The Iliad: Of Homer. Translated by Mr. Pope. ...

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John Halpen, John Rice, and Ann Colles, 1791
 

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Page 31 - He hoped the conquest of the Cretan king. The wary Cretan, as his foe drew near, Full on his throat...
Page 56 - 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.
Page 5 - The enormous monsters rolling o'er the deep Gambol around him on the watery way, And heavy whales in awkward measures play ; The sea subsiding spreads a level plain, Exults, and owns the monarch of the main ; The parting waves before his coursers fly ; The wondering waters leave his axle dry.
Page 151 - Once sons of Mars, and thunderbolts of war! Ah ! yet be mindful of your old renown, Your great forefathers
Page 263 - Struck from the walls, the echoes float on high, And the round bulwarks and thick towers reply ; So high his brazen voice the hero rear'd, Hosts...
Page 39 - Transpierced his back with a dishonest wound : The hollow vein that to the neck extends Along the chine, his eager javelin rends : Supine he falls, and to his social train Spreads his imploring arms, but spreads in vain. Th...
Page 267 - The Pleiads, Hyads, with the northern team; And great Orion's more refulgent beam; To which, around the axle of the sky, The Bear, revolving, points his golden eye, Still shines exalted on th' ethereal plain, Nor bathes his blazing forehead in the main.
Page 196 - Or weigh the great occasion, and be more. The chief who taught our lofty walls to yield, Lies pale in death, extended on the field ; To guard his body, Troy in numbers flies ; 'Tis half the glory to maintain our prize. Haste, strip his arms, the slaughter round him spread, And send the living Lycians to the dead.
Page 42 - Atrides' heart, Repell'd to distance flics the bounding dart. Atrides, watchful of the unwary foe, Pierc'd with his lance the hand that grasp'd the bow, And nail'd it to the yew: the wounded hand Trail'd the long lance that mark'd with blood the...
Page 57 - Chief urged on chief, and man drove man along. Far o'er the plains in dreadful order bright, The brazen arms reflect a beamy light: Full in the blazing van great Hector...

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