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Homero
Homero

The Odyssey: Book 10

The Odyssey: Book 10

Thence we went on to the Aeoli island where lives Aeolus son of
Hippotas, dear to the immortal gods. It is an island that floats (as…

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 8

The Iliad: Book 8

Now when Morning, clad in her robe of saffron, had begun to suffuse
light over the earth, Jove called the gods in council on the topmos…

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 6

The Iliad: Book 6

The fight between Trojans and Achaeans was now left to rage as it
would, and the tide of war surged hither and thither over the plain a…

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 4

The Iliad: Book 4

Now the gods were sitting with Jove in council upon the golden floor
while Hebe went round pouring out nectar for them to drink, and as…

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 24

The Iliad: Book 24

The assembly now broke up and the people went their ways each to his
own ship. There they made ready their supper, and then bethought …

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 20

The Iliad: Book 20

Thus, then, did the Achaeans arm by their ships round you, O son
of Peleus, who were hungering for battle; while the Trojans over

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 19

The Iliad: Book 19

Now when Dawn in robe of saffron was hasting from the streams of
Oceanus, to bring light to mortals and immortals, Thetis reached the …

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 17

The Iliad: Book 17

Brave Menelaus son of Atreus now came to know that Patroclus had
fallen, and made his way through the front ranks clad in full armour …

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 15

The Iliad: Book 15

But when their flight had taken them past the trench and the set
stakes, and many had fallen by the hands of the Danaans, the Trojans …

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 13

The Iliad: Book 13

Now when Jove had thus brought Hector and the Trojans to the
ships, he left them to their never-ending toil, and turned his keen

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 11

The Iliad: Book 11

And now as Dawn rose from her couch beside Tithonus, harbinger of
light alike to mortals and immortals, Jove sent fierce Discord with …

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Homero
Homero

The Iliad: Book 1

The Iliad: Book 1

Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought
countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send

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Homero

us.

us."

As he spoke, he took a double cup of nectar, and placed it in his mother's hand. "Cheer
up, my dear mother," said he, "and make the best of it. I lo…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

To A Rhinoceros

To A Rhinoceros

Rhinoceros, your hide looks all undone,
You do not take my fancy in the least:
You have a horn where other brutes have none:

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Whale

The Whale

The Whale that wanders round the Pole
Is not a table fish.
You cannot bake or boil him whole
Nor serve him in a dish;
<…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Yak

The Yak

As a friend to the children commend me the Yak.
You will find it exactly the thing:
It will carry and fetch, you can ride on its back,

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Statue

The Statue

When we are dead, some Hunting-boy will pass
And find a stone half-hidden in tall grass
And grey with age: but having seen that stone …

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Tiger

The Tiger

The tiger, on the other hand,
Is kittenish and mild,
And makes a pretty playfellow
For any little child.
And mothers of…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Pelagian Drinking Song

The Pelagian Drinking Song

Pelagius lived at Kardanoel
And taught a doctrine there
How, whether you went to heaven or to hell
It was your…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Scorpion

The Scorpion

The Scorpion is as black as soot,
He dearly loves to bite;
He is a most unpleasant brute
To find in bed at night.

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Night

The Night

Most Holy Night, that still dost keep
The keys of all the doors of sleep,
To me when my tired eyelids close

Give thou r…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Microbe

The Microbe

The Microbe is so very small
You cannot make him out at all,
But many sanguine people hope
To see him through a microscope. <…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Loser

The Loser

He lost his money first of all
And losing that is half the story-
And later on he tried a fall
With fate, in things less transit…

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Hilaire Belloc
Hilaire Belloc

The Lion

The Lion

The Lion, the Lion, he dwells in the Waste,
He has a big head and a very small waist;
But his shoulders are stark, and his jaws they are…

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