The Iliad, Tr. by Mr. Pope. [With Notes Partly by W. Broome. Preceded By] an Essay on Homer [By T. Parnell]

The Iliad, Tr. by Mr. Pope. [With Notes Partly by W. Broome. Preceded By] an Essay on Homer [By T. Parnell]

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1756 edition. Excerpt: ...tremble at the heaps of dead. 575 Now twelve dispatch'd, the monarch last they sound j TydideS faulchion fix'd him to the ground. Just then a deathful dream Minerva sent; A warlike sorm appear'd besore his tent, Whose visionary steel his bosom torei 580 So dream'd the monarch, and awak'd no more. XJlyJfes now the snowy steeds detains, And leads them, fasten'd by the silver reins j These, with his bow unbent, he' lash'd along; (The scourge sorgot, on Rhesus chariot hung.) 585 Then gave his friend the signal to retire; But him, new dangers, new achievements fire i V. 578. Just /ben a tUatbfil Jream Minerva fcnt. the cut eumftances of this action, the night, Rhesus buried in a prosound steep, and Dinned with the sword in his hand hanging over the head of that prince, fumish'd Homer with the idea of this siction, which represents Rbefiit dying fast, asleep, and as it were TlehoHing his enemy in a dream plunging a sword into his bofom. This image ft very natural, lor a man in this condition awakes no farther than tofee consusedly what environs him, and to think it not a reality, but - tifion. Eustatb 'ua, Datitr, 3 Doubtful Doubtful he stood, or with his reeking blade To fend more heroes to th infernal shade, Drag oft the car where Rhesus' armour lay, 490 Or heave with manly sorce, and lift away. While unrefolv'd the son of Tydeus stands, JPallas appears, and thus her chief commands. Enough, my son, from farther slaughter cease, Regard thy safety, and depart in peace; 595 Haste to the ships, the gotten spoils enjoy, Nor tempt too far the hostile Gods of Troy. The voice divine confess'd the martial maid; In haste he mounted, and her word obey'd; The coursers fly besore Ulysses' bow, 600 Swift as the wind, and white as winter-snow. Not unobserv' more

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