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Página 172 - O'ermatch'd he falls ; to two at once a prey, And lo! they bear the bloody arms away! Come on — a distant war no longer wage, But hand to hand thy country's foes engage : Till Greece at once, and all her glory end ; Or Ilion from her towery height descend, Heaved from the lowest stone ; and bury all In one sad sepulchre, one common fall.
Página 6 - The enormous monsters rolling o'er the deep Gambol around him on the watery way, And heavy whales in awkward measures play ; The sea subsiding spreads a level plain, Exults, and owns the monarch of the main ; The parting waves before his coursers fly ; The wondering waters leave his axle dry.
Página 125 - Ilioneus, his Father's only Care: (Phorbas the rich, of all the Trojan Train Whom Hermes lov'd, and taught the Arts of Gain ) Full in his Eye the Weapon chanc'd to fall, And from the Fibres scoop'd the rooted Ball, Drove thro' the Neck, and hurl'd him to the Plain; He lifts his miserable Arms in vain!
Página 185 - The coward counsels of a timorous throng Of reverend dotards, check'd our glory long : Too long Jove lull'd us with lethargic charms, But now in peals of thunder calls to arms : In this great day he crowns our full desires, Wakes all our force, and seconds all our fires.
Página 176 - Like fiery meteors his red eyeballs glow ; The radiant helmet on his temples burns, Waves when he nods, and lightens as he turns : For Jove his splendour round the chief had thrown , And cast the blaze of both the hosts on one. Unhappy glories ! for his fate was near, Due to stern Pallas, and Pelides...
Página 175 - Bids him with more than mortal fury glow, And drives him, like a lightning, on the foe. So Mars, when human crimes for vengeance call, Shakes his huge javelin, and whole armies fall. Not with more rage a conflagration rolls, Wraps the vast mountains, and involves the poles.
Página 187 - Ah! yet be mindful of your old renown, Your great forefathers' virtues and your own. What aids expect you in this utmost strait?
Página 222 - In swarms the guiltless traveller engage, Whet all their stings, and call forth all their rage ; All rise in arms, and, with a general cry, Assert their waxen domes, and buzzing progeny; Thus from the tents the fervent legion swarms, So loud their clamours, and so keen their arms: Their rising rage Patroclus' breath inspires, Who thus inflames them with heroic fires. ' O warriors, partners of Achilles...
Página 244 - Or weigh the great occasion, and be more. The chief who taught our lofty walls to yield, Lies pale in death, extended on the field ; To guard his body, Troy in numbers flies ; 'Tis half the glory to maintain our prize. Haste, strip his arms, the slaughter round him spread, And send the living Lycians to the dead.