Story of the Trojan war: an epitome, from classic writers1874 - 329 sivua |
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Achilles Æneas Agamemnon Ajax Ajax Oileus Ajax Telamon Andromache Antilochus Apollo armour arms army battle beautiful blood Briseis brother Calchas centim chariot chief chieftains Chryseis command corpse Creüsa cried death Deiphobus deity Diomed earth Excavations fate father fear feet fight gates goblet goddess gods gold golden Grecians Greece Greeks grief hand hast hastened hearing heart heaven Hector Hecuba Helen Helenus helmet heralds hero Homer honour horses hurled Icarius Idæus Idomeneus Iliad Jove Juno Jupiter king length Memnon Menelaus Meriones mighty Minerva mortal Neptune Nestor noble Oileus Olympus palace Paris Patroclus Peleus Philoctetes Priam princes Pyrrhus replied rushed sacred saying Scamander Schliemann shield ships shore shouted silver slain slew soldiers spear steeds stone stood sword Telamon tent Teucer thee Thetis thou tower Trojans troops Troy Ulysses valiant Venus voice Vulcan walls warriors weeping wife words wounded wrath Xanthus
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Sivu 291 - Fill the wide circle of the' eternal year: Stern winter smiles on that auspicious clime: The fields are florid^ with unfading prime: From the bleak pole no winds inclement blow, Mould the round hail, or flake the fleecy snow ; But from the breezy deep the bless'd inhale The fragrant murmurs of the western gale.
Sivu xiv - Consider ye, and call for the mourning women, that they may come; and send for cunning women, that they may come: and let them make haste, and take up a wailing for us, that our eyes may run down with tears, and our eyelids gush out with waters.
Sivu 113 - Or if thy soul aspire to fiercer deeds, Urge thou the slaughter, while I seize the steeds.
Sivu 174 - And stretch'd the servant o'er his dying lord. As when a flame the winding valley fills, And runs on crackling shrubs between the hills; Then o'er the stubble up the mountain flies, Fires the high woods, and blazes to the skies, This way and that, the spreading torrent roars: So sweeps the hero through the wasted shores; Around him wide, immense destruction pours And earth is deluged with the sanguine showers As with autumnal harvests cover'd o'er, And thick bestrown, lies Ceres...
Sivu 69 - It breaks upon the beach, and from the crags Recoiling flings in giant curves its head Aloft, and tosses high the wild sea-spray: Column on column, so the hosts of Greece Pour'd, ceaseless, to the war...
Sivu 260 - Troy is no more, and Ilium was a town! The fatal day, th' appointed hour, is come, When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom Transfers the Trojan state to Grecian hands. The fire consumes the town, the foe commands; And armed hosts, an unexpected force, Break from the bowels of the fatal horse.
Sivu 197 - Hades' gloomy gates; ere those be done, The spirits and spectres of departed men Drive me far from them, nor allow to cross Th' abhorred river; but forlorn and sad I wander through the wide-spread realms of night. And give me now thy hand, whereon to weep; For never more, when laid upon the pyre, Shall I return from Hades; never more, Apart from all our comrades, shall we two, As friends, sweet counsel take; for me, stern Death, The common lot of man, has...
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Sivu 175 - Tread down whole ranks, and crush out heroes' souls. Dash'd from their hoofs while o'er the dead they fly, Black, bloody drops the smoking chariot dye : The spiky wheels through heaps of carnage tore ; And thick the groaning axles dropp'd with gore. High o'er the scene of death Achilles stood, All grim with dust, all horrible in blood : Yet still insatiate, still with rage on flame ; Such is the lust of never-dying fame ! BOOK XXI.