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The Odyssey, Tr. by A. Pope. to Which Is Added, the Battle of the Frogs and Mice
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Page 92 - 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.
Page 206 - Deep, wondrous deep, below appears the ground. " Struck with despair, with trembling hearts we view'd The yawning dungeon, and the tumbling flood ; When lo ! fierce Scylla stoop'd to seize her prey, Stretch'd her dire jaws, and swept six men away, Chiefs of renown ! loud-echoing shrieks arise : I turn, and view them quivering in the skies ; They call, and aid with outstretch'd arms implore : In vain they call ! those arms are stretch'd no more. As from some rock that overhangs the flood The silent...
Page 116 - This through the gardens leads its streams around, Visits each plant, and waters all the ground; While that in pipes beneath the palace flows, And thence its current on the town bestows; To various use their various streams they bring, The people one, and one supplies the king.
Page 41 - Not added years on years my task could close, The long historian of my country's woes; Back to thy native islands might'st thou sail, And leave half-heard the melancholy tale. Nine painful years on that detested shore; What stratagems we form'd, what toils we bore! Still labouring on, till scarce at last we found Great Jove propitious, and our conquest crown'd.
Page 115 - Four acres was the' allotted space of ground, Fenced with a green enclosure all around : Tall .thriving trees confess'd the fruitful mould ; The reddening apple ripens here to gold : Here the blue fig with luscious juice o'erflows, With deeper red the full pomegranate glows, The branch here bends beneath the weighty pear, And verdant olives flourish round the year.
Page 193 - I'd choose laboriously to bear A weight of woes, and breathe the vital air, A slave to some poor hind that toils for bread, Than reign the sceptred monarch of the dead.
Page 152 - ... breath the seeds of fire; Each drooping spirit with bold words repair, And urge my train the dreadful deed to dare. The stake now glow'd beneath the burning bed (Green as it was) and sparkled fiery red.
Page 320 - With their lewd mates, thy undistinguish'd age Shall bleed a victim to vindictive rage." Then thus rejoin'd the dame, devoid of fear : " What words, my son, have pass'd thy lips severe ? Deep in my soul the trust shall lodge secured ; With ribs of steel, and marble heart, immured.
Page 130 - In fighting fields as far the spear I throw As flies an arrow from the well-drawn bow. Sole in the race the contest I decline, Stiff are my weary joints, and I resign; By storms and hunger worn; age well may fail, When storms and hunger doth at once assail.