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Achilles appear arms attend band bear beneath blood bold brave breaſt chief command dead death deep deſcends divine dreadful earth eyes fair fall fame fate father fear field fierce fight fire firſt flames force give glory Gods grace Grecian Greece Greeks ground hand head hear heart Heaven Hector hero himſelf honours hope Italy Jove kind king labours land laſt leave length light live lord Mean mighty mind mortal muſt night o'er once plain poet prince queen race rage reſt riſe ſacred ſaid ſame ſee ſhall ſhore ſkies ſome ſon ſoul ſtand ſuch tears thee theſe thoſe thou thought thunder toils train trembling Trojan Troy turn Virgil walls whole whoſe winds woes wound youth
第 115 頁 - Here sacred pomp and genial feast delight, And solemn dance, and hymeneal rite ; Along the street the new-made brides are led, With torches flaming, to the nuptial bed : The youthful dancers in a circle bound To the soft flute, and cittern's silver sound : Through the fair streets, the matrons in a row Stand in their porches, and enjoy the show.
第 37 頁 - Behold the mighty Hector's wife! Some haughty Greek, who lives thy tears to see, Embitters all thy woes by naming me. The thoughts of glory past, and present shame A thousand griefs shall waken at the name. May I lie cold before that dreadful day, Press'd with a load of monumental clay! Thy Hector, wrapt in everlasting sleep, Shall neither hear thee sigh, nor see thee weep.
第 231 頁 - Now wasting years my former strength confound, And added woes have bow'd me to the ground: Yet by the stubble you may guess the grain, And mark the ruins of no vulgar man.
第 126 頁 - Talk not of life, or ransom (he replies): Patroclus dead, whoever meets me, dies: In vain a single Trojan sues for grace; But least, the sons of Priam's hateful race. Die then, my friend! what boots it to deplore? The great, the good Patroclus is no more! He, far thy better, was foredoom'd to die, And thou, dost thou bewail mortality?