The Iliad of Homer: Books XIII-XXIV

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Borradaile, 1825
 

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Page 263 - Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood, The source of evil one, and one of good ; From thence the cup of mortal man he fills, Blessings to these, to those distributes ills; To most, he mingles both : the wretch decreed To taste the bad, unmix'd, is cursed indeed; Pursued by wrongs, by meagre famine driven, He wanders, outcast both of earth and heaven.
Page 219 - Forbid to cross the irremeable flood. Now give thy hand ; for to the farther shore When once we pass, the soul returns no more : When once the last funereal flames ascend, No more shall meet Achilles and his friend ; No more our thoughts to those we loved make known ; Or quit the dearest, to converse alone.
Page 222 - Four sprightly coursers, with a deadly groan, Pour forth their lives and on the pyre are thrown. Of nine large dogs, domestic at his board, Fall two, selected to attend their lord. Then last of all, and horrible to tell, Sad sacrifice! Twelve Trojan captives fell. On these the rage of fire victorious preys, Involves and joins them in one common blaze.
Page 201 - And with them turns the rais'd spectator's soul : Thus three times round the Trojan wall they fly ; The gazing gods lean forward from the sky : To whom, while eager on the chase they look, The sire of mortals and immortals spoke : 220 " Unworthy sight ! the man belov'd of heav'n, Behold, inglorious round yon...
Page 210 - A senseless corse! inanimated clay! But not as yet the fatal news had spread To fair Andromache, of Hector dead; As yet no messenger had told his fate, Nor e'en his stay without the Scaean gate.
Page 259 - O'er all the corse, and closed is every wound, Though many a wound they gave. Some heavenly care, Some hand divine, preserves him ever fair: Or all the host of heaven, to whom he led A life so grateful, still regard him dead.
Page 220 - First march the heavy mules, securely slow, O'er hills, o'er dales, o'er crags, o'er rocks they go...
Page 186 - Now glow the waves, the fishes pant for 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: 'Oh, Vulcan!
Page 254 - For sure he seem'd not of terrestrial line ! All those relentless Mars untimely slew, And left me these, a soft and servile crew, Whose days the feast and wanton dance employ, Gluttons and flatterers, the contempt of Troy ! Why teach ye not my rapid wheels to run, And speed my journey to redeem my son ? " The sons their father's wretched age revere, Forgive his anger, and produce the car.
Page 181 - JEacus, and Jove, am I ; The race of these superior far to those, As he that thunders to the stream that flows. What rivers can, Scamander might have shown ; But Jove he dreads, nor wars against his son.

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