Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus, Bion, and MoschusJ. Fraser, 1836 - 419 Seiten |
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... sit , dear friend , And play for me , while I thy goats attend ? GOATHERD . We must not pipe at noon in any case ... sits . But thou to thee the griefs of Daphnis known , And the first skill in pastoral song thine own Come to yon elm ...
... sit , dear friend , And play for me , while I thy goats attend ? GOATHERD . We must not pipe at noon in any case ... sits . But thou to thee the griefs of Daphnis known , And the first skill in pastoral song thine own Come to yon elm ...
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... sits by the thorn - hedge trim , To watch the grapes - two foxes watching him : One thro ' the ranges of the vines proceeds , And on the hanging vintage slyly feeds ; The other plots and vows his scrip to search , And for his breakfast ...
... sits by the thorn - hedge trim , To watch the grapes - two foxes watching him : One thro ' the ranges of the vines proceeds , And on the hanging vintage slyly feeds ; The other plots and vows his scrip to search , And for his breakfast ...
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... sits on high , Watching the tunnies . Should I even die , " Twill please thee . This the sign I lately found , For the struck pop - bell gave me back no sound , ( When by that proof thy doubtful love I tried ) But withering on my elbow ...
... sits on high , Watching the tunnies . Should I even die , " Twill please thee . This the sign I lately found , For the struck pop - bell gave me back no sound , ( When by that proof thy doubtful love I tried ) But withering on my elbow ...
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... sits his friend in royal pride , Great Alexander , the portentous dread Of Persians glittering with the turban pied : And Hercules , the vast Centauricide , Sits opposite on adamantine throne ; There with the gods he banquets gratified ...
... sits his friend in royal pride , Great Alexander , the portentous dread Of Persians glittering with the turban pied : And Hercules , the vast Centauricide , Sits opposite on adamantine throne ; There with the gods he banquets gratified ...
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... sits . Small is his bow , his arrow small to sight , But to Jove's court it wings its ready flight . Upon his back a golden quiver sounds , Full of sharp darts , with which e'en me he wounds . All cruel things by cruel Love are done ...
... sits . Small is his bow , his arrow small to sight , But to Jove's court it wings its ready flight . Upon his back a golden quiver sounds , Full of sharp darts , with which e'en me he wounds . All cruel things by cruel Love are done ...
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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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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 362 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Seite 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...