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15 cents 40 cents Achilles Agamemnon Andromache arms Astyanax Atrides avenging beauteous beheld blood brave breast Brisei's Bucolion chief Chryses command corse coursers cries crown'd dame dead death divine dreadful Eetion eyes fair fall fame fate father fear fierce fight fix'd flames flies friends gates gifts glory goddess godlike gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks grief hand Hawthorne's heart heaven hecatomb Hector Hecuba Hermes heroes Homer honor'd honors host Iliad Ilion join'd Jove Jove's king lov'd Lycia maid matrons Menelaus mind monarch mortal mournful Mysia Number o'er pass'd Patroclus Peleus Pelides Phoebus Phrygia plain Poems Pope Pope's pow'r prayer press'd Priam priest prince prize race rage replies roll'd sacred shade shore sire skies slain sorrows soul spoke stern stretch'd suppliant Swift tears thee Thetis thine thou toils translation trembling Trojan Troy Troy's Tydeus vengeance walls warrior weeping wrath wretched youth
Page 45 - 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...
Page 47 - ... earth; And such the hard condition of our birth, No force can then resist, no flight can save ; All sink alike, the fearful and the brave. No more — but hasten to thy tasks at home ; There guide the spindle, and direct the loom. Me glory summons to the martial scene, The field of combat is the sphere for men; Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim, The first in danger, as the first in fame.
Page 45 - Yet come it will, the day decreed by fates! (How my heart trembles while my tongue relates!) The day when thou, imperial Troy! must bend, And see thy warriors fall, thy glories end.
Page 44 - Oh grant me, gods, ere Hector meets his doom, All I can ask of heaven, an early tomb! So shall my days in one sad tenor run, And end with sorrows as they first begun. No parent now remains my griefs to share, No father's aid, no mother's tender care.
Page 33 - 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 pass'd away.
Page 46 - 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.
Page 47 - Fix'd is the term to all the race of earth, And such the hard condition of our birth : No force can then resist, no flight can save ; All sink alike, the fearful and the brave. No more — but hasten to thy tasks at home, There guide the spindle and direct the loom.
Page 23 - 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.
Page 46 - O thou whose glory fills the 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 deserved acclaim, And say, This chief transcends his father's fame : While pleased amidst the general shouts of Troy, His...
Page 46 - Priam's hoary hairs defiled with gore, Not all my brothers gasping on the shore, As thine, Andromache! Thy griefs I dread; I see thee trembling, weeping, captive led, In Argive looms our battles to design, And woes, of which so large a part was thine: To bear the victor's hard commands, or bring The weight of waters from Hyperia's spring.