The Iliad of Homer, Volume 1 |
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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Achilles Ajax ancient appear armies arms Atrides bands battle bear bend beneath blood bold BOOK brave breast chariot chief combat command daring dart death descending divine dreadful earth eyes fair fall fame fate fear field fierce fight fire flames force fury give glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste head hear heart heaven Hector heroes Homer honours host immortal Jove king light lost mighty mind monarch move night o'er once Paris plain poems prince prize proud race rage replied rest rise sacred shade shield shining ships shore side sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stood swift thee thou thunder toils train trembling Trojan troops Troy Tydides Ulysses voice walls warrior whole 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 203 - 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 214 - 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 256 - 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 213 - 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.
Bibliographic information
| Title | The Iliad of Homer, Volume 1 The Iliad of Homer, Homer |
| Author | Homer |
| Editor | Theodore Alois Buckley |
| Translated by | Alexander Pope |
| Illustrated by | John Flaxman |
| Contributor | Theodore Alois Buckley |
| Edition | 2 |
| Publisher | Ingram, Cooke, and Company, 1853 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 14 Jun 2006 |
| Length | 664 pages |
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