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Achilles American Apollo arms bear beauty beheld blood body Book brave breast brother calls chief Cloth command daughter dead death descends divine dreadful eyes face fair fall fame fate father fear field fierce fight force gates gave gifts give given glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks grief guard hand head heart heaven Hector Helen heroes Homer honors host Iliad Introduction Jove king land leave Literature living maid mind monarch mortal mother mournful o'er once Paris plain Pope prayer Priam priest prince prize queen race rage remains replies rest rise round sacred says Schools sent shade shore sire skies slain sons sorrows soul spoke spread stands stern stood strength tears thee Thetis thou thought town train trembling Trojan Troy walls wife wretched youth
Página 48 - 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 40 - Nor was his name unheard or unadored In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian land Men called him Mulciber ; and how he fell From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Página 61 - Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates! (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Página 59 - No parent now remains my griefs to share, No father's aid, no mother's tender care. The fierce Achilles wrapt our walls in fire! Laid Thebe waste, and slew my warlike sire!
Página 14 - Atrides strove, Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove. Declare, O Muse ! in what ill-fated hour, Sprung the fierce strife, from what offended power...
Página 78 - My soul shall bravely issue from my breast. But first try thou my arm! and may this dart End all my country's woes, deep buried in thy heart!
Página 30 - And like a mist she rose above the tide; Beheld him mourning on the naked shores, And thus the sorrows of his soul explores. "Why grieves my son? Thy anguish let me share; Reveal the cause, and trust a parent's care.
Página 62 - O thou! whose glory fills the ethereal throne, And all ye deathless powers! protect my son! Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown, To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown, Against his country's foes the war to wage, And rise the Hector of the future age! So when triumphant from successful toils Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils, Whole hosts may hail him with deserved acclaim, And say, 'This chief transcends his father's fame.' While pleased amidst the general shouts of Troy, His...