The Iliad of Homer: Translated by Alexander Pope, Esq. A New Edition, with Additional Notes, Critical and Illustrative, by Gilbert Wakefield, B.A. ...

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H. Baldwin, 1796
 

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Página 189 - Achilles' arms I forced the prey. What then could I against the will of heaven ? Not by myself, but vengeful Ate driven ; She, Jove's dread daughter, fated to infest The race of mortals, enter'd in my breast. Not on the ground that haughty fury treads...
Página 75 - Ajax), be it then thy care, With Merion's aid, the weighty corse to rear ; Myself, and my bold brother will sustain The shock of Hector and his charging train : Nor...
Página 8 - Nor thus the boar (those terrors of the plain ;) Man only vaunts his force, and vaunts in vain. But far the vainest of the boastful kind These sons of Panthus vent their haughty mind.
Página 267 - To hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days, On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues...
Página 248 - In hope the realms of Priam to enjoy, And prove his merits to the throne of Troy? Grant that beneath thy lance Achilles dies, The partial monarch may refuse the prize; Sons he has many; those thy pride may quell: And 'tis his fault to love those sons too well.
Página 135 - 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.
Página 142 - Fate stalk'd amidst them, grim with human gore. And the whole war came out, and met the eye ; And each bold figure seem'd to live, or die..
Página 57 - Tis Hector comes : and when he seeks the prize, War knows no mean ; he wins it or he dies.
Página 316 - O son of Peleus ! Lo, thy gods appear ! Behold ! from Jove descending to thy aid, Propitious Neptune, and the blue-ey'd maid.
Página 322 - Breath, The Eels lie twisting in the Pangs of Death: Now flounce aloft, now dive the scaly Fry, Or gasping, turn their Bellies to the Sky. At length the River rear'd his languid Head, And thus short-panting, to the God he said.

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