Homer, Том 3Harper & Bros., 1836 |
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... queen of the island . WHILE thus the weary wanderer sunk to rest , And peaceful slumbers calm'd his anxious breast , The martial maid , from heaven's aerial height , Swift to Phæacia wing'd her rapid flight . In elder times the soft ...
... queen of the island . WHILE thus the weary wanderer sunk to rest , And peaceful slumbers calm'd his anxious breast , The martial maid , from heaven's aerial height , Swift to Phæacia wing'd her rapid flight . In elder times the soft ...
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... queen she sought , the queen her hours bestow'd In curious works ; the whirling spindle glow'd With crimson threads , while busy damsels cull The snowy fleece , or twist the purpled wool . Meanwhile Phæacia's peers in council sat ; From ...
... queen she sought , the queen her hours bestow'd In curious works ; the whirling spindle glow'd With crimson threads , while busy damsels cull The snowy fleece , or twist the purpled wool . Meanwhile Phæacia's peers in council sat ; From ...
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... queen surrounds , Her rattling quiver from her shoulder sounds : Fierce in the sport , along the mountain's brow They bay the boar , or chase the bounding roe ; High o'er the lawn , with more majestic pace , Above the nymphs she treads ...
... queen surrounds , Her rattling quiver from her shoulder sounds : Fierce in the sport , along the mountain's brow They bay the boar , or chase the bounding roe ; High o'er the lawn , with more majestic pace , Above the nymphs she treads ...
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... I lift my suppliant hands : For Misery , oh queen , before thee stands ! 200 Twice ten tempestuous nights I roll'd , resign'd 205 To roaring billows , and the warring wind ; 210 215 Heaven bade the deep to spare ! but 28 HOMER .
... I lift my suppliant hands : For Misery , oh queen , before thee stands ! 200 Twice ten tempestuous nights I roll'd , resign'd 205 To roaring billows , and the warring wind ; 210 215 Heaven bade the deep to spare ! but 28 HOMER .
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... queen along the rooms of state ; Her royal hand a wondrous work designs , Around a circle of bright damsels shines , Part twist the threads , and part the wool dispose , While with the purple orb the spindle glows . High on a throne ...
... queen along the rooms of state ; Her royal hand a wondrous work designs , Around a circle of bright damsels shines , Part twist the threads , and part the wool dispose , While with the purple orb the spindle glows . High on a throne ...
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address'd Agelaus Alcinous Amphinomus Anticlea Antinous arms Atrides attend bear behold bend beneath bless'd blood bold bower brave breast breath Calypso coast cries crown'd Cyclop death decreed descends dire divine dome dreadful Dulichium Eumæus Euryclea Eurylochus Eurymachus Eurynome Ev'n eyes fair falchion fame fate feast fierce flies friends goddess gods grace guest hand haste hear heart Heaven hero honours Iliad instant Jove king labours Laertes land Laodamas lord maid Melanthius mighty mind monarch mortal native Nausicaa Neptune night nymph o'er palace Pallas pass'd peers pensive press'd prey prince Pylos queen race rage realms rejoin'd replies rise roll'd round royal sacred sails shade shining shore sire skies soft soul spoke spread stranger suitors swain Swift tears Telemachus thee Theoclymenus thou throne thunder Tiresias toils touch'd train Ulysses vengeance vessel wandering waves wine woes wretch youth
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Страница 8 - The birds of broadest wing their mansion form, The chough, the seamew, the loquacious crow, And scream aloft, and skim the deeps below. Depending vines the shelving cavern screen, With purple clusters blushing through the green. Four limpid fountains from the clefts distil...
Страница 212 - Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
Страница 130 - Oh stay, O pride of Greece! Ulysses, stay! Oh cease thy course, and listen to our lay ! Blest is the man ordain'd our voice to hear, The song instructs the soul, and charms the ear. Approach! thy soul shall into raptures rise! Approach! and learn new wisdom from the wise!
Страница 144 - To whom the father of th' immortal powers, Who swells the clouds, and gladdens earth with showers. Can mighty Neptune thus of man complain? Neptune, tremendous o'er the boundless main ! Rever'd and awful e'en in heaven's abodes, Ancient and great! a god above the gods! If that low race offend thy power divine, (Weak, daring creatures ! ) is not vengeance thine ? Go then, the guilty at thy will chastise.
Страница 94 - She faints, she falls; she lifts her weeping eyes. 'What art thou? say ! from whence, from whom you came? O more than human ! tell thy race, thy name. Amazing strength, these poisons to sustain! Not mortal thou, nor mortal is thy brain.
Страница 54 - In fighting fields as far the spear I throw As flies an arrow from the well-drawn bow. Sole in the race the contest I decline, Stiff are my weary joints, and I resign ; By storms and hunger worn : age well may fail, When storms and hunger both at once assail.
Страница 131 - Dire Scylla there a scene of horror forms, And here Charybdis fills the deep with storms. When the tide rushes from her rumbling caves The rough rock roars ; tumultuous boil the waves...
Страница 324 - Longinus is so far from finding any defect in these, that he rather taxes Homer with painting them too minutely. As to the narrations, although they are more numerous as the occasions...
Страница 142 - Phorcys' power, whose name it bears : Two craggy rocks projecting to the main, The roaring wind's tempestuous rage restrain ; Within the waves in softer murmurs glide, And ships secure without their halsers ride.
Страница 68 - They went and found a hospitable race; Not prone to ill, nor strange to foreign guest, They eat, they drink, and nature gives the feast; The trees around them, all their fruit produce; Lotos, the name; divine nectareous juice!