Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus, Bion, and MoschusJ. Fraser, 1836 - 419 sider |
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... and take this pipe that clips , Uttering its honey breath , the player's lips . For even now , dragged downward , must I go , By love dragged down to Hades ' house below . Now violets , ye thorns and brambles bear ! Narcissus THYRSIS . 11.
... and take this pipe that clips , Uttering its honey breath , the player's lips . For even now , dragged downward , must I go , By love dragged down to Hades ' house below . Now violets , ye thorns and brambles bear ! Narcissus THYRSIS . 11.
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... breath doth steal Over the stillness ; but the troubled din Of passion is not hushed my heart within ; I burn for him , who hath defamed my life , Undone a virgin , made me not his wife . Him hither , hither draw , my magic wheel ...
... breath doth steal Over the stillness ; but the troubled din Of passion is not hushed my heart within ; I burn for him , who hath defamed my life , Undone a virgin , made me not his wife . Him hither , hither draw , my magic wheel ...
Side 78
... breath of cows and calves — and sweet To bask by running stream in summer heat . Acorn the oak ; and apples on the bough Adorn the apple tree ; her calf the cow ; His drove of kine , depasturing the field , His proper honour to the ...
... breath of cows and calves — and sweet To bask by running stream in summer heat . Acorn the oak ; and apples on the bough Adorn the apple tree ; her calf the cow ; His drove of kine , depasturing the field , His proper honour to the ...
Side 98
... Such as I am , I keep , Drinking their best of milk , a thousand sheep ; My cheeses fail not in their hurdled row In depth of winter nor in summer's glow . No Cyclops here can breathe the pipe like me , 98 86 THEOCRITUS .
... Such as I am , I keep , Drinking their best of milk , a thousand sheep ; My cheeses fail not in their hurdled row In depth of winter nor in summer's glow . No Cyclops here can breathe the pipe like me , 98 86 THEOCRITUS .
Side 99
Theocritus, Bion, and Moschus Theocritus. No Cyclops here can breathe the pipe like me , Who sing , when I should sleep , myself and thee , Sweet - apple ! I for thee four bear - whelps rear , And eke eleven fawns that collars wear ...
Theocritus, Bion, and Moschus Theocritus. No Cyclops here can breathe the pipe like me , Who sing , when I should sleep , myself and thee , Sweet - apple ! I for thee four bear - whelps rear , And eke eleven fawns that collars wear ...
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Adonis Ægon Alcmena Aphrodite Apollo apples Arethuse Argos Augeias BATTUS beautiful bees Bion birds blest bloom breath bright bucolic bull called Chariclo CHLOE COMATAS CORYDON cowherd cruel Cyclops Cynisca Cypris DAPHNIS daughter dear Delphis didst Dionysus divinest Moon Dorian dost doth e'en eyes fair fear feed fleece flocks flowers goatherd goats goddess gods golden GORGO GRACE Greek grew my love hand hath hear heart Hercules herd hither draw Homer honour IDYL Iphicles Jove's kine king kiss LACON lamb lips lover Lycidas Lynceus magic wheel MENALCAS mighty MILON minstrel mortal Moschus mother mountain murmur Muses night numbered Nymphs o'er pastoral Peirithous pipe poet Pollux PRAXINOA Priapus Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus renown rose round sheep shepherd Sicilian sing sleep smiled song spring sweet sweetly Sybaris Syracuse tears thee Theocritus Theseus thine thou thrice Thyrsis virgin wail weep Whence grew wild youth Zeus
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Side 391 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Side 357 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light: But, oh ! she dances such a way— No sun upon an Easter day Is half so fine a sight.
Side 344 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank ! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears ; soft stillness, and the night, Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold. There's not the smallest orb, which thou behold'st, But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
Side 393 - EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learned, and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Side 328 - And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud; for he is a god: either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or, peradventure, he sleepeth, and must be awaked.
Side 333 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright! Lay thy bow of pearl apart, And thy crystal shining quiver: Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever; Thou that...
Side 413 - For there is hope of a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
Side 405 - Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Side 362 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Side 376 - I led her, blushing like the morn : all heaven, And happy constellations, on that hour Shed their selectest influence : the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Joyous the birds...