The Iliad: Book 12 (Homer Poems)
So the son of Menoetius was attending to the hurt of Eurypyluswithin the tent, but the Argives and Trojans still ...
So the son of Menoetius was attending to the hurt of Eurypyluswithin the tent, but the Argives and Trojans still ...
Can it be the sun descendingO'er the level plain of water?Or the Red Swan floating, flying,Wounded by the magic arrow,Staining ...
IThe Swallows sangALIEN to us areYour fields, and your cotes, and your glebes;Secret our nests areAlthough they be built in ...
INow Bioern, the son of Heriulf, had ill daysBecause the heart within him seethed with bloodThat would not be allayed ...
Five kings rule o'er the Amorite,Mighty as fear and old as night;Swathed with unguent and gold and jewel,Waxed they merry ...
I cannot parfitly my paternoster as the priest it singeth,But I can rhyme of Robyn Hode and Randall erle of ...
O, my lady, have you not seen OneWho laid his hand on my heart, whenI answered you so softly, tamely,Because ...
Nor can the foremost of the sons of menEscape my ribald and licentious penSwiftYou prisoners of New South Wales,Who frequent ...
Composed at Stroud A.A. Co. Establishment StationNew South Wales.Composed and written October 23rd day, Anno 1839You prisoners of New South ...
Souvent, pour s'amuser, les hommes d'?quipagePrennent des albatros, vastes oiseaux des mers,Qui suivent, indolents compagnons de voyage,Le navire glissant sur ...
I.Beneath the vans of doom did men pass in.Heroic who came out; for round them hungA wavering phantom's red volcano ...
Miller, whom fair Ierne bore To grace Britannia's happier shore, Whose Genius guides, whose counsel guards The labours of Bathonian ...
Forth from my sad and darksome cell, Or from the deepe abysse of hell,Mad Tom is come into the world ...
COMES there now a mighty rally From the weald and from the coast,Down from cliff and up from valley, ...
Long has been the pilgrimage, Oh son of my begetting;Weary through the centuries and o'er the deserts wide;Myriad the altars ...
The franklin he hath gone to roam, The franklin's maid she bides at home; But she is cold, and coy, ...
Make bright the arrowsGather the shields:Conquest narrowsThe peaceful fields. Stock well the quiverWith arrows bright:The bowman fearedNeed never fight. Make ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Denis, whose motionable, alert, most vaulting wit Caps occasion with an intellectual fit. Yet Arthur is a Bowman: his three-heeled ...
HERE'S to him that grows it, Drink, lads, drink! That lays it in and mows it, Clink, jugs, clink! To ...
Make bright the arrows Gather the shields: Conquest narrows The peaceful fields. Stock well the quiver With arrows bright: The ...
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