Pope's Translation of Homer's Iliad: Books I, VI, XXII, XXIV, Book 1; Book 6; Book 22; Book 24

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Ginn, 1898 - 114 pages

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Page 42 - And guard my father's glories, and my own. "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 40 - Silent the warrior smiled, and pleased resign'd To tender passions all his mighty mind; His beauteous princess cast a mournful look, Hung on his hand, and then dejected spoke; Her bosom labour'd with a boding sigh, And the big tear stood trembling in her eye.
Page 43 - ... 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 deserv'd acclaim, And say, this chief transcends his father's fame : While pleas'd amidst the general shouts of Troy, His mother's conscious heart...
Page xxvi - 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 42 - Priam's hoary hairs defil'd 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!
Page 69 - She spake, and veil'd her head in sable shade, Which, flowing long, her graceful person clad; And forth she paced, majestically sad. Then through the world of waters they repair (The way fair Iris led) to upper air. The deeps dividing, o'er the coast they rise, And touch with momentary flight the skies. There in the lightning's blaze the sire they found, And all the gods in shining synod round.
Page 28 - These straits demand our last remains of might. Meanwhile, thou, Hector, to the town retire, ; * And teach our mother what the gods require ; Direct the queen to lead th...
Page 41 - Thou, from this tower defend the' important post; There Agamemnon points his dreadful host, That pass Tydides, Ajax, strive to gain, And there the vengeful Spartan fires his train.
Page 2 - May Jove restore you when your toils are o'er Safe to the pleasures of your native shore. But, oh ! relieve a wretched parent's pain, And give Chryseis to these arms again; If mercy fail, yet let my presents, move, And dread avenging Phoebus, son of Jove.
Page 43 - No more — but hasten to thy tasks at home, There guide the spindle and direct the loom. Me glory summons to the martial scene ; The field of combat is the sphere for men. Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim, The first in danger, as the first in fame.

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