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 21
... the mazy dance he meets in concert with the Graces . The idea of Love dancing with the Graces is original and pe- culiar to ANACREON . Indeed they are the fittest companions for the god , since every qualification that can adorn.
... the mazy dance he meets in concert with the Graces . The idea of Love dancing with the Graces is original and pe- culiar to ANACREON . Indeed they are the fittest companions for the god , since every qualification that can adorn.
Side 24
... original Greek is very splendid : it is adescription of an ancient festival , in which the different deities mentioned are personated . It was a custom in ANACREON's time to mask , and sing , and dance through the streets , and in the ...
... original Greek is very splendid : it is adescription of an ancient festival , in which the different deities mentioned are personated . It was a custom in ANACREON's time to mask , and sing , and dance through the streets , and in the ...
Side 37
... original in my translation . Mr. Moore has the same complaint : how- ever , he does himself injury ; for his translation , or rather paraphrase , is equal to any in his very elegant volume . He answered , and in Doric spake . The poet ...
... original in my translation . Mr. Moore has the same complaint : how- ever , he does himself injury ; for his translation , or rather paraphrase , is equal to any in his very elegant volume . He answered , and in Doric spake . The poet ...
Side 58
... original is irre- gular in the extreme , and any thing but correct in the common editions . However , it is a pleasant poem , and reflects a very beautiful picture for the mind's meditation : indeed , it is richer than its prototype ...
... original is irre- gular in the extreme , and any thing but correct in the common editions . However , it is a pleasant poem , and reflects a very beautiful picture for the mind's meditation : indeed , it is richer than its prototype ...
Side 71
... original of this ode has determined critics to reject it as spurious ; but there are some who think differently , and acknowledge it as genuine . La Fosse says― Il est vrai , que la mesure des vers de cette ode est tres irre- guliere ...
... original of this ode has determined critics to reject it as spurious ; but there are some who think differently , and acknowledge it as genuine . La Fosse says― Il est vrai , que la mesure des vers de cette ode est tres irre- guliere ...
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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.