The Odyssey of Homer, Volume 1

Capa
F.J. Du Roveray, 1806
 

Páginas seleccionadas

Outras edições - Ver tudo

Palavras e frases frequentes

Passagens conhecidas

Página 43 - Wand'ring from clime to clime, observant stray'd, Their manners noted, and their states survey'd. On stormy seas unnumber'd toils he bore, Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore: Vain toils!
Página 104 - Vain were my hopes : few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace. But since thy veins paternal virtue fires, And all Penelope thy soul inspires, Go, and succeed ! the rivals' aims despise ; For never, never, wicked man was wise.
Página 92 - A length of days his soul with prudence crown'd, A length of days had bent him to the ground. His eldest* hope in arms to Ilion came, By great Ulysses taught the path to fame; But, hapless youth ! the hideous Cyclops tore His quiv'ring limbs, and quaff'd his spouting gore.
Página 152 - And sprinkled large libations on the ground. Each drinks a full oblivion of his cares, And to the gifts of balmy sleep repairs. Deep in a rich alcove the prince was laid, And...
Página 63 - I here in few disclose : No longer live the cankers of my court ; All to your several states with speed resort ; Waste in wild riot what your land allows, There ply the early feast, and late carouse.
Página 6 - But man being the chief and most noble of all that God produced, and nothing being so proper or more useful to poets than this subject, they added it to the former, and treated of the doctrine of morality after the same manner as they did that of divinity and philosophy; and from morality thus treated is formed that kind of poem and fable which we call epic.
Página 48 - O'er earth and ocean wide prepar'd to soar, Her dreaded ami a beamy javelin bore, Ponderous and vast ; which, when her fury burns, Proud tyrants humbles, and whole hosts o'erturns. From high Olympus prone her flight she bends, And in the realm of Ithaca descends. Her lineaments divine, the grave disguise Of Mentes...
Página 93 - Yet through my court the noise of revel rings, And wastes the wise frugality of kings. Scarce all my herds their luxury suffice ; Scarce all my wine their midnight hours supplies ; Safe in my youth, in riot still they grow, Nor in the helpless orphan dread a foe.
Página 98 - Above the assembled peers they wheel on high, And clang their wings, and hovering beat the sky ; With ardent eyes the rival train they threat, And shrieking loud denounce approaching fate. They cuff, they tear ; their cheeks and...
Página 135 - I stand: he was but born to try The lot of man; to suffer, and to die. Oh then, if ever through the ten years...

Informação bibliográfica