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Страница v - Unskill'd in swimming, floats remote from shore. He grasps with fruitless hands to find relief, Supinely falls, and grinds his teeth with grief; Plunging he sinks, and struggling mounts again, And sinks, and strives, but strives with fate in vain. The weighty moisture clogs his hairy vest, And thus the prince his dying rage express'd. Nor thou, that fling'st me floundering from thy back , As from...
Страница 80 - Ulysses' gate ! His bulk and beauty speak no vulgar praise ; If, as he seems, he was in better days, Some care his age deserves : or was he prized For worthless beauty! therefore now despised? Such dogs and men there are ; mere things of state, And always cherish'd by their friends, the great.
Страница 97 - No more I bathe, since he no longer sees Those charms, for whom alone I wish to please. The day that bore Ulysses from this coast Blasted the little bloom these cheeks could boast. But instant bid Autonoe descend, Instant Hippodame our steps attend; Ill suits it female virtue, to be seen Alone, indecent, in the walks of men.
Страница 113 - In the rich woof a hound, mosaic drawn, Bore on full stretch, and seized a dappled fawn : Deep in the neck his fangs indent their hold; They pant and struggle in the moving gold.
Страница 200 - Is not thy thought my own? (the god replies Who rolls the thunder o'er the vaulted skies) Hath not long since thy knowing soul decreed, The chief 's return should make the guilty bleed ' 'Tis done, and at thy will the fates succeed. Yet hear the issue: since Ulysses' hand Has slain the suitors, heaven shall bless the land.
Страница 45 - In Hyperesia's groves he made abode, And taught mankind the counsels of the god. From him sprung Theoclymenus, who found (The sacred wine yet foaming on the ground) Telemachus: whom, as to heaven he press'd His ardent vows, the stranger thus address'd.
Страница 173 - Ah no! with sighs Penelope rejoin'd, Excess of joy disturbs thy wandering mind; How bless'd this happy hour, should he appear, Dear to us all, to me supremely dear! Ah no! some god the suitors' deaths decreed, Some god descends, and by his hand they bleed; Blind!
Страница 181 - His servants' insults, his invaded bed, How his whole flocks and herds exhausted bled, His generous wines dishonour'd shed in vain, And the wild riots of the suitor-train. The king alternate a dire tale relates, Of wars, of triumphs, and disastrous fates...