Select Translations from the Greek Minor Poets, with Notes, Etc: To which are Added a Few Specimens from the Anthologia GræcaSimpkin, Marshall, 1838 - 334 sider |
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Side 14
... eyes ? Good master haste - be not afraid- I've long been wandering o'er the glade ; Ah ! wet and chilly is the night , No moon to guide , no star to light ! Oh , haste to open then thy gate And snatch me from impending fate ; I'm but a ...
... eyes ? Good master haste - be not afraid- I've long been wandering o'er the glade ; Ah ! wet and chilly is the night , No moon to guide , no star to light ! Oh , haste to open then thy gate And snatch me from impending fate ; I'm but a ...
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... eye , Through kindness nursed the wanton boy . Now when at length my friendly part Had comforted and cheered his heart , And all the cold had ceased , My friend , He said , let's to my bow attend ; I fear , indeed , it may have met Some ...
... eye , Through kindness nursed the wanton boy . Now when at length my friendly part Had comforted and cheered his heart , And all the cold had ceased , My friend , He said , let's to my bow attend ; I fear , indeed , it may have met Some ...
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... eye of flowers , the gem of meadows , and the favours of the Muses she designates as the Roses of Pieria . The Rose was admitted into all ancient entertainments , being the most esteemed of flowers . Horace praises it very abundantly ...
... eye of flowers , the gem of meadows , and the favours of the Muses she designates as the Roses of Pieria . The Rose was admitted into all ancient entertainments , being the most esteemed of flowers . Horace praises it very abundantly ...
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... eye . Oh , what joys and raptures move me ! Sporting with a showy train Of young virgins - beauteous , lovely , The swift chace I urge amain . Then some boys , than Bacchus softer , Viewed my grey and hoary hair , And with gamesone jest ...
... eye . Oh , what joys and raptures move me ! Sporting with a showy train Of young virgins - beauteous , lovely , The swift chace I urge amain . Then some boys , than Bacchus softer , Viewed my grey and hoary hair , And with gamesone jest ...
Side 30
... eyes . The gallantry of the dream , proceeds from his waking thoughts , which were ever gay aud voluptuous . Petronius has a parallel passage in one of his epigrams , commencing thus : - Somnia , quæ mentes ludunt volitantibus umbris ...
... eyes . The gallantry of the dream , proceeds from his waking thoughts , which were ever gay aud voluptuous . Petronius has a parallel passage in one of his epigrams , commencing thus : - Somnia , quæ mentes ludunt volitantibus umbris ...
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Adonis AGATHIAS amorous ANACREON ancients Anthology ANTIPATER OF SIDON Bacchus bard Bathyllus beauteous beauty Begin the wail Bion bliss bloom blushing rose bosom bower brave breast breathe bright charms CREON crown Cupid dance dart dead death delightful dost drain the glowing drink Epigram EPIGRAM ON ANACREON Epitaph eyes fair flame flowers gaily garland gentle glowing bowl gold Graces Greek grief hair haste heart Hipponax Horace hour IDYL inspire Ionic dialect Jove joyous king kiss laugh life's lips Longepierre love's lyre maid MELEAGER Moore Moschus mourn Muses of Sicily nectar Nonnus numbers o'er Ovid perfume Phoebus poet POSIDIPPUS purple round SAPPHO says shade SIMMIAS OF THEBES sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul spring sung swallow sweet tears Tereus thee THEOCRITUS thigh thine thou art Tibullus tomb translated Venus wanton weep wine wings young youth
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Side 61 - I'll example you with thievery: The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Side 61 - The sun's a thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea: the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun: The sea's a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears: the earth's a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement: each thing's a thief; The laws, your curb and whip, in their rough power Have uncheck'd theft.
Side 148 - If to no charms thou wilt thy heart resign, But such as merit, such as equal thine, By none, alas! by none thou canst be moved, Phaon alone by Phaon must be loved!
Side 27 - Flavia the least and slightest toy, Can with resistless art employ. This fan in meaner hands would prove An engine of small force in love ; But she with such an air and mien, Not to be told, or safely seen, Directs its wanton motions so, That it wounds more than Cupid's bow : Gives coolness to the matchless dame, To every other breast a flame.
Side 64 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Side 148 - Though short my stature, yet my name extends To heaven itself, and earth's remotest ends.
Side 109 - Come on therefore, let us enjoy the good things that are present: and let us speedily use the creatures like as in youth. Let us fill ourselves with costly wine and ointments : and let no flower of the spring pass by us : Let us crown ourselves with rose-buds, before they be withered.
Side 218 - Go, idle, amorous boys, What are your cares and joys, To love, that swells the longing virgin's breast? A flame half hid in doubt, Soon kindled, soon burnt out, A blaze of momentary heat at best ! " Haply you well may find (Proud privilege of your kind) Some friend to share the secret of your heart ; Or, if your inbred grief Admit of such relief, The dance, the chase, the play, assuage your smart.
Side 190 - There's fennel for you, and columbines; there's rue for you; and here's some for me; we may call it herb of grace o' Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There's a daisy; I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died.
Side 273 - ONCE as a flowery wreath I wove, I found among the roses Love ; By both his wings the god I bound, And in a cup of nectar drowned; I pledged my fair, and took the cup, And mad with rapture drank him up: Ah ! ever since on tickling wings About my throbbing heart he springs ! Julian ex Anthol. lib. vu. fol. 484, ARDENT TROUGHTON, THE WRECKED MERCHANT.