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... dead to fame I waste no anger , for they feel no shame : But you , the pride , the flower of all our host , My heart weeps blood to fee your glory lost ! Nor deem this day , this battle , all you lose ; A day more black , a fate more ...
... dead to fame I waste no anger , for they feel no shame : But you , the pride , the flower of all our host , My heart weeps blood to fee your glory lost ! Nor deem this day , this battle , all you lose ; A day more black , a fate more ...
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... dead , From Hector's hand a fhining javelin fled : He saw , and shunn'd the death ; the forceful dart Sung on , and pierc'd Amphimachus's heart , Cteatus ' fon , of Neptune's forceful line ; 235 240 245 Vain was his courage , and his ...
... dead , From Hector's hand a fhining javelin fled : He saw , and shunn'd the death ; the forceful dart Sung on , and pierc'd Amphimachus's heart , Cteatus ' fon , of Neptune's forceful line ; 235 240 245 Vain was his courage , and his ...
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... dead Strips his bright arms , Oïleus lops his head : Tofs'd like a ball , and whirl'd in air away , At Hector's feet the gory vifage lay . * 270 The God of Ocean , fir'd with stern disdain , And pierc'd with forrow for his grandson ...
... dead Strips his bright arms , Oïleus lops his head : Tofs'd like a ball , and whirl'd in air away , At Hector's feet the gory vifage lay . * 270 The God of Ocean , fir'd with stern disdain , And pierc'd with forrow for his grandson ...
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... dead ; And thus ( he cries ) behold thy promise sped ! Such is the help thy arms to Ilion bring , And fuch the contract of the Phrygian king ! Our offers now , illuftrious prince ! receive ; For fuch an aid what will not Argos give ...
... dead ; And thus ( he cries ) behold thy promise sped ! Such is the help thy arms to Ilion bring , And fuch the contract of the Phrygian king ! Our offers now , illuftrious prince ! receive ; For fuch an aid what will not Argos give ...
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... 615 620 To the cool fountains , through the well - known meads . So joys Æneas , as his native band Moves on in rank , and stretches o'er the land . C 4 Round Round dead Alcathoüs now the battle rofe ; On every ILIAD , BOOK XIII . 23.
... 615 620 To the cool fountains , through the well - known meads . So joys Æneas , as his native band Moves on in rank , and stretches o'er the land . C 4 Round Round dead Alcathoüs now the battle rofe ; On every ILIAD , BOOK XIII . 23.
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Achilles Æneas Ajax Antilochus arms Atrides Automedon boaſt bold brave breaſt breath chariot chief cloſe corpfe courfers courſe dart dead death defcends Deiphobus divine dreadful duft Euphorbus Ev'n eyes facred faid falchion fall fame fate fhades fhall fhips fhore fhould fide field fierce fight filver fire firſt flain flame flaughter flew flies fome forrows foul fpear ftand ftill ftrong fuch fury glory god-like Goddeſs Gods gore Grecian Greece Greeks hand Heaven Hector hero hoft honours Idomeneus Ilion javelin Jove Jove's laft lance laſt Lycian Merion mortal muſt Neptune o'er Oïleus Patroclus Peleus Pelides pierc'd plain Polydamas Priam prize race rage refound rife round ruſhing ſaid Scamander ſhade ſhakes ſhall ſhine ſhips ſhore Simoïs ſkies ſpear ſpoke ſpread ſtands ſteeds ſtood ſtream Teucer thee thefe theſe Thetis thofe thoſe thou thunder trembling Trojan Troy warriour whofe whoſe wound youth
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Page 280 - 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!
Page 37 - Hector! come on; thy empty threats forbear; Tis not thy arm, 'tis thundering Jove we fear: The skill of war to us not idly given, Lo! Greece is humbled, not by Troy, but Heaven.
Page 188 - 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 90 - Bursts as a wave that from the clouds impends, And swell'd with tempests on the ship descends ; White are the decks with foam ; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud ; Pale, trembling, tired, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears \— So pale the Greeks the eyes of Hector meet, The chief so thunders, and so shakes the fleet.
Page 348 - For him through hostile camps I bent my way, For him thus prostrate at thy feet I lay; Large gifts proportion'd to thy wrath I bear; O hear the wretched, and the gods revere...
Page 345 - scapes the law. Respecting him, my soul abjures the' offence; And as the crime, I dread the consequence. Thee, far as Argos, pleas'd I could convey; Guard of thy life, and partner of thy way: On thee attend, thy safety to maintain, O'er pathless forests, or the roaring main.
Page 93 - Thou wouldst have thought, so furious was their fire, No force could tame them, and no toil could tire ; As if new vigour from new fights they won...
Page 347 - Nineteen one mother bore — Dead, all are dead! How oft, alas ! has wretched Priam bled ! Still one was left, their loss to recompense; His father's hope, his country's last defence.
Page 227 - Thus (breathing rage through all) the hero said; A wood of lances rises round his head, Clamours on clamours tempest all the air, They join, they throng, they thicken to the war. But Phoebus warns him from high heaven to shun The single fight with Thetis...
Page 274 - He spoke, and launch'd his javelin at the foe ; But Hector shunn'd the meditated blow: He stoop'd, while o'er his head the flying spear Sung innocent, and spent its force in air. Minerva watch'd it falling on the land, Then drew, and gave to great Achilles...