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Page 51 - Wedged in one body, like a flight of cranes, That shriek incessant, while the falcon, hung High on poised pinions, threats their callow young. So from the Trojan chiefs the Grecians fly, Such the wild terror, and the mingled cry...
Page 185 - And stretch'd the servant o'er his dying lord. As when a flame the winding valley fills, And runs on crackling shrubs between the hills; Then o'er the stubble up the mountain flies, Fires the high woods, and blazes to the skies, This way, and that, the spreading torrent roars : So sweeps the hero through the wasted shores...
Page 79 - That done, their sorrows and their sighs renew. Meanwhile to Juno, in the realms above, (His wife and sister,) spoke almighty Jove. " At last thy will prevails : great Peleus' son Rises in arms : such grace thy Greeks have won.
Page 91 - Here sacred pomp and genial feast delight, And solemn dance and hymeneal rite ; Along the street the new-made brides are led, With torches flaming, to the nuptial bed ; The youthful dancers in a circle bound To the soft flute and cithern's silver sound ; Through the fair streets the matrons in a row Stand in their porches and enjoy the show.
Page 184 - Both in one instant from the chariot hurl'd, Sunk in one instant to the nether world : This difference only their sad fates afford, That one the spear destroy'd, and one the sword.
Page 142 - For Peleus breathes no more the vital air; Or drags a wretched life of age and care, But till the news of my sad fate invades His hastening soul, and sinks him to the shades.
Page 49 - Gone is Antilochus (the hero said) ; But hope not, warriors, for Achilles' aid: Though fierce his rage, unbounded be his woe, Unarm'd, he fights not with the Trojan foe.
Page 201 - And in his deep abysses shakes with fear." He said: then from the bank his javelin tore, And left the breathless warrior in his gore. The floating tides the bloody...
Page 70 - When men distress'd hang out the sign of war;) Soon as the sun in ocean hides his rays, Thick on the hills the flaming beacons blaze; With long-projected beams the seas are bright, And heaven's high arch reflects the ruddy light: So from Achilles' head the splendours rise, Reflecting blaze on blaze against the skies.
Page 122 - And from the broad effulgence turn their eyes. Unmov'd, the hero kindles at the show, And feels with rage divine his bosom glow ; »о From his fierce eye-balls living flames expire, And flash incessant like a stream of fire: He turns the radiant gift, and feeds his mind On all th' immortal artist had design'd.