The History of Herodotus, Volumen4

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Leigh and Sotheby, 1791

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Página 10 - Then he brought me to the door of the gate of the Lord's house which was toward the north; and, behold, there sat women weeping for Tammuz.
Página 183 - By Pella's bard, a magic name ! By all the griefs his thought could frame, Receive my humble rite ! Long, Pity ! let the nations view Thy sky-worn robes of tend'rest blue, And eyes of dewy light. But wherefore need I wander wide To old Ilissus...
Página 134 - Sudden, th' impetuous hurricanes defcend, Wheel through the air, in circling eddies play, Tear up the lands, and fweep whole plains away.
Página 34 - Neleus his treasures one long year detains ; As long he groan'd in Philacus's chains : Meantime, what anguish and what rage combin'd.
Página 108 - The days of our age are threefcore years and ten ; and though men be fo ftrong that they come to fourfcore years : yet is their ftrength then but labour and forrow ; fo foon pafleth it away, and we are gone.
Página 34 - scap'd he death ; and vengeful of his wrong, To Pylos drove the lowing herds along : Then (Neleus vanquish'd, and consign'd the fair To Bias' arms) he sought a foreign air ; Argos the rich for his retreat he chose, There form'd his empire ; there his palace rose. From him Antiphates and Mantius came : The...
Página 119 - And the priests sit in their temples, having their clothes rent, and their heads and beards shaven, and nothing upon their heads. They roar and cry before their gods, as men do at the feast when one is dead.
Página 140 - Yet did her face -and former parts profess* A fair young maiden, full of comely glee ; But all her hinder parts did plain express A monstrous dragon, full of fearful ugliness.
Página 161 - To civilize the rude unpolifh'd world, And lay it under the reftraint of laws ; To make man mild and fociable to man ; To cultivate the wild licentious favage With wifdom, difcipline, and...
Página 26 - Achilles? (thus the phantom said:) Sleeps my Achilles, his Patroclus dead? Living, I seem'd his dearest, tenderest care, But now forgot, I wander in the air. Let my pale corse the rites of burial know, And give me entrance in the realms below: Till then the spirit finds no resting-place, But here and there the unbodied spectres chase The vagrant dead around the dark abode, Forbid to cross the irremeable flood.

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