Archaeologia Graeca; Or, The Antiquities of Greece, Volume 2

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Stirling & Henney, 1832

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Page 6 - And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads; And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.
Page 298 - That they may keep thee from the strange woman, from the stranger which flattereth with her words.
Page 278 - Two cities radiant on the shield appear, The image one of peace, and one of war. Here sacred pomp, and genial feast delight, And solemn dance, and hymeneal rite ; Along the street the new-made brides are led, With torches...
Page 71 - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell ! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. On Thracia's hills the Lord of War Has curb'd the fury of his car And dropt his thirsty lance at thy command.
Page 264 - And Shechem said unto her father and unto her brethren, Let me find grace in your eyes, and what ye shall say unto me I will give. 12 Ask me never so much dowry and gift, and I will give according as ye shall say unto me : but give me the damsel to wife.
Page 339 - This only from your goodness let me gain (And, this ungranted, all rewards are vain) : Of Priam's royal race my mother came — And sure the best that ever bore the name — = Whom neither Troy nor Sicily could hold From me departing, but, o'erspent and old, My fate she follow'd.
Page 161 - There pious on my cold remains attend, There call to mind thy poor departed friend, The tribute of a tear is all I crave, And the possession of a peaceful grave.
Page 185 - No sooner landed, in his den they found The triple porter of the Stygian sound, Grim Cerberus, who soon began to rear His crested snakes, and arm'd his bristling hair.
Page 206 - Permit the mourning legions to retire, And let the chiefs alone attend the pyre; The pious care be ours, the dead to burn...
Page 298 - For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.

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