The Odyssey of Homer, Volume 2

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W. Blackwood and sons, 1862 - Epic poetry, Greek

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Page 257 - She ending a desire of weeping bred Within him, and in tears the noble chief Clasped his true wife, exulting in their glorious grief. "Sweet as to swimmers the dry land appears, Whose bark Poseidon in the angry sea Strikes with a tempest, and in pieces tears, And a few swimmers from the white deep flee...
Page 80 - Telemachus, my life, my light, Returnest ; yet my soul did often say That never, never more should I have sight Of thy sweet face, since thou didst sail away. Enter, dear child, and let my heart allay Its yearnings; newly art thou come from far: Thou comest all too seldom — fain to stay In the thronged city, where the suitors are, Silently looking on while foes thy substance mar.
Page 255 - And by the threshold hung the well-framed door ; Then cut the olive hair, and smooth and round Planed to a basement on the chamber floor The wide trunk, like a bedpost in the ground. And with a wimble pierced it, for the core was sound. " So, thence beginning, I the bed did mold Shapely and perfect, and the whole inlaid With ivory and silver and rich gold ; And, well stretched out, a leathern work I made, Shining with purple. I have now displayed This sign, this marvel ; nor at all I know Whether...
Page 227 - But each held back, averring that he slew By chance the man. How fatal and how nigh Death's snares were set, they foolish never knew ! Whom the king sternly eyed, and to the godless crew : " Dogs, ye denied that I should e'er come back From Troia's people to my native land. Long in your pride my house ye rend and wrack, Yea, and ye force the women with violent hand, And my wife claim, while I on earth yet stand, Nor fear the gods who rule in the wide sky, Nor lest a mortal on the earth demand Your...
Page 184 - Bear up, my soul, a little longer yet ; A little longer to thy purpose cling ! For, in the day when the dire Cyclops ate Thy valiant friends, a far more horrible thing Thou didst endure, till wit had power to bring Thee from that den where thou didst think to die.
Page 177 - Two diverse gates there are of bodiless dreams, These of sawn ivory, and those of horn. Such dreams as issue where the ivory gleams Fly without fate, and turn our hopes to scorn. But dreams which issue through the burnished horn, What man soe'er beholds them on his bed, These work with virtue and of truth are born.
Page 237 - ... the brave Odysseus, slew Eurydamas ; and young Telemachus Amphimedon ; the swine-herd, Polybus. The herdsman hit Ctesippus in the breast, And cried : " No longer vaunt and fleer at us, But let the gods speak, who are far the best. This for the foot thou gavest to the suppliant guest." Also in close fight with his spear the king Tore Agelaus; the young prince his spear Drave through Leiocritus. He ruining Clanged with his forehead. And Athene there Waved her man-murdering aegis in the air. Then,...
Page 275 - So also does he contrast, to Penelope's honour, her fidelity with the treachery of his own queen Clytemnestra ; giving voice to a prophecy which has been fulfilled almost beyond even a poet's aspirations : — " 0 to her first one love how true was she ! Nought shall make dim the flower of her sweet fame For ever, but the gods unceasingly Shall to the earth's inhabitants her name, Wide on the wings of song, with endless praise proclaim.
Page 105 - ... departure of Ulysses for Troy. As Telemachus passes to take his place there, all men remark a new majesty in his looks. " So when the concourse to the full was grown, He lifted in his hand the steely spear, And to the council moved, but not alone, For as he walked his swift dogs followed near. Also Minerva did with grace endear His form, that all the people gazed intent And wondered, while he passed without a peer. Straight to his father's seat his course he bent, And the old men gave way in...
Page 124 - Not to thine honour hast thou now let fall, Antinous, on the wandering poor this blow. Haply a god from heaven is in our hall, And thou art ripe for ruin : I bid thee know, Gods in the garb of strangers to and fro Wander the cities, and men's ways discern ; Yea, through the wide earth in all shapes they go, Changed, yet the same, and with their own eyes learn How live the sacred laws— who hold them, and who spurn.

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