The Iliad, tr. by mr. Pope. [With notes partly by W. Broome. Preceded by] An essay on ... Homer [by T. Parnell].1756 |
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Achilles Agamemnon Ajax Andromache Antilochus arms Atrides becauſe breaft caft chariot circumftance cloſe confequently courfers courſe Dacier dead death defcribed Deiphobus Diomed Echepolus Euftathius Eumelus eyes facred faid fame fate father fays feems fhade fhall fhews fhore fhould fight fince firſt flain fleep flies fome forrows foul fpeech fpirit ftands ftern ftill ftrength fuch fun'ral glory Goddeſs Gods Grecian Greeks hand heav'n Hector Hecuba hero himſelf Homer honours horfes horſe Idomeneus Iliad Ilion intirely Jove King laft laſt lefs Menelaus moft moſt mournful muft muſt Myrmidons Neftor o'er occafion paffage paffion Pallas Patroclus Peleus Pelides perfon Phrygia plain poem poet pow'r prefent Priam prize race rage raiſe reader reafon reft rife ſhall ſhore ſkies Sperchius ſtand ſtate ſteeds tears thee thefe theſe Thetis thofe thoſe thou thro Trojan Troy Ulyffes uſe vafe Virgil whofe whoſe words
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Strana 153 - Those silver hairs, that venerable face ; His trembling limbs, his helpless person, see ! In all my equal, but in misery ! Yet now, perhaps, some turn of human fate Expels him helpless from his peaceful state...
Strana 29 - twas thy deed: Death and black Fate approach! 'tis I must bleed. No refuge now, no succour from above, Great Jove deserts me, and the son of Jove, Propitious once, and kind! then welcome Fate! 'Tis true I perish, yet I perish great: Yet in a mighty deed I shall expire, Let future ages hear it and admire!
Strana 26 - Of this distress, and sorrow'd in thy flight: It fits us now a noble stand to make, And here, as brothers, equal fates partake.
Strana 138 - Whose days the feast and wanton dance employ. Gluttons and flatterers, the contempt of Troy ! Why teach ye not my rapid wheels to run, And speed my journey to redeem my son?
Strana 12 - Nor must thy corse lie honour'd on the bier, Nor spouse, nor mother, grace thee with a tear ! Far from our pious rites those dear remains Must feast the vultures on the naked plains.
Strana 7 - Through the thick gloom of some tempestuous night Orion's dog (the year when autumn weighs) And o'er the feebler stars exerts his rays; Terrific glory ! for his burning breath Taints the red air with fevers, plagues, and death . So flam'd his fiery mail.
Strana 24 - Jove lifts the golden balances, that show The fates of mortal men, and things below: Here each contending hero's lot he tries, And weighs, with equal hand, their destinies. Low sinks the scale surcharged with Hector's fate; Heavy with death it sinks, and hell receives the weight.
Strana 16 - We greet not here as man conversing man, Met at an oak, or journeying o'er a plain; No season now for calm familiar talk, Like youths and maidens in an evening walk; War is our business, but to whom is given To die or triumph, that determine Heaven!
Strana 14 - But woman-like to fall, and fall without a blow? We greet not here as man conversing man, Met at an oak, or journeying o'er a plain; No season now for calm familiar talk, Like youths and maidens in an...