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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... wretched parent's pain , And give Chryseïs to these arms again ; If mercy fail , yet let my presents move , And dread avenging Phœbus , son of Jove . " The Greeks in shouts their joint assent declare , The priest to reverence , and ...
... wretched parent's pain , And give Chryseïs to these arms again ; If mercy fail , yet let my presents move , And dread avenging Phœbus , son of Jove . " The Greeks in shouts their joint assent declare , The priest to reverence , and ...
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... And now the Greeks their hecatomb prepare ; Between their horns the salted barley threw , And with their heads to Heaven the victims slew : C : i : : : " The wretched quarrels of the mortal state Are far HOMER'S ILIAD . BOOK I.
... And now the Greeks their hecatomb prepare ; Between their horns the salted barley threw , And with their heads to Heaven the victims slew : C : i : : : " The wretched quarrels of the mortal state Are far HOMER'S ILIAD . BOOK I.
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... wretched Thetis least the care of Jove ? " She said , and sighing thus the god replies , Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies : " What hast thou ask'd ? Ah , why should Jove In foreign contests , and domestic rage , [ engage The ...
... wretched Thetis least the care of Jove ? " She said , and sighing thus the god replies , Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies : " What hast thou ask'd ? Ah , why should Jove In foreign contests , and domestic rage , [ engage The ...
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Alexander Chalmers. " The wretched quarrels of the mortal state Are far unworthy , gods ! of your debate : Let men their days in senseless strife employ , We , in eternal peace and constant joy . Thou , goddess - mother , with our sire ...
Alexander Chalmers. " The wretched quarrels of the mortal state Are far unworthy , gods ! of your debate : Let men their days in senseless strife employ , We , in eternal peace and constant joy . Thou , goddess - mother , with our sire ...
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... wretched power to fly . Haste then , for ever leave the Trojan wall ! Our weeping wives , our tender children call : Love , duty , safety , summon us away , ' Tis nature's voice , and nature we obey . Our shatter'd barks may yet ...
... wretched power to fly . Haste then , for ever leave the Trojan wall ! Our weeping wives , our tender children call : Love , duty , safety , summon us away , ' Tis nature's voice , and nature we obey . Our shatter'd barks may yet ...
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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.