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Selections from Homer's Iliad: With an Introduction, Notes, a Short Homeric ...
Limited preview - 2001
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Page 239 - I must go, for my kinsfolk pray In the little grey church on the shore to-day. Twill be Easter-time in the world— ah me! And I lose my poor soul, Merman, here with thee.
Page 294 - Life is not to be bought with heaps of gold. Not all Apollo's Pythian treasures hold, Or Troy once held, in peace and pride of sway, Can bribe the poor possession of a day! Lost herds and treasures we by arms regain, And steeds unrivall'd on the dusty plain: But from our lips the vital spirit fled, Returns no more to wake the silent dead.
Page 340 - And as, when heavy sleep has closed the sight, The sickly fancy labours in the night; We seem to run; and, destitute of force, Our sinking limbs forsake us in the course: In vain we heave for breath; in vain we cry; The nerves, unbraced, their usual strength deny; And on the tongue the faltering accents die...
Page 309 - As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful, when all the winds are laid, And every height comes out, and jutting peak And valley, and the immeasurable heavens Break open to their highest, and all the stars Shine, and the Shepherd gladdens in his heart...
Page 315 - So, on the bloody sand, Sohrab lay dead. And the great Rustum drew his horseman's cloak Down o'er his face, and sate by his dead son.
Page 273 - Th' enormous weight from earth could hardly raise. He heav'd it at a lift, and, pois'd on high, Ran stagg'ring on against his enemy. But so disorder'd, that he scarcely knew His way, or what unwieldy weight he threw. His knocking knees are bent beneath the load ; And shiv'ring cold congeals his vital blood.
Page 275 - Hanc ex diverso sedem veniemus in unam. " Tu, genitor, cape sacra manu patriosque Penates : " Me bello e tanto digressum et caede recenti " Attrectare nefas, donee me flumine vivo "Abluero.
Page 304 - Thus while he spoke, already she began With sparkling eyes to view the guilty man ; From head to foot, survey'd his person o'er, Nor longer these outrageous threats forbore: "False as thou art, and more than false, forsworn!
Page 530 - It is similar in method and treatment to its companion volume, but is kept within a somewhat less compass. It contains a continuous account of the progress of Roman literature, with biographical sketches of the writers, from Livius Andronicus to Boethius. The numerous selections from the works of the Roman writers are given for the most part in English translations, because so many of those who may use the book read Latin with difficulty, or not at all, that selections in the original would be of...