The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, المجلد 19Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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... stood'st a rival of imperial power ; And hence to all our host it shall be known , That kings are subject to the gods alone . " [ hour , Achilles heard , with grief and rage opprest , His heart swell'd high , and labour'd in his breast ...
... stood'st a rival of imperial power ; And hence to all our host it shall be known , That kings are subject to the gods alone . " [ hour , Achilles heard , with grief and rage opprest , His heart swell'd high , and labour'd in his breast ...
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... stood , And fair Lilea views the rising flood . These , rang'd in order on the floating tide , Close on the left , the bold Bocotians ' side . Fierce Ajax led the Locrian squadrons on , Ajax the less , Oïleus ' valiant son ; Skill'd to ...
... stood , And fair Lilea views the rising flood . These , rang'd in order on the floating tide , Close on the left , the bold Bocotians ' side . Fierce Ajax led the Locrian squadrons on , Ajax the less , Oïleus ' valiant son ; Skill'd to ...
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... stood wondering at the passing show ; Say , was it thus , with such a baffled mien , You met th ' approaches of the Spartan queen , Thus from her realm convey'd the beauteous prize , And both her warlike lords ' outshin'd in Helen's ...
... stood wondering at the passing show ; Say , was it thus , with such a baffled mien , You met th ' approaches of the Spartan queen , Thus from her realm convey'd the beauteous prize , And both her warlike lords ' outshin'd in Helen's ...
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... stood , A shady light was shot from glimmering shields , And their brown arms obscur'd the dusky fields . " O heroes ! worthy such a dauntless train , Whose god - like virtue we but urge in vain , " [ bands ( Exclaiin'd the king ) " who ...
... stood , A shady light was shot from glimmering shields , And their brown arms obscur'd the dusky fields . " O heroes ! worthy such a dauntless train , Whose god - like virtue we but urge in vain , " [ bands ( Exclaiin'd the king ) " who ...
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... stood nigh , who from Abydos came , Old Priam's son , Democoon was his name ; The weapon enter'd close above his ear , Cold through his temples glides the whizzing spear ; With piercing shrieks the youth resigns his breath , His eye ...
... stood nigh , who from Abydos came , Old Priam's son , Democoon was his name ; The weapon enter'd close above his ear , Cold through his temples glides the whizzing spear ; With piercing shrieks the youth resigns his breath , His eye ...
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Achilles Æneas Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Atrides band bear behold beneath blood bold brave breast chariot chief command coursers crown'd dart death descends dire divine dreadful Earth Eurymachus Ev'n eyes fair falchion fame fate father fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies flood force fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste heart Heaven Hector hero honours host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion javelin Jove king labours lance land Latian Lycian maid Menelaus mighty Mnestheus monarch mortal Neptune night numbers o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain poet Priam prince proud Pylian queen race rage rising sacred seas shade shield shining ships shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stood swain Swift sword tears Telemachus thee thou thunder toils train trembling Trojan Troy Turnus Ulysses Virgil walls warrior winds woes wound wretched youth
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الصفحة 58 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, 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...
الصفحة 210 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
الصفحة 75 - Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas ! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom, The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give...
الصفحة 329 - I have endeavoured to make Virgil speak such English, as he would himself have spoken, if he had been born in England, and in this present age.
الصفحة 61 - Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
الصفحة 18 - He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows,* Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate and sanction of the god : High heaven with trembling the dread signal took, And all Olympus to the centre shook.
الصفحة 297 - The fiery courser, when he hears from far The sprightly trumpets, and the shouts of war, Pricks up his ears ; and, trembling with delight.
الصفحة 131 - Scarce the whole people stop his desperate course, While strong affliction gives the feeble force: Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe. At length he roll'd in dust, and thus begun, Imploring all, and naming one by one: 'Ah! let me, let me go where sorrow calls; I, only I, will issue from your walls (Guide or companion, friends!
الصفحة 11 - But that which is to be allowed him, and which very much contributed to cover his defects, is a daring fiery spirit that animates his translation, which is something like what one might imagine Homer himself would have writ before he arrived at years of discretion.
الصفحة 157 - Perverse mankind ! whose wills, created free, Charge all their woes on absolute decree ; All to the dooming gods their guilt translate, And follies are miscall'd the crimes of Fate.