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

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John Halpen, John Rice, and Ann Colles, 1791
 

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Σελίδα 175 - In counterpoise, now ponders all events, Battles and realms: In these he put two weights, The sequel each of parting and of fight: The latter quick up flew, and kick'd the beam ; Which Gabriel spying, thus bespake the Fiend.
Σελίδα 92 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay, So flourish these, when those are past away.
Σελίδα 380 - Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom; The life which others pay, let us bestow, And give to Fame what we to Nature owe; Brave tho' we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give!
Σελίδα 130 - To mortal combat on the listed plain. For not this day shall end thy glorious date ; The gods have spoke it, and their voice is fate.
Σελίδα 314 - Finds, on some grassy lair, the couching fawns, Their bones he cracks, their reeking vitals draws, And grinds the quivering...
Σελίδα 92 - Sustain thy life, and human be thy birth, Bold as thou art, too prodigal of breath, Approach, and enter the dark gates of death." " What, or from whence I am, or who my sire, (Replied the chief,) can Tydeus...
Σελίδα 132 - And he stood and cried unto the armies of Israel, and said unto them, Why are ye come out to set your battle in array ? Am not I a Philistine, and ye servants to Saul ? Choose you a man for you, and let him come down to me.
Σελίδα 109 - Had seen my death ! Why did not whirlwinds bear The fatal infant to the fowls of air ? Why sunk I not beneath the whelming tide, And 'midst the roarings of the waters died?
Σελίδα 46 - So when th' embattled clouds, in dark array, Along the skies their gloomy lines display; When now the North his...
Σελίδα 84 - The cares and glories of this doubtful day; On whom your aids', your country's hopes depend, Wise to consult, and active to defend ! Here, at our gates, your brave efforts unite, Turn back the routed, and forbid the flight ; . 100 Ere yet their wives' soft arms the cowards gain, The sport and insult of the hostile train.

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