The Odyssey of Homer, Svazek 2James Crissy, 1828 |
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address'd Alcinous Amphinomus Antinous arms Atrides attend bear beneath bleed bless'd blood bold bower brave breast ceas'd chief Clytemnestra coast Crete cries Ctesippus death decreed deed descends divine dome doom'd dreadful Dulichium E'en Echetus Eteoneus Eumæus Euryclea Eurymachus eyes fair faithful fame fate father feast frog goblet goddess gods grace guest hand haste hear heart heaven herd hero honour'd honours Icarius instant Ithaca javelin Jove king labours Laertes land lord lov'd maid Medon Melanthius mighty mind Minerva monarch native night o'er palace Pallas pass'd peers Penelope Phemius Phorcys Pisistratus plac'd pleas'd press'd prey prince Pylos queen race rage rejoin'd replies rise round royal sacred shade shining shore sire skies sorrow soul spear spoke spread stranger suitors swain Swift tears Telemachus thee Theoclymenus thine thou toil touch'd train trembling turn'd Ulysses vengeance wandering wine woes wretch youth
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Strana 83 - Jove fix'd it certain, that whatever day Makes man a slave takes half his worth away.
Strana 66 - If outraged, cease that outrage to repel ; Bear it, my son ! howe'er thy heart rebel. Yet strive by prayer and counsel to restrain Their lawless insults, though thou strive in vain : For wicked ears are deaf to wisdom's call, And vengeance strikes whom Heaven has doom'd to fall. Once more attend : when she whose power inspires " The thinking mind, my soul to vengeance fires,
Strana 82 - He knew his lord; he knew, and strove to meet; In vain he strove, to crawl, and kiss his feet, Yet (all he could) his tail, his ears, his eyes, Salute his master, and confess his joys.
Strana 144 - The bolt, obedient to the silken string, Forsakes the staple as she pulls the ring ; The wards respondent to the key turn round ; The bars fall back ; the flying valves resound ; Loud as a bull makes hill and valley ring, So roar'd the lock when it released the spring.
Strana 132 - If the long series of my woes shall end ; Of human race now rising from repose, Let one a blissful omen here disclose; And, to confirm my faith, propitious Jove! Vouchsafe the sanction of a sign above." Whilst lowly thus the chief adoring bows, The pitying god his guardian aid avows, loud from a sapphire sky his thunder sounds: With springing hope the hero's heart rebounds. Soon, with consummate joy to crown his prayer, 130 An omen'd voice invades his ravish'd ear.
Strana xiv - Through all the frog the shining javelin flies, And near the vanquish'd mouse the victor dies. The dreadful stroke Crambophagus affrights, Long bred to banquets, less inur'd to fights ; Heedless he runs, and stumbles o'er the steep, And wildly floundering flashes up the deep : Lychenor following with a downward blow, Reach'd in the lake his unrecover'd foe ; Gasping he rolls, a purple stream of blood Distains the surface of the silver flood ; Through the wide wound the rushing entrails throng, And...
Strana ix - As near my court the prince unheedful sat. Our next, an engine fraught with danger drew, The portal gap'd, the bait was hung in view, Dire arts assist the trap, the fates decoy, And men unpitying kill'd my gallant boy. The last, his country's hope, his parents' pride, Plung'd in the lake by Physignathus, died.
Strana 183 - Intent he hears Penelope disclose A mournful story of domestic woes, His servants' insults, his invaded bed; How his whole flocks and herds exhausted bled; His generous wines dishonour'd shed in vain, And the wild riots of the suitor-train. The king alternate a dire tale relates, Of wars, of triumphs, and disastrous fates...
Strana x - Ye frogs! the mice, with vengeance fir'd, advance, And deck'd in armour shake the shining lance: Their hapless prince by Physignathus slain, Extends incumbent on the watery plain. Then arm your host, the doubtful battle try; Lead forth those frogs that have the soul to die.
Strana 69 - Tis horrible to shed imperial blood! Consult we first the' all-seeing powers above, And the sure oracles of righteous Jove. If they assent, e'en by this hand he dies ; If they forbid, I war not with the skies.