The Odyssey of Homer, Volume 3F.J. Du Roveray, 1806 - Greek poetry |
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... haste their heralds send the gifts to bring . Then thus Euryalus : O prince , whose sway 435 Rules this bless'd realm , repentant I obey ! 430 Be his this sword , whose blade of brass displays A ruddy gleam ; whose hilt , a silver blaze ...
... haste their heralds send the gifts to bring . Then thus Euryalus : O prince , whose sway 435 Rules this bless'd realm , repentant I obey ! 430 Be his this sword , whose blade of brass displays A ruddy gleam ; whose hilt , a silver blaze ...
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... haste , and quit the coast . With sails outspread we fly th ' unequal strife , Sad for their loss , but joyful of our life . Yet as we fled , our fellows ' rites we paid , And thrice we call'd on each unhappy shade . Meanwhile the god ...
... haste , and quit the coast . With sails outspread we fly th ' unequal strife , Sad for their loss , but joyful of our life . Yet as we fled , our fellows ' rites we paid , And thrice we call'd on each unhappy shade . Meanwhile the god ...
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... off th ' enchanting ground We dragg'd reluctant , and by force we bound : The rest in haste forsook the pleasing shore , Or , the charm tasted , had return'd no more . 114 Now plac'd in order on their banks , they sweep 59.
... off th ' enchanting ground We dragg'd reluctant , and by force we bound : The rest in haste forsook the pleasing shore , Or , the charm tasted , had return'd no more . 114 Now plac'd in order on their banks , they sweep 59.
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... haste our fellows to the ships repair , For arms and weapons of the silvan war ; 180 Straight in three squadrons all our crew we part , And bend the bow , or wing the missile dart : The bounteous gods afford a copious prey , And nine ...
... haste our fellows to the ships repair , For arms and weapons of the silvan war ; 180 Straight in three squadrons all our crew we part , And bend the bow , or wing the missile dart : The bounteous gods afford a copious prey , And nine ...
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... haste assembled , at his well - known roar , Enquire the cause , and crowd the cavern door , What hurts thee , Polypheme ? what strange affright 479 Thus breaks our slumbers , and disturbs the night ? Does any mortal in th ' unguarded ...
... haste assembled , at his well - known roar , Enquire the cause , and crowd the cavern door , What hurts thee , Polypheme ? what strange affright 479 Thus breaks our slumbers , and disturbs the night ? Does any mortal in th ' unguarded ...
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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...