The Odyssey — Vocabulary
Homer
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Say, could one city yield a troop so fair?†35 more

They went; but as they entering saw the queen Of size enormous, and terrific mien (Not yielding to some bulky mountain's height), A sudden horror struck their aching sight.35 more

Suppliant to her, since first he chose to pray, Why not herself did she conduct the way, And with her handmaids to our court convey?†32 more

But of his wish'd return the care resign, Be future vengeance to the powers divine.†55 more

There, wrapped in silent shade, Pensive, the rules the goddess gave he weigh'd; Stretch'd on the downy fleece, no rest he knows, And in his raptured soul the vision glows.†37 more

Two plenteous fountains the whole prospect crown'd This through the gardens leads its streams around Visits each plant, and waters all the ground; While that in pipes beneath the palace flows, And thence its current on the town bestows: To various use their various streams they bring, The people one, and one supplies the king.†40 more

While his fond soul these fancied triumphs swell'd, The stranger guest the royal youth beheld; Grieved that a visitant so long should wait Unmark'd, unhonour'd, at a monarch's gate; Instant he flew with hospitable haste, And the new friend with courteous air embraced.†42 more

Ranged on the banks, beneath our equal oars White curl the waves, and the vex'd ocean roars Then, steering backward from the Pharian isle, We gain the stream of Jove-descended Nile; There quit the ships, and on the destined shore With ritual hecatombs the gods adore; Their wrath atoned, to Agamemnon's name A cenotaph I raise of deathless fame.†37 more

Selected from my stores, of matchless price, An urn shall recompense your prudent choice; By Vulcan's art, the verge with gold enchased.†25 more

Scarce all my herds their luxury suffice; Scarce all my wine their midnight hours supplies.†27 more

(Replied the Thunderer to the martial maid;) Deem not unjustly by my doom oppress'd, Of human race the wisest and the best†37 more

Of all the chiefs, this hero's fate alone Has Jove reserved, unheard of, and unknown; Whether in fields by hostile fury slain, Or sunk by tempests in the gulfy main?†35 more

how my soul is moved with just disdain!†21 more

Phemius, whose voice divine could sweetest sing106 more

In vision wrapp'd, the Hyperesian seer
Uprose, and thus divined the vengeance near:106 more

My wars, the copious theme of every tongue, To you your fathers have recorded long.†27 more

If yet Ulysses views the light, forbear, Till the fleet hours restore the circling year.†25 more

Whene'er his influence Jove vouchsafes to shower, To bless the natal and the nuptial hour; From the great sire transmissive to the race, The boon devolving gives distinguish'd grace.†22 more

The bard a herald guides; the gazing throng Pay low obeisance as he moves along: Beneath a sculptur'd arch he sits enthroned, The peers encircling form an awful round.†17 more

There, warm with filial love, the cause inquire That from his realm retards his god-like sire; Delivering early to the voice of fame The promise of a green immortal name.†17 more