The Odyssey, tr. by A. Pope. [Followed by] Battle of the frogs and mice [tr.] by archdeacon Parnell, Том 21828 |
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... race , May every god enrich with every grace ! Sure fix'd on virtue may your nation stand , And public evil never touch the land ! His words well weigh'd , the general voice ap- prov'd Benign , and instant his dismission mov'd . The ...
... race , May every god enrich with every grace ! Sure fix'd on virtue may your nation stand , And public evil never touch the land ! His words well weigh'd , the general voice ap- prov'd Benign , and instant his dismission mov'd . The ...
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... race Urg'd by fierce drivers through the dusty space , Toss their high heads , and scour along the plain , So mounts the bounding vessel o'er the main . Back to the stern the parted billows flow , And the black ocean foams and roars ...
... race Urg'd by fierce drivers through the dusty space , Toss their high heads , and scour along the plain , So mounts the bounding vessel o'er the main . Back to the stern the parted billows flow , And the black ocean foams and roars ...
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... race ! Against yon destin'd head in vain I swore , And menac'd vengeance , ere he reach'd his shore ; To reach his natal shore was thy decree ; Mild I obey'd , for who shall war with thee ? Behold him landed , careless and asleep , From ...
... race ! Against yon destin'd head in vain I swore , And menac'd vengeance , ere he reach'd his shore ; To reach his natal shore was thy decree ; Mild I obey'd , for who shall war with thee ? Behold him landed , careless and asleep , From ...
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... race Thou art , that wander'st in this desart place ! With joy to thee , as to some god , I bend , To thee my treasures and myself commend . O tell a wretch , in exile doom'd to stray , What air I breathe , what country I survey ? The ...
... race Thou art , that wander'st in this desart place ! With joy to thee , as to some god , I bend , To thee my treasures and myself commend . O tell a wretch , in exile doom'd to stray , What air I breathe , what country I survey ? The ...
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... race ; Yet not ungrateful to the peasant's pain , Suffices fulness to the swelling grain : The loaded trees their various fruits produce , And clustering grapes afford a generous juice : Woods crown our mountains , and in every grove ...
... race ; Yet not ungrateful to the peasant's pain , Suffices fulness to the swelling grain : The loaded trees their various fruits produce , And clustering grapes afford a generous juice : Woods crown our mountains , and in every grove ...
Често срещани думи и фрази
address'd Agelaus Alcinous Amphiaraus Amphinomus Antinous arms Atrides attend bear beneath bleed bless'd blood bold bower brave breast ceas'd chief coast Crete cries Ctesippus death decreed deed descends divine dome doom'd dreadful Dulichium E'en Echetus Eteoneus Eumæus Euryclea Eurymachus Eurynome eyes fair faithful fame fate father feast frog genial goblet gods grace guest hand haste hear heart heaven herd hero honour'd honours instant Ithaca Jove king labours Laertes land lord lov'd maid Medon Melanthius mighty mind Minerva monarch native night o'er obey palace Pallas pass'd peers Penelope Phemius plac'd pleas'd press'd prey prince Pylos queen race rage rejoin'd replies rise round royal sacred shade shining shore sire skies sorrow soul spear spoke spread stranger suitor-train suitors swain Swift tears Telemachus thee Theoclymenus thine thou toil touch'd train trembling Ulysses vengeance wandering wine woes wretch youth
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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 81 - Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day Makes man a slave takes half his worth away.
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...
Страница 73 - Pirxus ask'd for slaves to bring The gifts and treasures of the Spartan king) Thus thoughtful answer'd: Those we shall not move, Dark and unconscious of the will of Jove ; We know not yet the full event of all...