The Iliad of Homer, Količina 4

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Charles Rivington, 1760
 

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Stran 112 - and their cauls, and their round tires like the moon : the chains, and the bracelets, and the mufflers, the bonnets, and the ornaments of the legs, and the headbands, and the tablets, and the ear-rings, the rings and nofe-jewels, the changeable fuits of apparel, and the mantles, and the wimples, and the crifping-pins, the
Stran 228 - Now let not nature's hand Keep the wild flood confin'd ! Let order die, And let the world no longer be a ftage To feed contention in a ling'ring aft: But let one fpirit of the firft-born Cain Reign in all bofoms, that each heart being fet On bloody courfes, the rude fcene may end, And darknefs be the burier of the dead
Stran 201 - from his den, 760 Amidft the plain of fome wide-water'd fen, (Where num'rous oxen, as at eafe they feed, At large expatiate o'er the ranker mead;) Leaps on the herds before the herdfman's eyes; The trembling herdfman far to diftance flies: 765 Some lordly bull (the reft difpers'd and fled) He fingles out
Stran 79 - To guard this poft (he cry'd) thy art employ, And here detain the fcatter'd youth of Troy ; Where yonder heroes faint, I bend my way, And haften back to end the doubtful day. 945 This faid; the tow'ring chief prepares to go, • Shakes his white plumes that to the breezes flow, And
Stran 199 - Unhappy glories! for his fate was near, Due to ftern 'Pallas, and Pelides fpear: Yet Jove deferr'd the death he was to pay, And gave what fate allow'd, the honours of a day!. Now all on fire for fame, his breaft, his eyes Burn at each foe, and fingle ev'ry prize
Stran 197 - But enter'd in the Grecian ranks, he turns 710 His manly breaft, and with new fury burns. Now on the fleet the tides of Trojans drove, Fierce to fulfil the ftern decrees of Jove : The Sire of Gods, confirming Thetis pray'r, The Grecian ardour quench'd in deep defpair ; 715 But lifts to glory
Stran 260 - till it meets the main; And trembling man fees all his labours vain. 475 And now the chief (the foremoft troops repell'd) Back to the fhips his deftin'd progrefs held, Bore down half T'roy in his refiftlefs way, And forc'd the routed ranks to
Stran 144 - Whom Hermes lov'd, and taught the arts of gain) Full in his eye the weapon chanc'd to fall, And from the fibres fcoop'd the rooted ball, Drove thro' the neck, and hurl'd him to the plain: He lifts his miferable arms in vain ! 580 Swift his broad falchion fierce Peneleus fpread, And from the fpouting fhoulders
Stran 281 - rear; 820 What honours mortals after death receive, Thofe unavailing honours we may give! Apollo bows, and from mount Ida's height, Swift to the field precipitates his flight; Thence from the war the breathlefs hero bore, 825 Veil'd in a cloud, to filver
Stran 67 - O thou, great Father! Lord of earth and fkies, Above the thought of man, fupremely wife ! 790 If from thy hand the fates of mortals flow, From whence this favour to an impious foe, A godlefs crew, abandon'd and unjuft, Still breathing rapine, violence, and luft

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