The Iliad, rendered into Engl. blank verse, by Edward earl of Derby, Zväzok 11865 |
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Strana 14
... Alas , alas ! what grief is this for Greece ! What joy for Priam , and for Priam's sons ! What exultation for the men of Troy , To hear of feuds ' tween you , of all the Greeks The first in council , and the first in fight ! Yet , hear ...
... Alas , alas ! what grief is this for Greece ! What joy for Priam , and for Priam's sons ! What exultation for the men of Troy , To hear of feuds ' tween you , of all the Greeks The first in council , and the first in fight ! Yet , hear ...
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The Iliad, rendered into Engl. blank verse, by Edward earl of Derby, Zväzok 1 Homerus Úplné zobrazenie - 1865 |
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Acamas Achilles address'd ægis-bearing Jove Agamemnon Ajax amid answer'd Antilochus arms Atreus Atrides battle battle-field bear beneath beside blue-ey'd bore brass-clad brave breast Briseis call'd camp Capaneus chariot chief Chryseis comrades counsel courage crowd dark-ribb'd ships death dwelt Eneas Epeians Eurypylus ev'n ev'ry fair Briseis fell fight gates glancing helm Goddess godlike Gods Grecian Greece Greeks hand haste hath Heav'n heav'nly Hector honour horses host hurl'd Idomeneus Ilium's immortal Jove Juno King lofty long-hair'd Greeks Lord loud Lycians Mars Menelaus mighty monarch Agamemnon mov'd Neleus noble o'er obey'd Olympus Pallas pass'd Patroclus Peleus plac'd plain pow'r pray'r Priam's Pylos ranks reach'd rush'd Sarpedon Saturn's shield sire slain slew sons of Greece soul spear spoke steeds Sthenelus stood struck sword Telamon tent Teucer thee thine thou toil tow'r Trojans troops Troy turn'd Tydeus Tydides Ulysses urg'd valiant Diomed walls warlike warrior white-arm'd words wound wrath
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Strana 155 - I know, The day must come when this our sacred Troy, And Priam's race, and Priam's royal self, Shall in one common ruin be o'erthrown. But not the thoughts of Troy's impending fate, Nor Hecuba's nor royal Priam's woes, Nor loss of brethren, numerous and brave, By hostile hands laid prostrate in the dust, So deeply wring my heart as thoughts of thee, Thy days of freedom lost, and led away A weeping captive by some brass-clad Greek ; Haply in Argos, at a mistress' beck, Condemn'd to ply the loom, or...
Strana xiii - They never did me wrong ; they never drove My cattle, or my horses; never sought In Phthia's fertile, life-sustaining fields To waste the crops ; for wide between us lay The shadowy mountains and the roaring sea. 185 With thee, O void of shame ! with thee we sail'd, For Menelaus and for thee, ingrate, Glory and fame on Trojan crests to win.
Strana 13 - And leave to me the furth'rance of thy suit. Lo, to confirm thy faith, I nod my head ; And well among th' immortal Gods is known The solemn import of that pledge from me : For ne'er my promise shall deceive, or fail, 620 Or be recall'd, if with a nod confinn'd." He said, and nodded with his shadowy brows; Wav'd on th' immortal head th' ambrosial locks, And all Olympus trembled at his nod.
Strana 77 - Then rose too mingled shouts and groans of men Slaying and slain ; the earth ran red with blood. As when, descending from the mountain's brow, Two wintry torrents, from their copious source Pour downward to the narrow pass, where meet Their mingled waters in some deep ravine, Their weight of flood ; on the far mountain's side The shepherd hears the roar ; so loud arose The shouts and yells of those commingling hosts.
Strana 63 - ... strained, sharp rang the horn, And loud the sinew twanged, as toward the crowd With deadly speed the eager arrow sprang — it struck Just where the golden clasps the belt restrained. And where the breastplate, doubled, checked its force On the close-fitting belt the arrow struck ; Right through the belt of curious workmanship It drove, and through the breastplate richly wrought, And through the coat of mail he wore beneath, His inmost guard, and best defence to check The hostile weapon's force...
Strana 157 - Dearest, wring not thus my heart! For till my day of destiny is come, No man may take my life; and when it comes, Nor brave nor coward can escape that day. But go thou home, and ply thy household cares, The loom and distaff, and appoint thy maids Their sev'ral tasks; and leave to men of Troy And, chief of all to me, the toils of war.
Strana 5 - Alas, alas! what grief is this for Greece! What joy for Priam and for Priam's sons! What exultation for the men of Troy, To hear of feuds 'tween you, of all the Greeks 305 The first in counsel, and the first in fight!
Strana 77 - Mars the sister and the friend : With humble crest at first, anon her head, While yet she treads the earth, affronts the skies. The gage of battle in the midst she threw, Strode through the crowd, and woe to mortals wrought. When to the midst they came, together...
Strana 155 - Then they who see thy tears perchance may say, " Lo ! this was Hector's wife, who, when they fought On plains of Troy, was Ilium's bravest chief." Thus may they speak ; and thus thy grief renew For loss of him, who might have been thy shield To rescue thee from slav'ry's bitter hour.
Strana 150 - To whom great Hector of the glancing helm : '' Though kind thy wish, yet, Helen, ask me not To sit or rest; I cannot yield to thee: 420 For to the succour of our friends I haste, Who feel my loss, and sorely need my aid. But thou thy husband rouse, and let him speed, That he may find me still within the walls. For I too homeward go ; to see once more 425 My household, and my wife, and infant child : For whether I may e'er again return, I know not, or if Heav'n have so decreed, That I this day by...