The Odyssey of Homer

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E. & J. Robertsons, 1761 - Počet stran: 455
 

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Strana 100 - The Pleiads, Hyads, with the northern team; And great Orion's more refulgent beam; To which, around the axle of the sky, The Bear, revolving, points his golden eye, Still shines exalted on th' ethereal plain, Nor bathes his blazing forehead in the main.
Strana 274 - With store to heap above him, and below, And guard each quarter as the tempests blow. There lay the king, and all the rest supine; All, but the careful master of the swine: Forth...
Strana 215 - O woman, woman, when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend: And such was mine ! who basely plunged her sword Through the fond bosom where she reign'd adored!
Strana 166 - Contemning laws, and trampling on the right. The cave we found, but vacant all within (His flock the giant tended on the green) : But round the grot we gaze ; and all we view, In order...
Strana 29 - Till she retires, determined we remain, And both the prince and augur threat in vain: His pride of words, and thy wild dream of fate, Move not the brave, or only move their hate, Threat on, O prince!
Strana 325 - This said, the honest herdsman strode before; The musing monarch pauses at the door: The dog, whom Fate had granted to behold His lord, when twenty tedious years had roll'd, Takes a last look, and having seen him, dies; So closed for ever faithful Argus...
Strana 333 - Thus she. Eumaeus all her words attends, And, parting, to the suitor powers descends; There seeks Telemachus, and thus apart In whispers breathes the fondness of his heart: "The time, my lord, invites me to repair Hence to the lodge; my charge demands my care.
Strana 128 - Bright as the lamp of night, or orb of day, The walls were massy brass : the cornice high Blue metals crown'd in colours of the sky ; Rich plates of gold the folding doors incase ; The pillars silver, on a brazen base ; Silver the lintels deep-projecting o'er, And gold the ringlets that command the door.
Strana 439 - CYLLENIUS now to Pluto's dreary reign Conveys the dead, a lamentable train ! The golden wand, that causes sleep to fly, Or in soft slumber seals the wakeful eye, That drives the ghosts to realms of night or day, Points out the long uncomfortable way.
Strana 442 - That wide th' extended Hellespont surveys; Where all, from age to age, who pass the coast, May point Achilles' tomb, and hail the mighty ghost. Thetis herself to all our peers proclaims Heroic prizes and exequial games; The gods assented; and around thee lay Rich spoils and gifts that blaz'd against the day.

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