] Plutarch , in his dissertation upon reading the poets , quotes this as an instance of Homer's judgment , in closing a ludicrous scene with decency and instruction . He artfully inserts a ...
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... ( tho ' now a wretch distress'd ) Who hopes thee , monarch , for his future guest : Behold Ulysses ! no ignoble name , Earth sounds my wisdom , and high heav'n my fame . 21 My native soil is Ithaca the fair , Where BOOK IX. ...
... ( tho ' now a wretch distress'd ) Who hopes thee , monarch , for his future guest : Behold Ulysses ! no ignoble name , Earth sounds my wisdom , and high heav'n my fame . 21 My native soil is Ithaca the fair , Where BOOK IX. ...
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... Behold the relics of the Grecian train ! Through various seas by various perils tost , And forc'd by storms , unwilling , on your coast ; Far from our destin'd course , and native land , 311 Such was our fate , and such high Jove's ...
... Behold the relics of the Grecian train ! Through various seas by various perils tost , And forc'd by storms , unwilling , on your coast ; Far from our destin'd course , and native land , 311 Such was our fate , and such high Jove's ...
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Page 153 - The sun ne'er views the uncomfortable seats, When radiant he advances, or retreats: Unhappy race! whom endless night invades, Clouds the dull air, and wraps them round in shades.
Page 176 - To thy imperial race from woman rose! By woman here thou tread'st this mournful strand, And Greece by woman lies a desert land." " Warn'd by my ills beware (the shade replies), Nor trust the sex that is so rarely wise; When earnest to explore thy secret breast, Unfold some trifle, but conceal the rest. But in thy consort cease to fear a foe, For thee she feels sincerity of woe...
Page 114 - What voice celestial, chanting to the loom (Or nymph, or goddess), echoes from the room? Say, shall we seek access?' With that they call; And wide unfold the portals of the hall. "The goddess, rising, asks her guests to stay, Who blindly follow where she leads the way. Eurylochus alone of all the band, Suspecting fraud, more prudently remain'd. On thrones around with downy coverings graced, With semblance fair, the unhappy men she placed.
Page 76 - Twas for our lives my labouring bosom wrought ; Each scheme I turn'd, and sharpen'd every thought ; This way and that I cast to save my friends, Till one resolve my varying counsel ends. " Strong were the rams, with native purple fair, Well fed, and largest of the fleecy care.
Page 122 - Fall off, miraculous effect of art ! Till all the form in full proportion rise, More young, more large, more graceful to my eyes. They saw, they knew me, and with eager pace Clung to their master in a long embrace...
Page 184 - 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 110 - As down the hill I solitary go, Some power divine, who pities human woe, Sent a tall stag, descending from the wood, To cool his fervour in the crystal flood; Luxuriant on the wave-worn bank he lay, Stretch'd forth and panting in the sunny ray.
Page 175 - The bleeding innocent Cassandra dies ! Then though pale death froze cold in every vein, My sword I strive to wield, but strive in vain ; Nor did my traitress wife these eyelids close, Or decently in death my limbs compose. O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend...
Page 75 - Friends, Noman kills me; Noman in the hour Of sleep, oppresses me with fraudful power.' 'If no man hurt thee, but the hand divine Inflict disease, it fits thee to resign: To Jove or to thy father Neptune pray.
Page 32 - Floating in air, invite th' impelling gales : His are the gifts of love : The wise and good Receive the stranger as a brother's blood. But, friend, discover faithful what I crave...