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الصفحة 20 - Still strove to speak; my voice was thick with sighs, As in a dream. Dimly I could descry The stern black-bearded kings, with wolfish eyes, Waiting to see me die. "The tall masts quivered as they lay afloat, The temples and the people and the shore; One drew a sharp knife through my tender throat Slowly, — and — nothing more.
الصفحة 30 - The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places : how are the mighty fallen ! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon ; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
الصفحة 85 - Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast, Scared at the dazzling helm, and nodding crest. With secret pleasure each fond parent smiled, And Hector hasted to relieve his child, The glittering terrors from his brows unbound, And placed the beaming helmet on the ground; Then kiss'd the child, and, lifting high in air, Thus to the gods preferr'da father's prayer: "O thou!
الصفحة 90 - Heaven permits, nor mine, though doubled now, To trample thee as mire ? for proof look up, And read thy lot in yon celestial sign. Where thou art weigh'd, and shown how light, how weak, If thou resist.
الصفحة 59 - Back comes the Chief in triumph. Who, in the hour of fight, Hath seen the Great Twin Brethren In harness on his right. Safe comes the ship to haven, Through billows and through gales, If once the Great Twin Brethren Sit shining on the sails.
الصفحة 29 - Then shalt thou mourn the' affront thy madness gave, Forced to deplore, when impotent to save : Then rage in bitterness of soul, to know This act has made the bravest Greek thy foe.?
الصفحة 27 - Olympus' heights he passed^ his heart Burning with wrath ; behind his shoulders hung His bow, and ample quiver ; at his back Battled the fateful arrows as he moved ; Like the night-cloud he passed ; and from afar He bent against the ships, and sped the bolt ; And fierce and deadly twanged the silver bow. First on the mules and dogs, on man the last, Was poured the arrowy storm ; and through the camp, Constant and numerous, blazed the funeral fires.

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