Varieties in Verse: Consisting of New Metrical Translations from Greek, Latin, Italian, and German Authors : with Copious Notes, and Some Original PiecesRivingtons, 1869 - 171 sider |
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Side 116 - This chief transcends his father's fame : While pleased amidst the general shouts of Troy, His mother's conscious heart o'erflows with joy.' He spoke, and fondly gazing on her charms, Restored the pleasing burden to her arms; Soft on her fragrant breast the babe she laid, Hush'd to repose, and with a smile survey'd.
Side 96 - He spoke, and awful bends his sable brows, Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god : High Heaven with trembling the dread signal took, And all Olympus to the centre shook.
Side 122 - For him, through hostile camps I bend my way, For him, thus prostrate at thy feet I lay ; Large gifts proportion'd to thy wrath I bear ; Oh, hear the wretched, and the Gods revere ! " Think of thy father, and this face behold ! See him in me, as helpless and as old ! Though not...
Side 120 - Yet, doubtless, hearing that Achilles lives, He still rejoices, hoping day by day That one day he shall see the face again Of his own son from distant Troy return'd.
Side 115 - Thus having spoke, the illustrious chief of Troy Stretched his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy. The babe clung crying to his nurse's breast, Scared at the dazzling helm and nodding crest.
Side 122 - The pledge of many a loved and loving dame : Nineteen one mother bore — Dead, all are dead! How oft, alas ! has wretched Priam bled ! Still one was left, their loss to recompense; His father's hope, his country's last defence. Him too thy rage has slain ! beneath thy steel...
Side 116 - O thou ! whose glory fills th' ethereal throne, And all ye deathless powers ! protect my son ! Grant him, like me, to purchase just renown, To guard the Trojans, to defend the crown ; Against his country's foes the war to wage, And rise, the Hector of the future age ! So when, triumphant from successful toils, Of heroes slain he bears the reeking spoils, Whole hosts may hail him with deserv'd acclaim, And say, This chief transcends his father's fame : While, pleas'd amidst the general shouts of Troy,...
Side 122 - Dead, all are dead! How oft, alas ! has wretched Priam bled ! Still one was left, their loss to recompense; His father's hope, his country's last defence.
Side 86 - ACHILLES' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing ! That wrath which hurl'd to Pluto's gloomy reign The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain...
Side 121 - Those silver hairs, that venerable face; His trembling limbs, his helpless person, see ! In all my equal but in misery ! Yet now, perhaps, some turn of human fate Expels him helpless from his peaceful state; Think, from some powerful foe thou see'st him fly, And beg protection with a feeble cry.