The Works of the English Poets, from Chaucer to Cowper, المجلد 19Alexander Chalmers J. Johnson, 1810 |
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الصفحة 32
... earth - born men enjoy , None stands so dear to Jove as sacred Troy . No mortals merit more distinguish'd grace Than godlike Priam , or than Priam's race , Still to our name their hetacombs expire , And altars blaze with unextinguish'd ...
... earth - born men enjoy , None stands so dear to Jove as sacred Troy . No mortals merit more distinguish'd grace Than godlike Priam , or than Priam's race , Still to our name their hetacombs expire , And altars blaze with unextinguish'd ...
الصفحة 39
... earth he leaps ; his brazen armour rings . Two shining spears are brandish'd in his hands ; Thus arm'd , he animates his drooping bands , Revives their ardour , turns their steps from flight , And wakes anew the dying flames of fight ...
... earth he leaps ; his brazen armour rings . Two shining spears are brandish'd in his hands ; Thus arm'd , he animates his drooping bands , Revives their ardour , turns their steps from flight , And wakes anew the dying flames of fight ...
الصفحة 41
... earth he leaps ; his brazen armour rings . Two shiuing spears are brandish'd in his hands ; Thus arm'd , he animates his drooping bands , Revives their ardour , turns their steps from flight , And wakes anew the dying flames of fight ...
... earth he leaps ; his brazen armour rings . Two shiuing spears are brandish'd in his hands ; Thus arm'd , he animates his drooping bands , Revives their ardour , turns their steps from flight , And wakes anew the dying flames of fight ...
الصفحة 46
... Earth Sustain thy life , and human be thy birth ; Bold as thou art , too prodigal of breath , Approach , and enter the dark gates of Death . " " What , or from whence I am , or who my sire , " ( Reply'd the chief ) " can Tydeus ' son ...
... Earth Sustain thy life , and human be thy birth ; Bold as thou art , too prodigal of breath , Approach , and enter the dark gates of Death . " " What , or from whence I am , or who my sire , " ( Reply'd the chief ) " can Tydeus ' son ...
الصفحة 52
... Earth and air . lives there a chief whom Ajax ought to dread , Ajax in all the toils of battle bred ? From warlike Salamis I drew my birth , And , born to combats , fear no force on Earth . ' ! He said . The troops , with elevated eyes ...
... Earth and air . lives there a chief whom Ajax ought to dread , Ajax in all the toils of battle bred ? From warlike Salamis I drew my birth , And , born to combats , fear no force on Earth . ' ! He said . The troops , with elevated eyes ...
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Achilles Æneas Ajax Alcinous Antilochus arms Atrides band bear behold beneath blood bold brave breast chariot chief command coursers crown'd dart death descends dire divine dreadful Earth Eurymachus Ev'n eyes fair falchion fame fate father fear feast field fierce fight fire fix'd flames flies flood force fury glory goddess gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand haste heart Heaven Hector hero honours host Idomeneus Iliad Ilion javelin Jove king labours lance land Latian Lycian maid Menelaus mighty Mnestheus monarch mortal Neptune night numbers o'er Pallas Patroclus Peleus plain poet Priam prince proud Pylian queen race rage rising sacred seas shade shield shining ships shore sire skies slain soul spear spoke stand steeds stood swain Swift sword tears Telemachus thee thou thunder toils train trembling Trojan Troy Turnus Ulysses Virgil walls warrior winds woes wound wretched youth
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الصفحة 58 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye...
الصفحة 210 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
الصفحة 75 - Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas ! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom, The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give...
الصفحة 329 - I have endeavoured to make Virgil speak such English, as he would himself have spoken, if he had been born in England, and in this present age.
الصفحة 61 - Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
الصفحة 18 - 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.
الصفحة 297 - The fiery courser, when he hears from far The sprightly trumpets, and the shouts of war, Pricks up his ears ; and, trembling with delight.
الصفحة 131 - Scarce the whole people stop his desperate course, While strong affliction gives the feeble force: Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro, In all the raging impotence of woe. At length he roll'd in dust, and thus begun, Imploring all, and naming one by one: 'Ah! let me, let me go where sorrow calls; I, only I, will issue from your walls (Guide or companion, friends!
الصفحة 11 - But that which is to be allowed him, and which very much contributed to cover his defects, is a daring fiery spirit that animates his translation, which is something like what one might imagine Homer himself would have writ before he arrived at years of discretion.
الصفحة 157 - Perverse mankind ! whose wills, created free, Charge all their woes on absolute decree ; All to the dooming gods their guilt translate, And follies are miscall'd the crimes of Fate.