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... steed , that scours Near silver Alpheus o'er the shouting ground , The whip he scorns , in wreaths his Lord's glad brows he bound . E. 1 . With joy the Syracusian monarch glows Exulting in his haughty steed ; Glory crown'd his matchless ...
... steed , that scours Near silver Alpheus o'er the shouting ground , The whip he scorns , in wreaths his Lord's glad brows he bound . E. 1 . With joy the Syracusian monarch glows Exulting in his haughty steed ; Glory crown'd his matchless ...
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... steeds : ( To the same favour'd post once came Fair Ganymede of equal fame , ) 09 65 Now lost to mortal eyes , in rapid flight Transported o'er th ' etherial deep , 70 His friends he leaves , who search and weep , Unheard their cries ...
... steeds : ( To the same favour'd post once came Fair Ganymede of equal fame , ) 09 65 Now lost to mortal eyes , in rapid flight Transported o'er th ' etherial deep , 70 His friends he leaves , who search and weep , Unheard their cries ...
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... steeds that fly 135 Unwearied on the wing of glorious victory . s . 4 . The king o'ercome , the long - sought hand He seizes and in sweetest band 140 Fondly unites th ' illustrious maid . Six noble sons his toil repaid All leaders to ...
... steeds that fly 135 Unwearied on the wing of glorious victory . s . 4 . The king o'ercome , the long - sought hand He seizes and in sweetest band 140 Fondly unites th ' illustrious maid . Six noble sons his toil repaid All leaders to ...
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... Could then Horace himself find a more ingenious way of complimenting ? That Neptune was the god who so much favoured Pelops , seems a circumstance which may further confirm this The Lord unrival'd of the fleetest steed . Ne'er shall 20.
... Could then Horace himself find a more ingenious way of complimenting ? That Neptune was the god who so much favoured Pelops , seems a circumstance which may further confirm this The Lord unrival'd of the fleetest steed . Ne'er shall 20.
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Pindar. The Lord unrival'd of the fleetest steed . Ne'er shall the Muse's lovely hand For living mortal twine a band Brighter nor livelier see it glow On any friend's illustrious brow , O skill'd at once in noble arts And deck'd with pow ...
Pindar. The Lord unrival'd of the fleetest steed . Ne'er shall the Muse's lovely hand For living mortal twine a band Brighter nor livelier see it glow On any friend's illustrious brow , O skill'd at once in noble arts And deck'd with pow ...
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Achilles Adrastus Ęgina Alcides Alcmanes Amphiaraus ancient Antistrophe Apollo Arcesilaus Aristagoras arms Battus Beccles bids blest breast breath bright brow celebrate champion charms clouds contest Corinth coursers crown crown'd Cyrene dart daughter divine dread Eacus Euphemus ev'ry eyes fame Fate father fav'ring fire flow'rs gained giv'n glitt'ring glorious glory Glory's glows gods gold golden grace ground hail hand hear heart heav'n heav'nly Hercules hero hero's Heyne Hiero honour honour'd host hymn immortal Iolaus isle Isthmian Jove Jove's king land loud lov'd lyre mighty mortal Muse ne'er Nemean Neptune o'er Olympia OLYMPIC ODE Onchestus Orchomenus Peleus Pelias Pelops Phorcus Pindar plain poet pow'r praise prize Pytheas Pythian race rise roll sceptre shine shore sing sire skies smile song sons soul spear steeds strain sweet swelling Theban Thebes thee thine thou throne thunder Tlepolemus toil triumphal vex'd victory virtues voice waves wing youth
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