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Homer's Iliad, Tr. of Book I, Also Passages from Virgil, by M.P.W. Boulton
Publius Vergilius Maro,. Homerus
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Achæans Achilles addressed Æneid Agamemnon aged anger answer Apollo arms army Atrides bear behold better bidding Book bring called cast character Chryses close counsel critics crown death deep desire divine e'en e'er eager earth effect express eyes fair father fear fell fields fire fleet flow force gave give glory Gods gold golden grace Greeks hair hand hath head heart hence hold Immortals Jove Juno Jupiter king land light literal look Lord Marcellus mighty mind ne'er night NOTE o'er observe Ocean Olympus once original passage plants pow'rs prize produces rendering rising round sacred seat seems sense shade ships shore signify sire soul sovran speak swift ship temple thee things thou tongue translation turn Unto urged uttered vessel Virgil wave words
Seite 43 - Nulli se dicit mulier mea nubere malle quam mihi, non si se luppiter ipse petat. dicit; sed mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, in vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.
Seite 44 - These be her words, but a woman's words to a love that is eager, In wind or water's stream do require to be writ.
Seite 110 - And golden chains on their white necks they wear. Gold are their vests ; long Alpine spears they wield, And their left arm sustains a length of shield. Hard by, the leaping Salian priests advance ; And naked through the streets the mad Luperci dance: In caps of wool ; the targets dropt from heaven.
Seite 110 - Catiline Hung on a rock — the traitor; and, around, The Furies hissing from the nether ground. Apart from these, the happy souls he draws, And Cato's holy ghost dispensing laws.
Seite 77 - Goddess, sing! That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain; Whose limbs unbury'd on the naked shore Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore.
Seite 118 - The Roman tree should seem to you, should this your gift endure ! How great a wail of mighty men that Field of Fame shall pour On Mavors' mighty city walls : what death-rites seest thou there, O Tiber, as thou glidest by his new-wrought tomb and fair ! No child that is of Ilian stock in Latin sires shall raise Such glorious hope; nor shall the land of Romulus e'er praise So fair and great a nursling child mid all it ever bore.
Seite 115 - Others, I know, more tenderly may beat the breathing brass, And better from the marble block bring living looks to pass ; Others may better plead the cause, may compass heaven's face, And mark it out, and tell the stars, their rising and their place : But thou, O Roman, look to it the folks of earth to sway ; For this shall be thine handicraft, peace on the world to lay, To spare the weak, to mar the proud by constant weight of war.
Seite 119 - Or smitten spur amid the flank of eager foaming horse. O child of all men's ruth, if thou the bitter Fates mayst force, Thou art Marcellus. Reach ye hands of lily-blooms fulfilled ; For I will scatter purple flowers, and heap such offerings spilled Unto the spirit of my child, and empty service do.
Seite 104 - Was bending : Egypt all and Ind at terror of the sight, Arabians all and Saba's hosts, back shewing, brake in flight. The queen herself, the winds invoked, was seen amain to ease And ease her ropes, and crowded sail give flowing to the breeze. The Lord of fire had pictured her, o'er-paled with death's 6° forecast, Amid the carnage borne by waves and lapygian blast.