The Iliad: Book 7 (Homer Poems)
With these words Hector passed through the gates, and his brotherAlexandrus with him, both eager for the fray. As when ...
With these words Hector passed through the gates, and his brotherAlexandrus with him, both eager for the fray. As when ...
Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Spring,With sudden passion languishing,Maketh all things softly smile,Painteth pictures mile on mile,Holds a cup ...
Now when Dawn in robe of saffron was hasting from the streams ofOceanus, to bring light to mortals and immortals, ...
Hunger.See Famine.The Morning came, the Night, and Slumbers past,But still the furious Pangs of Hunger last:The cank'rous Rage still gnaws ...
A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDYACT I.SCENE I. Field of Battle.Alarum. Enter King STEPHEN, Knights, and Soldiers.Stephen. If shame can on ...
A voice of lamentation From the islands of the Sea!Alas, thou sorrowing Nation, Bereaved — alas for thee!The wail as of a ...
Princess, descended from that noble raceWhich still in danger held the imperial throne,Who human nature and thy sex dost grace,Whose ...
A loftier muse, in higher strains, may sing A grander requiem o'er the stateman's bier:Yet genius, rank, and grandeur may not ...
Take our hands, James Russell Lowell,Our hearts are all thy own;To-day we bid thee welcomeNot for ourselves alone.In the long ...
Nowe warlike Hector doth depart with Paris out the towne,They willing both in armes to shewe some deede of great ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
'Dieu dont l'arc est d'argent, dieu de Claros, ?coute; O Sminth?e-Apollon, je p?rirai sans doute, Si tu ne sers de ...
COME , then, explore with me each winding glen,Far from the noisy haunts of busy men;Let us with stedfast eye ...
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet?Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, 'tis in vain ...
Priam's castle-walls had sunk, Troy in dust and ashes lay,And each Greek, with triumph drunk, Richly laden with his prey,Sat ...
When heapes of heauie hap, had fild my harte right full, And sorrow set forth pensiuenes, my ioyes away ...
Let now each Meade with flowers be depainted, Of sundry colours sweetest odours glowing:Roses yeeld foorth your smells so ...
The winds that once the Argo bore Have died by Neptune's ruined shrines, And her ...
BE those few hours, which I have yet to spend, Blest with the meditation of my end; Though they be ...
Vulcan, contrive me such a cup As Nestor used of old; Show all thy skill to trim it up, Damask ...
Priam's castle-walls had sunk, Troy in dust and ashes lay, And each Greek, with triumph drunk, Richly laden with his ...
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