Pope's Homer's Iliad and Odyssey ; Dryden's Virgil and Juvenal ; Pitt's Virgil's Aeneid and Vida's Art of poetry ; Francis's HoraceAlexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 - English poetry |
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... Death of the Suitors ...... 259 263 of Achilles XX . The Battle of the Gods , and the Acts XXI . The Battle in the River Scamander . 132 XXII . The Death of Hector 137 267 270 127 275 .. ib . 276 His sceptre starr'd with golden studs ...
... Death of the Suitors ...... 259 263 of Achilles XX . The Battle of the Gods , and the Acts XXI . The Battle in the River Scamander . 132 XXII . The Death of Hector 137 267 270 127 275 .. ib . 276 His sceptre starr'd with golden studs ...
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... death ; Ponderous he falls ; his clanging arins resound ; And his broad buckler rings against the ground . Seiz'd with affright the boldest foes appear ; Ev'n god - like Hector seems himself to fear ; Slow he gave way , the rest ...
... death ; Ponderous he falls ; his clanging arins resound ; And his broad buckler rings against the ground . Seiz'd with affright the boldest foes appear ; Ev'n god - like Hector seems himself to fear ; Slow he gave way , the rest ...
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... death in lasting slumber seals his eyes . From Meges ' force the swift Pedæus fled , Antenor's offspring from a foreign bed , Whose generous spouse , Theano , heavenly fair , Nurs'd the young stranger with a mother's care . How vain ...
... death in lasting slumber seals his eyes . From Meges ' force the swift Pedæus fled , Antenor's offspring from a foreign bed , Whose generous spouse , Theano , heavenly fair , Nurs'd the young stranger with a mother's care . How vain ...
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... death o'ertakes them in their blooming years , And leaves the father unavailing tears : To strangers now descend his heapy store , The race forgotten , and the name no more . Two sons of Priam in one chariot ride Glittering in arms ...
... death o'ertakes them in their blooming years , And leaves the father unavailing tears : To strangers now descend his heapy store , The race forgotten , and the name no more . Two sons of Priam in one chariot ride Glittering in arms ...
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... death triumphant ride : But vain with youth , and yet to thrift inclin'd , I heard his councils with unheedful mind , And thought the steeds ( your large supplies un- known ) Might fail of forage in the straiten'd town : So took my bow ...
... death triumphant ride : But vain with youth , and yet to thrift inclin'd , I heard his councils with unheedful mind , And thought the steeds ( your large supplies un- known ) Might fail of forage in the straiten'd town : So took my bow ...
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Achilles Æneas Ajax Alcinous Anchises Antilochus arms Atrides band bear behold beneath blood bold brave breast chariot chief command coursers crown'd dart death descends dire divine dreadful Earth Eurymachus Ev'n eyes fair falchion fame fate father fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies flood force fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste hear heart Heaven Hector hero honours host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion javelin Jove king labours lance land Latian Lycian maid mighty Mnestheus monarch mortal Neptune night numbers o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus Phœbus plain poet Priam prince proud Pylian queen race rage rising sacred seas shade shield shining ships shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stood swain Swift tears Telemachus thee thou thunder toils train trembling Trojan Troy Turnus Ulysses Virgil walls warrior winds woes wound wretched youth
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Page 54 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye...
Page 208 - 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 74 - Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas ! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom, The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give...
Page 327 - I have endeavoured to make Virgil speak such English, as he would himself have spoken, if he had been born in England, and in this present age.
Page 57 - Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
Page 16 - He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows,* Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate and sanction of the god : High heaven with trembling the dread signal took, And all Olympus to the centre shook.
Page 295 - The fiery courser, when he hears from far The sprightly trumpets, and the shouts of war, Pricks up his ears ; and, trembling with delight.
Page 129 - Scarce the whole people stop his desperate course, While strong affliction gives the feeble force: Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe. At length he roll'd in dust, and thus begun, Imploring all, and naming one by one: 'Ah! let me, let me go where sorrow calls; I, only I, will issue from your walls (Guide or companion, friends!
Page 11 - But that which is to be allowed him, and which very much contributed to cover his defects, is a daring fiery spirit that animates his translation, which is something like what one might imagine Homer himself would have writ before he arrived at years of discretion.
Page 155 - Perverse mankind ! whose wills, created free, Charge all their woes on absolute decree ; All to the dooming gods their guilt translate, And follies are miscall'd the crimes of Fate.