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Achilles Ajax arms bands battle bear beneath blood bold bound brave breast breath calls chariot chief command coursers dare dart dead death deep descends divine dreadful dust earth eyes fair fall fame fate fear fell field fierce fight fire flames flies force Full fury give glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks hand head hear heart heaven Hector hero honours host immortal Jove king lance lies light live mighty mind mortal move night o'er once Patroclus plain prize proud race rage replies rest rise roll round sacred shade shield shining ships shore side sire skies slain soul sound spear spoke spread stand steeds stood Swift thee thou thunder train trembling Trojan troops Troy turns Ulysses vain voice walls warrior wound yield youth
Página 149 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies ; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these when those are pass'd away.
Página 198 - 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 the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Página 161 - Fix'd is the term to all the race of earth; And such the hard condition of our birth: No force can then resist, no flight can save, All sink alike, the fearful and the brave. No more — but hasten to thy tasks at home, There guide the spindle, and direct the loom: Me glory summons to the martial scene, The field of combat is the sphere for men. Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim, The first in danger as the first in fame.
Página 26 - But to resume whate'er thy avarice craves (That trick of tyrants) may be borne by slaves. Yet if our chief for plunder only fight, The spoils of Ilion shall thy loss requite, Whene'er, by Jove's decree, our conquering powers Shall humble to the dust her lofty towers.
Página ix - Aristotle had reason to say, He was the only Poet who had found out Living Words; there are in him more daring Figures and Metaphors than in any good Author whatever. An Arrow is impatient to be on the Wing, a Weapon thirsts to drink the Blood of an Enemy, and the like.
Página xix - Homer once, and you can read no more ; • For all books else appear so mean, so poor, •^ Verse will seem prose ; but still persist to read, *^ And Homer will be all the books you need...
Página 218 - Yet hear one word, and lodge it in thy heart ; No more molest me on Atrides' part : Is it for him these tears are taught to flow ? For him these sorrows ? for my mortal foe ? A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows ; One should our interests and our passions be ; My friend must hate the man that injures me.
Página 227 - Each. single Greek, in this conclusive strife, Stands on the sharpest edge of death or life': Yet if my years thy kind regard engage, Employ thy youth as I employ my age ; Succeed to these my cares, and rouse the rest ; He serves me most, who serves his country best.
Página 45 - Embrace his knees, at his tribunal fall; Conjure him far to drive the Grecian train, To hurl them headlong to their fleet and main, To heap the shores with...
Página 125 - From the clear vein a stream immortal flow'd, Such stream as issues from a wounded god : Pure emanation ; uncorrupted flood ; Unlike our gross, diseased, terrestrial blood : (For not the bread of man their life sustains, 425 Nor wine's inflaming juice supplies their veins.) With tender shrieks the goddess fill'd the place, And dropp'd her offspring from her weak embrace.