The Iliad of Homer, Book 1Scott, Foresman and Company, 1900 |
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Achilles Æneas Agamemnon Ajax Antilochus Apollo armor arms Atrides attack battle bear beheld body of Patroclus BOOK brave breast chariot chief command dead death Diomedes divine dreadful Eurypylus Ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fate father fear feast fierce fight fire fun'ral gates gifts giv'n Glaucus glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand heart heav'n heav'nly Hector Hecuba Helen heroes Homer honours horses hurls his spear Idomeneus Iliad Ilion immortals Jove Jove's Juno Jupiter king Menelaüs Meriones monarch mortal mournful Neptune Nestor o'er Oïleus Pallas Paris Patroclus Peleus Phoebus plain poet Polydamas Pope Pope's pow'r pray'r Priam prize race rage reply'd retire rise rushes sacred Sarpedon shield ships shore sire skies slain slays sorrows soul speaks spoke stern Swift sword tears Teucer thee Thetis thou thro tow'rs trembling Trojans Troy Ulysses urging vengeance Vulcan wall warriors WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY wound wretched
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Page 17 - Then he instructed a young nobleman, that the best poet in England was Mr. Pope (a Papist), who had begun a translation of Homer into English verse, for which he must have them all subscribe. "For," says he, "the author shall not begin to print till I have a thousand guineas for him.
Page 32 - And lighten glimmering Xanthus with their rays ; The long reflections of the distant fires 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'er their heaps of corn, And ardent warriors wait the rising morn.
Page 194 - 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 94 - O thou! whose glory fills the ethereal throne, And all ye deathless powers! protect my son! Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown, To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown, Against his country's foes the war to wage, And rise the Hector of the future age! So when triumphant from successful toils Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils, Whole hosts may hail him with deserved acclaim, And say, 'This chief transcends his father's fame.' While pleased amidst the general shouts of Troy, His...
Page 79 - 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 past away.
Page 92 - Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates! (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Page 91 - 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 : Oh ! prove a husband's and a father's care! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon wild fig-trees join the wall of Troy : Thou from this tower defend th...
Page 93 - Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast, Scared at the dazzling helm and nodding crest.
Page 179 - And, soon as morning paints the eastern skies, The sight is granted to thy longing eyes. But now the peaceful hours of sacred night Demand refection, and to rest invite : Nor thou, O father ! thus consum'd with woe, 755 The common cares that nourish life forego.
Page 91 - Oh grant me, gods, ere Hector meets his doom, All I can ask of heaven, an early tomb! So shall my days in one sad tenor run, And end with sorrows as they first begun. No parent now remains my griefs to share, No father's aid, no mother's tender care.