The Minor Poems of Homer: The Battle of the Frogs and Mice ; Hymns and EpigramsA. Denham, 1872 - 204 páginas |
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The Minor Poems of Homer: The Battle of the Frogs and Mice ; Hymns and Epigrams Vista completa - 1872 |
Términos y frases comunes
Anchises Apollo arms Bacchus Batrachomyomachia bear beauteous beauty beneath birth blessed bore born bosom breast bright brow called celestial Ceres child Chios crowned Cuma dance darts daughter dear deity delight Delos Demophon divine doth dread earth Eleusis ethereal eyes fair fane fate father fiery fire flew flies flower frog GEORGE CHAPMAN give glorious goddess gods gold golden grace Hail hand hear heaven heavenly herds Hermes hill Homer Homeric hymns honor HYMN Iliad immortal Jove Jove's king Latona light Little Iliad maid Melesigenes Mercury Metanira mice mighty mind mortal mother mouse muse never night nymphs o'er Olympus Onchestus Otreus Pallas Phemius Phocæa Phoebus Physignathus plain poem poet Polyxenus praise Proserpine Psicharpax Pylos queen race realms reign rich sacred seat shining ship shore sing skies smiling queen song soul sweet swift temple thee thou Thunderer Venus verses virgin vows wings
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Página 38 - Thus ceas'd the frog, and thus the mouse replies. Known to the gods, the men, the birds that fly Through wild expanses of the midway sky, My name resounds ; and if unknown to thee, The soul of great Psycarpax lives in me, Of brave Troxartes' line, whose sleeky down In love compress'd Lychomile -the brown.
Página 43 - Ye frogs ! the mice, with vengeance fir'd, advance, And deck'd in armour shake the shining lance : Their hapless prince by Physignathus slain, Extends incumbent on the watery plain. Then arm your host, the doubtful battle try ; Lead forth those frogs that have the soul to die.
Página 99 - When he had wrought the lovely instrument, He tried the chords, and made division meet Preluding with the plectrum, and there went Up from beneath his hand a tumult sweet Of mighty sounds, and from his lips he sent A strain of unpremeditated wit Joyous and wild and wanton — such you may Hear among revellers on a holiday.
Página 53 - These, mortal wits to call the crabs agree, The gods have other names for things than we. • Now where the jointures from their loins depend. The heroes' tails with severing grasps they rend.
Página 39 - Thy words luxuriant on thy dainties rove, And, stranger, we can boast of bounteous Jove: We sport in water, or we dance on land, And born amphibious, food from both command. But trust thyself where wonders ask thy view, And safely tempt those seas, I'll bear thee through: Ascend my shoulders, firmly keep thy seat, And reach my marshy court, and feast in state.
Página 97 - The babe was born at the first peep of day ; He began playing on the lyre at noon, And the same evening did he steal away Apollo's herds...
Página 100 - He drove them wandering o'er the sandy way But, being ever mindful of his craft, Backward and forward drove he them astray, So that the tracks which seemed before, were aft His sandals then he threw to the ocean...
Página 43 - To vengeance now by false appearance led, They point their anger at my guiltless head : But wage the rising war by deep device, And turn its fury on the crafty Mice. Your king directs the way ; my thoughts, elate With hopes of conquest, form designs of tate.
Página 20 - Ajax approached; before him, as a tower His mighty shield he bore, seven-fold, brass-bound, The work of Tychius, best artificer That wrought in leather; he in Hyla dwelt. Of seven-fold hides the ponderous shield was wrought Of lusty bulls; the eighth was glittering brass.
Página 46 - I left the field, And sunk for slumber on my swelling shield ; Lo from the deep, repelling sweet repose, With noisy croakings half the nation rose : Devoid of rest, with aching brows I lay, Till cocks proclaim'd the crimson dawn of day.