The first book of Pope's Homer's Iliad, tr. into Lat. elegiacs by the hon. G. DenmanDeighton, Bell and Company, 1873 - 63 oldal |
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50. oldal - The' assistants part, transfix, and roast the rest: Then spread the tables, the repast prepare, Each takes his seat, and each receives his share. When now the rage of hunger was repress'd, With pure libations they conclude the feast; The youths with wine the copious goblets crown'd, And, pleas'd, dispense the flowing bowls around...
18. oldal - Far hence removed, the hoarse-resounding main, And walls of rocks, secure my native reign, Whose fruitful soil luxuriant harvests grace, Rich in her fruits, and in her martial race. Hither we sail'd, a voluntary throng, To...
34. oldal - Safe in her sides the hecatomb they stow'd, Then, swiftly sailing, cut the liquid road. The host to expiate next the king prepares, 410 With pure lustrations and with solemn pray'rs. Wash'd by the briny wave, the pious train Are cleans'd; and cast th' ablutions in the main. Along the shore whole hecatombs were laid, And bulls and goats to Phoebus
2. oldal - Whose limbs, unburied on the naked shore, Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore ; Since great Achilles and Atrides strove, Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove. Declare, O Muse ! in what ill-fated hour, Sprung the fierce strife, from what offended power...
44. oldal - Let Agamemnon lift his haughty head O'er all his wide dominion of the dead, And mourn in blood that e'er he durst disgrace The boldest warrior of the Grecian race.
54. oldal - He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows, Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god : High heaven with trembling the dread signal took, And all Olympus to the centre shook.
12. oldal - The priest may pardon, and the god may spare." The prophet spoke ; when, with a gloomy frown, The monarch started from his shining throne ; Black choler fill'd his breast, that boil'd with ire, And from his eye-balls flash'd the living fire.
30. oldal - Do you, young warriors, hear my age advise. Atrides, seize not on the beauteous slave; That prize the Greeks by common suffrage gave: Nor thou, Achilles, treat our prince with pride; Let kings be just, and sovereign power preside.
24. oldal - Tis ours, the chance of fighting fields to try; Thine to look on, and bid the valiant die: So much 'tis safer through the camp to go, And rob a subject, than despoil a foe.
6. oldal - Far from her native soil and weeping sire." The trembling priest along the shore return'd, And in the anguish of a father mourn'd. Disconsolate...