Chapters on the Poets of Ancient GreeceWhittaker & Company, 1841 - 263 sidor |
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... Rise up my men , bold Hector cried , our foes are trampling near ; The dust their herald ye may see , their leaders ' voices hear : Full many a fight hath Hector waged , full oft a leader been ; But a band so many thousand strong , he ...
... Rise up my men , bold Hector cried , our foes are trampling near ; The dust their herald ye may see , their leaders ' voices hear : Full many a fight hath Hector waged , full oft a leader been ; But a band so many thousand strong , he ...
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... rise , And sleep departs away from them : so slumber from the eyes Of all the Grecian chieftains fled ; and each one's ear intent To hear the foes advancing , toward the Trojan plain was bent . Then follows the sally of Odysseus and ...
... rise , And sleep departs away from them : so slumber from the eyes Of all the Grecian chieftains fled ; and each one's ear intent To hear the foes advancing , toward the Trojan plain was bent . Then follows the sally of Odysseus and ...
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... rise from an age when men and actions stand prominently forth , and in which we can imagine ourselves to be living and doing , and getting in its course more unreal and mysterious , it at last fades off into a region dim and unknown ...
... rise from an age when men and actions stand prominently forth , and in which we can imagine ourselves to be living and doing , and getting in its course more unreal and mysterious , it at last fades off into a region dim and unknown ...
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... rising place of the sun . Book XII . Here they find Circe , who loads them with good things , and gives them injunctions for their journey , warning them against the song of the Seirens , the danger of Scylla and Charybdis , and the ...
... rising place of the sun . Book XII . Here they find Circe , who loads them with good things , and gives them injunctions for their journey , warning them against the song of the Seirens , the danger of Scylla and Charybdis , and the ...
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... rising up upon men's minds . Handmaids at the mill speak prophecies . Weary with unrewarded toil , they snuff the ... rise among the dreams of memory . Bold is the trial ; the Sweet words ; but bitter deeds follow . faithful servants ...
... rising up upon men's minds . Handmaids at the mill speak prophecies . Weary with unrewarded toil , they snuff the ... rise among the dreams of memory . Bold is the trial ; the Sweet words ; but bitter deeds follow . faithful servants ...
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Sida 245 - Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands, Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil ; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades. See there the olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long; There flowery hill Hymettus, with the sound Of bees...
Sida 186 - Death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Sida 244 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Sida 186 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Sida 15 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Sida 246 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough; Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Sida 50 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Sida 51 - In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. AH round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.
Sida 257 - Fresh as the foam, new-bathed in Paphian wells, With rosy slender fingers backward drew From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair Ambrosial, golden round her lucid throat And shoulder: from the violets her light foot Shone rosy-white, and o'er her rounded form Between the shadows of the vine-bunches Floated the glowing sunlights, as she moved.
Sida 223 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...