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 ...
I sing that graceful toy, whose waving play,With gentle gales relieves the sultry day.Not the wide fan by Persian dames ...
How long, oh gracious God! how long Shall power lord it over right?The feeble, trampled by the strong, Remain in slavery's gloomy ...
Come simple, come gentle, your sing-song give o'er, And let us for once be combin'd,On this happy day, our dear Lord ...
MY native vale! with heighten'd pleasure stillI trace thy simple scenes, my partial eyeSurveys new beauties each returning spring,Each summer ...
Support, O God! with thy Almighty aidThy glorious church, that fair wide-spreading vine,Which thy right hand has in thy vineyard ...
Let the Nile cloak his head in the clouds, and defy The researches of science and time;Let the Niger escape the ...
Indulgent muse! my grov'ling mind inspire,And fill my bosom with celestial fire.See from Jamaica's fervid shore she moves,Like the fair ...
Where wanders the beautiful Maid of my soul ?Where lingers the fair one with tresses of jet ?Behold o'er the ...
. At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At ...
O Erin! thou broad-spreading valley--thou well-watered land of freshstreams,When I gaze on thy hills greenly sloping, where the light of ...
In the garden yonder of yews and death,There sojournethA man who toils, and has toiled for aye.Digging the dried-up ground ...
(The exile Meliboeus finds Tityrus in possession of his own farm,restored to him by the emperor Augustus, and a conversation ...
One winter eve, at twilight, when the sound Of sorrowful winds scarce troubled Nature's rest, As she lay sleeping, ...
If ever the time comes for me to dieTake a white birchwood table out there to the river,Set it up ...
Meet me at sunset, the hour we love best, Ere day's last crimson blushes have died in the west; When ...
HOW dear to my heart is the old village drugstore, When tired and thirsty it comes to my view. ...
Thou hast crossed over torrents, and swung through wide-spreading ocean,— Over the chain of the Alps dizzily bore thee the ...
Indulgent muse! my grov'ling mind inspire, And fill my bosom with celestial fire. See from Jamaica's fervid shore she moves, ...
Thou hast crossed over torrents, and swung through wide-spreading ocean,-- Over the chain of the Alps dizzily bore thee the ...
At Aix-la-Chapelle, in imperial array, In its halls renowned in old story, At the coronation banquet so gay King Rudolf ...
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