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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... and sailed to Thrace , settling in Abdera . The people of that country soon became jealous of their new neighbours , and endeavoured to give them disturbance ; and it seems to have been in these conflicts that ANACREON's friends B 2.
... and sailed to Thrace , settling in Abdera . The people of that country soon became jealous of their new neighbours , and endeavoured to give them disturbance ; and it seems to have been in these conflicts that ANACREON's friends B 2.
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... Gives coolness to the matchless dame , To every other breast a flame . I sunk ! my throbbing heart leapt high . The literal translation , is , my heart ascended to my nostrils , which phrase is used by Homer ; and in our 27.
... Gives coolness to the matchless dame , To every other breast a flame . I sunk ! my throbbing heart leapt high . The literal translation , is , my heart ascended to my nostrils , which phrase is used by Homer ; and in our 27.
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... gives what absence takes away , And drest in all its visionary charms , Restores my fair deserter to my arms ! But when , with day , the sweet illusions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I ; As if once more forsaken , I ...
... gives what absence takes away , And drest in all its visionary charms , Restores my fair deserter to my arms ! But when , with day , the sweet illusions fly , And all things wake to life and joy , but I ; As if once more forsaken , I ...
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... a song's reward , Erst gave me to the Teian bard ; And now his feathered post I go , With such his letters to and fro ; For which my services , says he , Thou shalt return to liberty ! But , though he should my freedom give , Still 32.
... a song's reward , Erst gave me to the Teian bard ; And now his feathered post I go , With such his letters to and fro ; For which my services , says he , Thou shalt return to liberty ! But , though he should my freedom give , Still 32.
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... give , Still with Anacreon I would live ; For what behoves it me , that I Should over fields and mountains fly ? Or perching in the desert wood , Devour precarious rustic food ? While now , indeed , I take my stand , And snatch it from ...
... give , Still with Anacreon I would live ; For what behoves it me , that I Should over fields and mountains fly ? Or perching in the desert wood , Devour precarious rustic food ? While now , indeed , I take my stand , And snatch it from ...
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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.