Translations Into English and LatinDeighton, 1866 - 279 |
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Strona 19
... bring The fair Briseis . If he say you nay , I'll go , ev'n I , with yet a larger force , 355 And take her . And ' twill be the worse for him . " So forth he sent them , charged with hard commands . On , by the waters of the barren main ...
... bring The fair Briseis . If he say you nay , I'll go , ev'n I , with yet a larger force , 355 And take her . And ' twill be the worse for him . " So forth he sent them , charged with hard commands . On , by the waters of the barren main ...
Strona 25
... bring thy child , and holy sacrifice Make for the Greeks ; and reconcile the King , Who now brings many sorrows on the host . " 485 He spake , and gave her to his hand : BOOK I. ] 25 HOMER'S ILIAD .
... bring thy child , and holy sacrifice Make for the Greeks ; and reconcile the King , Who now brings many sorrows on the host . " 485 He spake , and gave her to his hand : BOOK I. ] 25 HOMER'S ILIAD .
Strona 37
... bring more woes , more groanings yet , On Trojan and on Greek in hard - fought fields . He woke and sate erect - the heavenly voice Still floating o'er him : donned his tunic soft 45 And fair and new flung o'er him his great robe ...
... bring more woes , more groanings yet , On Trojan and on Greek in hard - fought fields . He woke and sate erect - the heavenly voice Still floating o'er him : donned his tunic soft 45 And fair and new flung o'er him his great robe ...
Strona 47
... With brass thy tents abound : and in them wait Many and peerless maidens ; whom we Greeks , 245 Whene'er we take a town , choose first for thee . Ask'st thou yet gold ; which one mayhap shall bring- BOOK II . ] 47 HOMER'S ILIAD .
... With brass thy tents abound : and in them wait Many and peerless maidens ; whom we Greeks , 245 Whene'er we take a town , choose first for thee . Ask'st thou yet gold ; which one mayhap shall bring- BOOK II . ] 47 HOMER'S ILIAD .
Strona 48
... bring this mischief on Achaia's sons . 250 Oh cowards ! oh base and mean - not men , but maids ! Home fare we with our ships : and leave him here , 255 To gorge him with his honours - here in Troy : And see if we will fight for him or ...
... bring this mischief on Achaia's sons . 250 Oh cowards ! oh base and mean - not men , but maids ! Home fare we with our ships : and leave him here , 255 To gorge him with his honours - here in Troy : And see if we will fight for him or ...
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Achaian Achilles Agamemnon Amaryllis Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenè Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad Calchas Chryse city home Corydon Daphnis doth dreams earth ECLOGUE enim Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n eyes fair flocks flowers Forty dark ships Gallus gift goat gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herè host Idomeneus Ilion illa Iolla Jove kine King lord Lycidas Lyrnessus maid Menalcas mighty mihi MOPSUS muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus Nunc Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe prayer Priam's Protesilaus Pylos Quæ quam Queis rose round sacred sate seas shalt sheep shepherd shore sing sire Sirmio sleep song of Arcady sons soul spake steeds stream strife sweet swift thee thine thing tibi Tityrus Trojans Troy unto vine voice war-ships warriors wild wind woods words wrath Zeus ΙΟ
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Strona 186 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Strona 210 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Strona 194 - Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitered locks, and stern bespake:— "How well could I have spared for thee, young Swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake, Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold!
Strona 256 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. ' Stay,...
Strona 204 - Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief : 'Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Strona 208 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Strona 196 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Strona 238 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then brisk alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is — Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Strona 198 - Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are...
Strona 222 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.