The Iliad, tr. by mr. Pope. [With notes partly by W. Broome. Preceded by] An essay on ... Homer [by T. Parnell].

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Seite 150 - On rush'd bold Hector gloomy as the night; Forbids to plunder, animates the fight. Points to the fleet: "For by the gods, who flies, Who dares but linger, by this hand he dies; No weeping sister his cold eye shall close, No friendly hand his funeral pyre compose. Who stops to plunder at this signal hour, The birds shall tear him, and the dogs devour.
Seite 51 - Where sharp the pang, and mortal is the wound. Bending he fell, and doubled to the ground, Lay panting.
Seite 9 - This having reach'd, his brass-hoof'd steeds he reins, Fleet as the winds, and deck'd with golden manes. Refulgent arms his mighty limbs infold, Immortal arms of adamant and gold. He mounts the car, the golden scourge applies, He sits superior, and the chariot flies : His whirling wheels the glassy surface sweep ; The...
Seite 217 - Some mighty fish draws panting to the shore; Not with less ease the barbed javelin bore The gaping dastard; as the spear was shook, He fell, and life his heartless breast forsook.
Seite 216 - Th' impetuous torrents from their hills obey, Whole fields are drown'd, and mountains swept away; Loud roars the deluge till it meets the main ; And trembling man sees all his labours vain.
Seite 168 - Some lordly bull (the rest dispersed and fled) He singles out; arrests, and lays him dead: Thus from the rage of Jove-like Hector flew All Greece in heaps; but one he...
Seite 208 - Achilles' praise ! Be mindful of your deeds in ancient days ; Your godlike master let your acts proclaim, And add new glories to his mighty name. Think your Achilles sees you fight : be brave, And humble the proud monarch whom you save.
Seite 141 - And hush the roarings of the sacred deep; Olympus, and this earth, in common lie: What claim has here the tyrant of the sky? Far in the distant clouds let him control, And awe the younger brothers of the pole; There to his children his commands be given, The trembling, servile, second race of heaven.
Seite 69 - This heart and hand shall second all thy fires : What with this arm I can, prepare to know, Till death for death be paid, and blow for blow. But 'tis not ours, with forces not our own To combat : strength is of the gods alone.
Seite 221 - And when the' ascending soul has wing'd her flight, Let Sleep and Death convey, by thy command, The breathless body to his native land. His friends and people, to his future praise, A marble tomb and pyramid shall raise, And lasting honours to his ashes give; His fame ('tis all the dead can have) shall live.

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