Pope's The Iliad of Homer: Books I, VI, XXII, and XXIV.Longmans, Green and Company, 1896 - 133 oldal |
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xxxv. oldal - Those rules of old discovered, not devised, Are nature still, but nature methodized; Nature, like liberty, is but restrained 90 By the same laws which first herself ordained.
45. oldal - 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.
xxxviii. oldal - Then say not man's imperfect, Heaven in fault; Say rather, man's as perfect as he ought: His knowledge measured to his state and place; His time a moment, and a point his space.
60. oldal - Thus having spoke, th' illustrious chief of Troy Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast, Scared at the dazzling helm and nodding crest. With secret pleasure each fond parent smiled, And Hector...
xxxiv. oldal - That, like it or not, is the way to learn to write; whether I have profited or not, that is the way.
61. oldal - ... ethereal throne, And all ye deathless powers, protect my son ! Grant him like me to purchase just renown, To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown ; Against his country's foes the war to wage, And rise the Hector of the future age ! So when, triumphant from successful toils Of heroes slain, he bears the reeking spoils, Whole hosts may hail him, with deserv'd acclaim, And say, this chief transcends his father's fame : While pleas'd amidst the general shouts of Troy, His mother's conscious heart...
4. oldal - ACHILLES' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing ! That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain ; 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.
47. oldal - The honour'd author of my birth and name ; By his decree I sought the Trojan town, By his instructions learn to win renown, To stand the first in worth as in command, To add new honours to my native land ; Before my eyes my mighty sires to place, And emulate the glories of our race." 260 He spoke ; and transport fill'd Tydides...
58. oldal - Yet, while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all in thee. Alas ! my parents, brothers, kindred, all Once more will perish, if my Hector fall. Thy wife, thy infant, in thy danger share : Oh !. prove a husband's and a father's care ! That quarter most the skilful Greeks annoy, Where yon wild fig-trees join the wall of Troy. Thou from this tower defend th...
57. oldal - Too daring prince! ah, whither dost thou run? Ah, too forgetful of thy wife and son! And think'st thou not how wretched we shall be, A widow I, a helpless orphan he? For sure such courage length of life denies, And thou must fall, thy virtue's sacrifice. Greece in her single heroes strove in vain; Now hosts oppose thee, and thou must be slain.