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الصفحة 11
... heaven , I hate thee most . Dear to thee aye are feuds and wars and strifes . Strong art thou ? Then ' twas heaven that gave thy strength . Go with thy ships and with thy followers home , Rule Myrmidons . I care not aught for thee 205 ...
... heaven , I hate thee most . Dear to thee aye are feuds and wars and strifes . Strong art thou ? Then ' twas heaven that gave thy strength . Go with thy ships and with thy followers home , Rule Myrmidons . I care not aught for thee 205 ...
الصفحة 12
... heaven Athenè came : a messenger From white - armed Herè , to whose soul both chiefs Were dear and precious . In the rear she stood , And grasped Achilles by his yellow hair : 220 Seen by him only - all the rest were blind . He ...
... heaven Athenè came : a messenger From white - armed Herè , to whose soul both chiefs Were dear and precious . In the rear she stood , And grasped Achilles by his yellow hair : 220 Seen by him only - all the rest were blind . He ...
الصفحة 13
Charles Stuart Calverley. My voice , I came from heaven : a messenger From white - armed Herè , to whose soul both chiefs Are dear and precious . But leave off from strife , And draw not forth the sword : but with thy tongue Only revile ...
Charles Stuart Calverley. My voice , I came from heaven : a messenger From white - armed Herè , to whose soul both chiefs Are dear and precious . But leave off from strife , And draw not forth the sword : but with thy tongue Only revile ...
الصفحة 18
... heaven Went the sweet savour with the curling smoke . 345 In such wise toiled the host . Nor aught mean- while Paused Agamemnon in his threatened wrath . 350 But to Talthybius and Eurybates , His heralds twain and 18 [ Воок І. HOMER'S ...
... heaven Went the sweet savour with the curling smoke . 345 In such wise toiled the host . Nor aught mean- while Paused Agamemnon in his threatened wrath . 350 But to Talthybius and Eurybates , His heralds twain and 18 [ Воок І. HOMER'S ...
الصفحة 20
... her Who bore him lifted up his hands and prayed . 385 66 Mother ! Thou brought'st me forth not long to live : Therefore should Zeus , the Thunderer , of high heaven , Put glory in my hand . But not a whit 20 [ BOOK I. HOMER'S ILIAD .
... her Who bore him lifted up his hands and prayed . 385 66 Mother ! Thou brought'st me forth not long to live : Therefore should Zeus , the Thunderer , of high heaven , Put glory in my hand . But not a whit 20 [ BOOK I. HOMER'S ILIAD .
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Achaian Achilles Agamemnon Amaryllis Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenè Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad Calchas Chryse city home Corydon Daphnis doth dreams earth ECLOGUE enim Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n eyes fair flocks flowers Forty dark ships Gallus gift goat gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herè host Idomeneus Ilion illa Iolla Jove kine King lord Lycidas Lyrnessus maid Menalcas mighty mihi MOPSUS muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus Nunc Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe prayer Priam's Protesilaus Pylos Quæ quam Queis rose round sacred sate seas shalt sheep shepherd shore sing sire Sirmio sleep song of Arcady sons soul spake steeds stream strife sweet swift thee thine thing tibi Tityrus Trojans Troy unto vine voice war-ships warriors wild wind woods words wrath Zeus ΙΟ
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الصفحة 186 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
الصفحة 210 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
الصفحة 194 - Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitered locks, and stern bespake:— "How well could I have spared for thee, young Swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake, Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold!
الصفحة 256 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. ' Stay,...
الصفحة 204 - Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief : 'Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
الصفحة 208 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
الصفحة 196 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
الصفحة 238 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then brisk alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is — Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
الصفحة 198 - Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are...
الصفحة 222 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.