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... 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 ...
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... 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 : Seen by him only - all the rest were blind . He marvelling ...
... 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 : Seen by him only - all the rest were blind . He marvelling ...
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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 ...
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... 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 ...
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... her Who bore him lifted up his hands and prayed . 385 " 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 " 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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2nd Edition 4th Edition Achaian Achilles Ægis-armèd Zeus Agamemnon Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenè Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad C. S. Calverley Calchas chief Chryse city home Corydon Crown 8vo Daphnis earth ECLOGUE Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n F. A. Paley fair Fcap flocks Forty dark ships Gallus gift goats gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herè host Idomeneus Ilion Iolla King Latin lord Lycidas M.A. 3rd Edition maid Menalcas mighty Mopsus muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus numbers Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe Post 8vo prayer Priam's Pylos Quæ rose round sate sceptre seas shalt sheep shepherd sing sire song of Arcady sons soul spake spring steeds stood stream strife sweet swift thee thine thou Tityrus Trojans Troy unshorn Greeks unto vine voice war-ships warriors woods words wrath Zeus
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Page 224 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 188 - 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.
Page 190 - And all their echoes, mourn: The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays : — As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Page 212 - 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.
Page 202 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears th' unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Page 210 - 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.
Page 206 - Druid, hoary chief; 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.
Page 198 - 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.
Page 186 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Page 238 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun, Faint from the west, emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.