The Odyssey, tr. by A. Pope. To which is added, The battle of the frogs and mice1827 |
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... waves embrace : A duteous people , and industrious isle , To naval arts inur'd , and stormy toil . Freighted with iron from my native land , I steer my voyage to the Brutian strand ; To gain by commerce , for the labour'd mass , B 2 ...
... waves embrace : A duteous people , and industrious isle , To naval arts inur'd , and stormy toil . Freighted with iron from my native land , I steer my voyage to the Brutian strand ; To gain by commerce , for the labour'd mass , B 2 ...
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... waves success thy ways attends : To tread the walks of death he stood prepar'd ; And what he greatly thought , he nobly dar'd . Were not wise sons descendant of the wise , And did not heroes from brave heroes rise , Vain were my hopes ...
... waves success thy ways attends : To tread the walks of death he stood prepar'd ; And what he greatly thought , he nobly dar'd . Were not wise sons descendant of the wise , And did not heroes from brave heroes rise , Vain were my hopes ...
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... waves the spreading sails Bow the tall mast , and swell before the gales ; The crooked keel the parting surge divides , And to the stern retreating roll the tides . And now they ship their oars , and crown with wine The holy goblet to ...
... waves the spreading sails Bow the tall mast , and swell before the gales ; The crooked keel the parting surge divides , And to the stern retreating roll the tides . And now they ship their oars , and crown with wine The holy goblet to ...
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... wave to spread my sails : That happy clime ! where each revolving year The teeming ewes a triple offspring bear ; And two fair crescents of translucent horn The brows of all their young increase adorn : The shepherd swains , with sure ...
... wave to spread my sails : That happy clime ! where each revolving year The teeming ewes a triple offspring bear ; And two fair crescents of translucent horn The brows of all their young increase adorn : The shepherd swains , with sure ...
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... waves ; Still with expanded sails we court in vain Propitious winds to waft us o'er the main : And the pale mariner at once deplores His drooping vigour and exhausted stores , When lo ! a bright cerulean form appears , The fair Eidothea ...
... waves ; Still with expanded sails we court in vain Propitious winds to waft us o'er the main : And the pale mariner at once deplores His drooping vigour and exhausted stores , When lo ! a bright cerulean form appears , The fair Eidothea ...
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Alcinous Antinous arms Atrides attend beneath blest blood bower brave breast Calypso ceas'd coast coursers cries crown'd Cyclops death decreed deed deep descends dire divine dome doom'd dreadful Dulichium Eumæus Euryclea Eurylochus Eurymachus Ev'n eyes fair falchion fame fate father feast flies goddess gods grac'd grace grief guest hand haste hear heart Heaven hero honours Icarius Iliad Ithaca Jove king labours Laërtes land lord maid Melanthius mighty mind monarch native Neptune night nymph o'er ODYSSEY palace Pallas peers Phemius Pisistratus plac'd plain pleas'd prince Pylos queen race rage realms rejoin'd replies rise rites roll'd round royal sacred sails sate shade shining shore sire skies soft sorrow soul Sparta spoke stranger suitors swain Swift Taphian tears Telemachus thee Theoclymenus thou throne toils touch'd train Ulysses vengeance vessel wandering waves wine woes wretch youth
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