Homer: The Odyssey

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Blackwood, 1870 - 136 páginas
 

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Página 124 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
Página 123 - There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you and I are old; Old age hath yet his...
Página 66 - ; And all at once they sang, " Our island home Is far beyond the wave ; we will no longer roam.
Página 75 - The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flower, but not in this soil : Unknown, and like esteemed, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon ; And yet more medicinal is it than that Moly That Hermes once to wise Ulysses gave.
Página 41 - There eternal Summer dwells, And west winds with musky wing About the cedarn alleys fling Nard and cassia's balmy smells.
Página 124 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and, sitting well in order, smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Página 82 - Scoff not at death,' he answered, ' noble chief ! Rather would I in the sun's warmth divine Serve a poor churl who drags his days in grief, Than the whole lordship of the dead were mine.
Página 44 - ... cypresses, In which all birds of ample wing, the owl And hawk, had nests, and broad-tongued waterfowl. The cave in front was spread with a green vine, Whose dark round bunches almost burst with wine ; And from four springs, running a sprightly race Four fountains, clear and crisp...

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