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Achilles Ajax armies arms Atrides bands battle bear bend beneath blood bold brave breast chariot chief combat command coursers daring dart death deep descends divine dreadful earth eyes fair fall fame fate fear field fierce fight fire flames force Full fury give glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste head hear heart Heaven Hector heroes Homer honours host immortal Jove king lance light mighty monarch move Nestor night o'er once plain prince prize proud race rage raise replied rest rise sacred shade shakes shield shining ships shore side sire skies slain sons soul sound spear spoke spread stand steeds stood swift tent thee thou thunder toils towers train trembling Trojan troops Troy Tydides Ulysses walls warrior whole woes wound youth
3. oldal - It is to the strength of this amazing invention we are to attribute that unequalled fire and rapture which is so forcible in Homer, that no man of a true poetical spirit is master of himself while he reads him.
166. oldal - 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 deserved acclaim, And say, " This chief transcends his father's fame While pleased, amidst the general shouts of Troy, His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy.
22. oldal - Declare, O Muse ! in what ill-fated hour Sprung the fierce strife ; from what offended power? Latona's son a dire contagion spread, And heap'd the camp with mountains of the dead; The king of men his reverend priest defied And for the king's offence the people died.
229. oldal - Yet hear one word, and lodge it in thy heart: No more molest me on Atrides' part. Is it for him these tears are taught to flow, For him these sorrows ? for my mortal foe ? A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows : One should our interests and our passions be ; My friend must hate the man that injures me.
274. oldal - A wise physician, skill'd our wounds to heal, Is more than armies to the public weal.
38. oldal - The sire of gods, and all th' ethereal train, On the warm limits of the farthest main, Now mix with mortals, nor disdain to grace The feasts of Ethiopia's blameless race ; Twelve days the powers indulge the genial rite, Returning with the twelfth revolving light. Then will I mount the brazen dome, and move The high tribunal of immortal Jove.
166. oldal - Thus having spoke, the 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.
15. oldal - ... commendations as he may gain by that character of style, which his friends must agree together to call simplicity, and the rest of the world will call dulness. There is a graceful and dignified simplicity, as well as a bald and sordid one, which differ as much...
188. oldal - The gates unfolding pour forth all their train ; Squadrons on squadrons cloud the dusky plain : Men, steeds, and chariots shake the trembling ground : The tumult thickens, and the skies resound. And now with shouts the shocking armies closed, To lances, lances, shields to shields opposed ; Host against host with shadowy legions drew, The sounding darts in iron tempests flew ; Victors and vanquish'd join promiscuous cries, Triumphant shouts and dying groans arise : With streaming blood the slippery...
4. oldal - ... not enough to have taken in the whole circle of arts, and the whole compass of Nature, to supply his maxims and reflections ; all the inward passions and affections of mankind, to furnish his characters ; and all the outward forms and images of things for his descriptions; but wanting yet an ampler sphere to expatiate in, he opened a new and boundless walk for his imagination, and created a world for himself in the invention of Fable. That which Aristotle calls the soul of poetry, was first breathed...