The Odyssey, tr. by A. Pope1807 |
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... hour is fled , 215 And hope , too long with vain delusion fed , Deaf to the rumour of fallacious fame , Gives to the roll of death his glorious name ! With venial freedom let me now demand Thy name , thy lineage , and paternal land ...
... hour is fled , 215 And hope , too long with vain delusion fed , Deaf to the rumour of fallacious fame , Gives to the roll of death his glorious name ! With venial freedom let me now demand Thy name , thy lineage , and paternal land ...
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... hour , My stores in riotous expence devour , In feast and dance the mirthful months employ , And meditate my doom to crown their joy . With tender pity touch'd , the goddess cry'd : Soon may kind heav'n a sure relief provide , Soon may ...
... hour , My stores in riotous expence devour , In feast and dance the mirthful months employ , And meditate my doom to crown their joy . With tender pity touch'd , the goddess cry'd : Soon may kind heav'n a sure relief provide , Soon may ...
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... hours restore the circling year : But if his soul hath wing'd the destin'd flight , Inhabitant of deep disastrous night , 375 Homeward with pious speed repass the main , To the pale shade funereal rites ordain , Plant the fair column o ...
... hours restore the circling year : But if his soul hath wing'd the destin'd flight , Inhabitant of deep disastrous night , 375 Homeward with pious speed repass the main , To the pale shade funereal rites ordain , Plant the fair column o ...
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... hours , apart , with female toil 455 And various labours of the loom , beguile ; There rule , from palace cares remote and free , That care to man belongs , and most to me . Mature beyond his years , the queen admires His sage reply ...
... hours , apart , with female toil 455 And various labours of the loom , beguile ; There rule , from palace cares remote and free , That care to man belongs , and most to me . Mature beyond his years , the queen admires His sage reply ...
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... hours supplies . Safe in my youth , in riot still they grow , Nor in the helpless orphan dread a foe . But come it will , the time when manhood grants More pow'rful advocates than vain complaints . Approach that hour ! unsufferable ...
... hours supplies . Safe in my youth , in riot still they grow , Nor in the helpless orphan dread a foe . But come it will , the time when manhood grants More pow'rful advocates than vain complaints . Approach that hour ! unsufferable ...
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Страница 4 - Their manners noted, and their states survey'd. On stormy seas unnumber'd toils he bore, Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore: Vain toils! their impious folly dar'd to prey On herds devoted to the god of day; The god vindictive doom'd them never more (Ah men unbless'd) to touch that natal shore.
Страница 68 - Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Страница 104 - ... red the full pomegranate glows, The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear, And verdant olives flourish round the year. The balmy spirit of the western gale Eternal breathes on fruits untaught to fail : Each dropping pear a following pear supplies, On apples apples, figs on figs arise : The same mild season gives the blooms to blow, The buds to harden, and the fruits to grow.
Страница 104 - Close to the gates a spacious garden lies, From storms defended and inclement skies. Four acres was th...
Страница 187 - The gods have other names for things than we. Now where the jointures from their loins depend, The heroes' tails with severing grasps they rend.
Страница 129 - Heedless he heard them; but disdain'd reply; The bow perusing with exactest eye. Then as some heavenly minstrel, taught to sing High notes responsive to the trembling string, To some new strain when he adapts the lyre, Or the dumb lute refits with vocal wire, Relaxes, strains, and draws them to and fro; So the great master drew the mighty bow: • And drew with ease. One hand aloft display'd The bending horns, and one the string essay'd.
Страница 41 - Her hapless death my brighter days o'ercast, Yet Providence deserts me not at last: My present labours food and drink procure, And more, the pleasure to relieve the poor. Small is the comfort from the Queen to hear...
Страница 158 - And social joys, the late transform'd repairs ; The bath, the feast, their fainting soul renews: Rich in refulgent robes, and dropping balmy dews : Brightening with joy their eager eyes behold Each other's face, and each his story told; Then gushing tears the narrative confound, And with their sobs the vaulted roofs resound.
Страница 160 - Soon shalt thou reach old Ocean's utmost ends, Where to the main the shelving shore descends; The barren trees of Proserpine's black woods, Poplars and willows trembling o'er the floods: There fix thy vessel in the lonely bay, And enter there the kingdoms void of day : Where Phlegethon's loud torrents, rushing down, Hiss in the naming gulf of Acheron; And where, slow-rolling from the Stygian bed, 610 Cocytus' lamentable waters spread : Where the dark rock o'erhangs th...
Страница 79 - Yet I'll direct the safest means to go; That last advice is all I can bestow. To her the power who bears the charming rod : Dismiss the man, nor irritate the god ; Prevent the rage of him who reigns above, For what so dreadful as the wrath of Jove ? Thus having said, he cut the cleaving sky, And in a moment vanish'd from her eye.