Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus, Bion, and MoschusJ. Fraser, 1836 - 419 sider |
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... king ! 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 ...
... king ! 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 ...
Side 121
... king Ptolemy brave hearts engages , Best man of all that gives the soldier wages . ESCHINES . What sort of man is he in other things ? THYONICHUS . To brave and noble souls the best of kings ; Has a discerning spirit ; takes delight In ...
... king Ptolemy brave hearts engages , Best man of all that gives the soldier wages . ESCHINES . What sort of man is he in other things ? THYONICHUS . To brave and noble souls the best of kings ; Has a discerning spirit ; takes delight In ...
Side 129
... king's war - horses ! Pray , don't trample me , Good sir ! the bay - horse rears ! how fierce a one ! Eunoa , stand from him : dog - heart ! won't you run ? He'll kill his leader ! what a thought of joy , That safe at home remains my ...
... king's war - horses ! Pray , don't trample me , Good sir ! the bay - horse rears ! how fierce a one ! Eunoa , stand from him : dog - heart ! won't you run ? He'll kill his leader ! what a thought of joy , That safe at home remains my ...
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... king Aleuas in his state , Measured the monthly dole . Much kine to see Lowed at the full stalls of the Scopada . Innumerous flocks to some cool green retreat The shepherds drove , to screen them from the heat , O'er Cranon's plain ...
... king Aleuas in his state , Measured the monthly dole . Much kine to see Lowed at the full stalls of the Scopada . Innumerous flocks to some cool green retreat The shepherds drove , to screen them from the heat , O'er Cranon's plain ...
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... king ( as poets use ) , And people , and Sicilian Arethuse ! Ye goddesses ! whose loving favours wait On that Orchomenos , the Thebans ' hate , No where unbidden , but to court or hall , Bidden , with you will I attend the call ...
... king ( as poets use ) , And people , and Sicilian Arethuse ! Ye goddesses ! whose loving favours wait On that Orchomenos , the Thebans ' hate , No where unbidden , but to court or hall , Bidden , with you will I attend the call ...
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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...