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... claim : " Take the rich ransom , reverence the priest . " The soul of Agamemnon , Atreus ' son , Alone it liked not : scornfully he bade him 30 Begone , and laid on him a hard command . HOMER'S ILIAD . [ BOOK I. Angustam, amice PAGR.
... claim : " Take the rich ransom , reverence the priest . " The soul of Agamemnon , Atreus ' son , Alone it liked not : scornfully he bade him 30 Begone , and laid on him a hard command . HOMER'S ILIAD . [ BOOK I. Angustam, amice PAGR.
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... rich ransom loose The girl Chryseis . No ! at home would I 135 Possess her : I prefer her to my wife , My first - wed wife : she is Clytemnestra's match In stature , shape , and mind , and handicraft . Yet will I yield her up , if this ...
... rich ransom loose The girl Chryseis . No ! at home would I 135 Possess her : I prefer her to my wife , My first - wed wife : she is Clytemnestra's match In stature , shape , and mind , and handicraft . Yet will I yield her up , if this ...
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... rich Phthia , nurse of mighty men , Spoiled they my orchards : -for betwixt us lay Long tracts of shadowy fell and sounding sea . Shameless ! ' Twas thou , thy pleasure , brought us here ; 181 For Menelaüs , and thee , dog , to wreak ...
... rich Phthia , nurse of mighty men , Spoiled they my orchards : -for betwixt us lay Long tracts of shadowy fell and sounding sea . Shameless ! ' Twas thou , thy pleasure , brought us here ; 181 For Menelaüs , and thee , dog , to wreak ...
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... rich reward 237 240 All through this insult . Hear then , and be calm . " Again Achilles swift of foot replied . " I must abide , oh goddess , by thy word , Though angered sore in soul : for this is right . To him that heeds them will ...
... rich reward 237 240 All through this insult . Hear then , and be calm . " Again Achilles swift of foot replied . " I must abide , oh goddess , by thy word , Though angered sore in soul : for this is right . To him that heeds them will ...
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... rich ransom , reverence the priest . ' 415 The soul of Agamemnon , Atreus ' son , Alone it liked not : scornfully he bade him Begone , and laid on him a hard command . " Back went in wrath that old man and his prayer Apollo heard ...
... rich ransom , reverence the priest . ' 415 The soul of Agamemnon , Atreus ' son , Alone it liked not : scornfully he bade him Begone , and laid on him a hard command . " Back went in wrath that old man and his prayer Apollo heard ...
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Achaian Achilles Agamemnon Amaryllis Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenč Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad Calchas Chryse city home Corydon Daphnis doth dreams earth ECLOGUE enim Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n eyes fair flocks flowers Forty dark ships Gallus gift goat gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herč host Idomeneus Ilion illa Iolla Jove kine King lord Lycidas Lyrnessus maid Menalcas mighty mihi MOPSUS muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus Nunc Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe prayer Priam's Protesilaus Pylos Quć quam Queis rose round sacred sate seas shalt sheep shepherd shore sing sire Sirmio sleep song of Arcady sons soul spake steeds stream strife sweet swift thee thine thing tibi Tityrus Trojans Troy unto vine voice war-ships warriors wild wind woods words wrath Zeus ΙΟ
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Page 204 - Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief : 'Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Page 208 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Page 196 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
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