The History of Herodotus, 第 3 卷

Leigh and Sotheby, 1791


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第 65 頁 - With flying fingers touched the lyre : The trembling notes ascend the sky, And heavenly joys inspire. The song began from Jove, Who left his blissful seats above, (Such is the power of mighty love.) A dragon's fiery form belied the god : Sublime on radiant...
第 306 頁 - Thou shalt fall upon the mountains of Israel, thou, and all thy bands, and the people that is with thee: I will give thee unto the ravenous birds of every sort, and to the beasts of the field, to be devoured.
第 52 頁 - LORD, a burnt offering, or a sacrifice in performing a vow, or in a freewill offering, or in your solemn feasts, to make a sweet savour...
第 184 頁 - I returned and fa-.v under the fun, that the race is not to the fwift, — nor the battle to the (Iron g,— neither yet bread to the wife, nor yet riches to men of underftanding.
第 118 頁 - For the goodman is not at home, he is gone a long journey : he hath taken a bag of money with him, and will come home at the day appointed.
第 346 頁 - And there was trembling in the host, in the field, and among all the people: the garrison, and the spoilers, they also trembled, and the earth quaked: so it was a very great trembling. 16 And the watchmen of Saul in Gibeah of Benjamin looked; and, behold, the multitude melted away, and they went on beating down one another...
第 52 頁 - The peers encircling form an awful round. Then from the chine Ulysses carves with art Delicious food, an honorary part; ' This let the master of the lyre receive, A pledge of love ! 'tis all a wretch can give. Lives there a man beneath the spacious skies, Who sacred honours to the bard denies? The Muse the bard inspires, exalts his mind; The Muse indulgent loves the
第 221 頁 - Public all, And at its table fed, for that they toil'd, For that they liv'd entire, and ev'n for that The tender mother urg'd her son to die.
第 258 頁 - If sometimes our common parent has been a little partial, and not kept the scales quite even ; if one preponderates too much, we throw into the lighter a due counterpoise of vanity which never fails to set all right. Hence it happens that hardly any one man would, without reserve, and in every particular, change with any other.
第 417 頁 - Caesarius, a magistrate of high rank, went post from Antioch to Constantinople. He began his journey at night, was in Cappadocia (165 miles from Antioch) the ensuing evening, and arrived at Constantinople the sixth day about noon. The whole distance was 725 Roman, or 665 English miles.