The Iliad of Homer, Volume 1Ingram, Cooke, and Company, 1853 - 664 pages |
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... behold the world of gods and heroes no less than of feeble mortals , and to behold them reflected with purity and truth . His poems are founded on the first feeling of human nature ; on the love of children , wife , and country ; on ...
... behold the world of gods and heroes no less than of feeble mortals , and to behold them reflected with purity and truth . His poems are founded on the first feeling of human nature ; on the love of children , wife , and country ; on ...
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... behold their battles , methinks the two poets resemble the heroes they celebrate . Homer , boundless and irresistible as Achilles , bears all before him , and shines more and more as the tumult increases : Virgil , calmly daring , like ...
... behold their battles , methinks the two poets resemble the heroes they celebrate . Homer , boundless and irresistible as Achilles , bears all before him , and shines more and more as the tumult increases : Virgil , calmly daring , like ...
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... behold the vengeance too . " " Forbear ! ( the progeny of Jove replies ) To calm thy fury I forsake the skies : Let great Achilles , to the gods resign'd , To reason yield the empire o'er his mind . By awful Juno this command is given ...
... behold the vengeance too . " " Forbear ! ( the progeny of Jove replies ) To calm thy fury I forsake the skies : Let great Achilles , to the gods resign'd , To reason yield the empire o'er his mind . By awful Juno this command is given ...
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... Behold the field , nor mingle in the war . The sire of gods and all the ethereal train , On the warm limits of the farthest main , Now mix with mortals , nor disdain to grace The feasts of Ethiopia's blameless race ; 26 Twelve days the ...
... Behold the field , nor mingle in the war . The sire of gods and all the ethereal train , On the warm limits of the farthest main , Now mix with mortals , nor disdain to grace The feasts of Ethiopia's blameless race ; 26 Twelve days the ...
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... behold my son no more ; 300 310 320 12 It may be remarked , that the character of Thersites , revolting and contemptible as it is , serves admirably to develop the disposition of Ulysses in a new light , in which mere cunning is less ...
... behold my son no more ; 300 310 320 12 It may be remarked , that the character of Thersites , revolting and contemptible as it is , serves admirably to develop the disposition of Ulysses in a new light , in which mere cunning is less ...
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Achilles Æneas Agamemnon Ajax armies arms Atrides bands battle beauteous behold bend beneath blood bold brave breast chariot chief combat command coursers crown'd daring dart descending Diomed divine dreadful Eurypylus eyes fair falchion fame fate fear field fierce fight fire fix'd flames force fury glory goddess godlike gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste heart heaven heavenly Hector heroes Homer honours host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion Ilion's immortal javelin Jove Juno king lance Lycian maid martial mighty Minerva monarch mortal Nestor night numbers o'er Pallas Paris pass'd Patroclus Peleus Phrygian plain poems poet press'd Priam Priam's prince prize proud Pylian race rage sacred Scamander shade shield shining ships shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke steeds Sthenelus stood swift thee thou Thracian thunder Tlepolemus toils trembling Trojan troops Troy Tydeus Tydides Ulysses Virgil walls warrior woes wound youth
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Page 91 - Nor was his name unheard or unadored In ancient Greece ; and in Ausonian land Men called him Mulciber ; and how he fell From heaven, they fabled, thrown by angry Jove Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Page 205 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Page 216 - Priam's hoary hairs defiled with gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shore, As thine, Andromache ! thy griefs I dread ; I see thee trembling, weeping, captive led ! In Argive looms our battles to design, And woes, of which so large a part was thine ! To bear the victor's hard commands, or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring. There, while you groan beneath the load of life, They cry, Behold the mighty Hector's wife...
Page 258 - Gleam on the walls, and tremble on the spires. A thousand piles the dusky horrors gild, And shoot a shady lustre o'er the field. Full fifty guards each flaming pile attend, Whose umber'd arms by fits thick flashes send; Loud neigh the coursers o'ar their heaps of corn, And ardent warriors wait the rising morn.
Page 47 - Homer was the greater genius, Virgil the better artist. In one we most admire the man, in the other the work ; Homer hurries and transports us with a commanding impetuosity, Virgil leads us with an attractive majesty; Homer scatters with a generous profusion, Virgil bestows with «a careful magnificence...
Page 215 - Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee : Alas ! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall. Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share : O prove a husband's and a father's care ! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon...
Page 63 - Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose: but still persist to read, And Homer will be all the books you need.
Page 72 - But to resume whate'er thy avarice craves (That trick of tyrants) may be borne by slaves. Yet if our chief for plunder only fight, The spoils of Ilion shall thy loss requite, Whene'er, by Jove's decree, our conquering powers Shall humble to the dust her lofty towers.
Page 82 - The Greeks in shouts their joint assent declare, The priest to reverence, and release the fair. Not so Atrides: he, with kingly pride...
Page 133 - No wonder, such celestial charms For nine long years have set the world in arms! What winning graces! what majestic mien! She moves a Goddess, and she looks a Queen. Yet hence, oh Heav'n! convey that fatal face, And from destruction save the Trojan race.