The Iliad of Homer, Količina 2

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Charles Rivington, 1760
 

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Stran 271 - The glitt'ring terrours from his brows unbound, And plac'd the beaming helmet on the ground, Then kifs'd the child, and lifting high in air, Thus to the Gods preferr'da father's pray'r. O thou ! whofe glory fills th' sethereal throne, And all ye deathlefs pow'rs
Stran 1 - Eager he feizes and devours the {lain, Preft by bold youths, and baying dogs in vain, 40 Thus fond of vengeance, with a furious bound, In clanging arms he leaps upon the ground From his high chariot: him, approaching near, The beauteous champion views with marks of fear
Stran 248 - thy foul, And draw new fpirits from the gen'rous bowl; Spent as thou art with long laborious fight, The brave defender of thy country's right. Far hence be Bacchus' gifts (the chief rejoin'd:)" Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind, 330 Unnerves the limbs, and dulls the noble mind.
Stran 175 - in his hands; 605 Thus arm'd, he animates his drooping bands, Revives their ardour, turns their fteps from flight, And wakes anew the dying flames of fight. They turn, they ftand, the Greeks their fury dare, Condenfe their pow'rs, and wait the growing war. As when, on Ceres
Stran 326 - verdure fpoil'd, and trees adrift, Down the great river to the opening gulf, And there take root, an ifland fait and bare, The haunt of feals and ores, and fea-mews clang:.
Stran 261 - fad eyes in vain her Lord explore, 470 Or weep the wounds her bleeding country bore* But he who found not whom his foul defir'd, Whofe virtue charm'd him as her beauty fir'd, Stood in the gates, and afk'd what way fhe bent Her parting ftep ? If to the fane fhe went, 475 Where late the mourning matrons made refort
Stran 184 - Behold where Mars in mortal arms appears ! 745 Retire then warriours, but fedate and flow } Retire, but with your faces to the foe. Truft not too much your unavailing might; 'Tis not with ''Troy, but with the Gods ye fight. Now near the Greeks, the black battalions drew; And firft two Leaders valiant
Stran 169 - Not thefe, O daughter, are thy proper cares, Thee milder arts befit, and fofter wars; 520 Sweet fmiles are thine, and kind endearing charms, To Mars and Pallas leave the deeds of arms. Thus they in heav'n: while on the plain below The fierce Tydides charg'd his Dardan foe, Flufh'd with
Stran 144 - To whom the chief of Venus race begun. Where, Pandarus, are all thy honours now, Thy winged arrows and unerring bow, Thy matchlefs fkill, thy yet unrivall'd fame, 220 And boafted glory of the Lycian name ? Oh pierce that mortal! if we mortal call That wondrous force by which whole armies
Stran 302 - Lives there a chief whom Ajax ought to dread, Ajax, in all the toils of battle bred ? From warlike Salamis I drew my birth, And born to combats, fear no force on earth. He faid. The troops with elevated eyes, Implore the God whofe thunder rends the ikies,

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