Odes and EpodesB.H. Sanborn & Company, 1898 - 487 sider |
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Side 5
... iam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni , Nec prata canis albicant pruinis . 353 40 Iam Cytherea choros ducit Venus imminente luna , 5 Iunctaeque Nymphis Gratiae decentes Alterno terram quatiunt pede , dum LIBER I. 5.
... iam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni , Nec prata canis albicant pruinis . 353 40 Iam Cytherea choros ducit Venus imminente luna , 5 Iunctaeque Nymphis Gratiae decentes Alterno terram quatiunt pede , dum LIBER I. 5.
Side 14
... Venus 15 Quinta parte sui nectaris imbuit . Felices ter et amplius , Quos inrupta tenet copula nec malis Divolsus querimoniis Suprema citius solvet amor die . 20 XIV . O navis , referent in mare te novi Fluctus ! O quid agis ? Fortiter ...
... Venus 15 Quinta parte sui nectaris imbuit . Felices ter et amplius , Quos inrupta tenet copula nec malis Divolsus querimoniis Suprema citius solvet amor die . 20 XIV . O navis , referent in mare te novi Fluctus ! O quid agis ? Fortiter ...
Side 19
... Venus ? At nequis modici transiliat munera Liberi , Centaurea monet cum Lapithis rixa super mero Debellata , monet Sithoniis non levis Euhius , Cum fas atque nefas exiguo fine libidinum Discernunt avidi . Non ego te , candide Bassareu ...
... Venus ? At nequis modici transiliat munera Liberi , Centaurea monet cum Lapithis rixa super mero Debellata , monet Sithoniis non levis Euhius , Cum fas atque nefas exiguo fine libidinum Discernunt avidi . Non ego te , candide Bassareu ...
Side 25
... Venus , Non erubescendis adurit Ignibus ingenuoque semper Amore peccas . Quidquid habes , age , Depone tutis auribus . A miser , Quanta laborabas Charybdi , Digne puer meliore flamma ! Quae saga , quis te solvere Thessalis Magus venenis ...
... Venus , Non erubescendis adurit Ignibus ingenuoque semper Amore peccas . Quidquid habes , age , Depone tutis auribus . A miser , Quanta laborabas Charybdi , Digne puer meliore flamma ! Quae saga , quis te solvere Thessalis Magus venenis ...
Side 27
... Venus , regina Cnidi Paphique , Sperne dilectam Cypron et vocantis . Ture te multo Glycerae decoram Transfer in aedem . Fervidus tecum puer et solutis Gratiae zonis properentque Nymphae 5 Et parum comis sine te Iuventas Mercuriusque ...
... Venus , regina Cnidi Paphique , Sperne dilectam Cypron et vocantis . Ture te multo Glycerae decoram Transfer in aedem . Fervidus tecum puer et solutis Gratiae zonis properentque Nymphae 5 Et parum comis sine te Iuventas Mercuriusque ...
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Aesch Aeschyl aetas Alcaeus amor Anth Apoll Apollo Arnold atque Augustus Bacchylides Caesar Callim Catull cura death domos Epist epithet Epode Epode 16 Epode 9 Eurip Fortuna Gelonos genus Greek haec heaven Herrick Hesiod Homer Horace Horace's ibid imitation inter Iovis Iuppiter Johnson's Poets king Latin Livy Lucan Lucret Lucretius lyrae Macaulay Maecenas mare Martial mihi Milt Milton neque nunc Odyss Omar Khayyám omne Ovid pater pede perhaps periphrasis Pind Pindar Plato Plut poem poetic poetry Propert proverbial puer Pyth quae quam quid quis quod Roman Rome Ronsard Sappho Sellar semel semper Shaks Shelley Silv sine sing sive song Soph Suet tamen Tenn terra thee Theoc Theog thou thought Thyest tibi Tibull Tibur Trist Venus Verg Vergil wine zeugma
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Side 245 - He that ruleth his spirit, is better than he that taketh a city,
Side 423 - ... is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill ; The Plough-boy is whooping anon, anon.
Side 479 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Side 473 - And the Lord said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: am I my brother's keeper? And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground.
Side 438 - When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.
Side 318 - They say the Lion and the Lizard keep The Courts where Jamshyd gloried and drank deep: And Bahram, that great Hunter — the Wild Ass Stamps o'er his Head, but cannot break his Sleep.
Side 339 - For other things mild Heaven a time ordains, And disapproves that care, though wise in show, That with superfluous burden loads the day, And, when God sends a cheerful hour, refrains.
Side 236 - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the law, Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget, lest we forget.
Side 250 - Mais elle était du monde où les plus belles choses Ont le pire destin ; Et rose elle a vécu ce que vivent les roses, L'espace d'un matin.
Side 107 - Cum semel occideris et de te splendida Minos Fecerit arbitria, Non, Torquate, genus, non te facundia, non te Restituet pietas.