The Greek Pastoral Poets, Theocritus, Bion and Moschus. Done Into English by M. J. Chapman. [With Biographical Notices and Notes.]James Fraser, 1836 - 419 Seiten |
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... never thinks - not he ! The juicy curled acanthus hovers round Th ' Æolian cup - when seen a marvel found . Hither a Calydonian skipper brought it , For a great cheese - cake and a goat I bought it ; Untouched by lip — this cup shall be ...
... never thinks - not he ! The juicy curled acanthus hovers round Th ' Æolian cup - when seen a marvel found . Hither a Calydonian skipper brought it , For a great cheese - cake and a goat I bought it ; Untouched by lip — this cup shall be ...
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... never more shall rove In quest of thro ' thicket , wood , and grove . you Farewell , ye rivers , that your streams profuse From Thymbris pour ; farewell , sweet Arethuse ! I drove my kine - a cowherd whilom here- To pleasant pasture ...
... never more shall rove In quest of thro ' thicket , wood , and grove . you Farewell , ye rivers , that your streams profuse From Thymbris pour ; farewell , sweet Arethuse ! I drove my kine - a cowherd whilom here- To pleasant pasture ...
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... To go and look upon the splendid show . At last I went — ah , doomed to bitter wo ! My linen tunic , never worn before , And Clearista's glistering robe I wore . Whence grew my love , divinest Moon ! attend : PHARMACEUTRIA . 21.
... To go and look upon the splendid show . At last I went — ah , doomed to bitter wo ! My linen tunic , never worn before , And Clearista's glistering robe I wore . Whence grew my love , divinest Moon ! attend : PHARMACEUTRIA . 21.
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... never knew ; A fiery torment on my vitals fed ; Ten days and nights I lay upon my bed . Whence grew my love , divinest Moon ! attend : Such hues as juices of the thapsus lend Gloomed on my cheek ; off dropt my crown of hair ; I was but ...
... never knew ; A fiery torment on my vitals fed ; Ten days and nights I lay upon my bed . Whence grew my love , divinest Moon ! attend : Such hues as juices of the thapsus lend Gloomed on my cheek ; off dropt my crown of hair ; I was but ...
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... DAPHNIS . " With apples Galatea pelts thy sheep , Inviting one , whose pulses never leap To love , whilst thou , cold Polypheme ! dost pipe , Regardless of the sea - born beauty ripe . And lo ! she pelts the watch - dog -
... DAPHNIS . " With apples Galatea pelts thy sheep , Inviting one , whose pulses never leap To love , whilst thou , cold Polypheme ! dost pipe , Regardless of the sea - born beauty ripe . And lo ! she pelts the watch - dog -
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Adonis Ægon Alcmena Aphrodite Apollo apples Arethuse Argos BATTUS beauty 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 divine divinest Moon Dorian dost doth e'en eyes fair fear feed fleece flocks flowers Galatea goatherd goats goddess gods golden GORGO GRACE Greek grew my love grove 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 murmured Muses night numbered Nymphs o'er pastoral Peirithous pipe poet Pollux PRAXINOA Priapus Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus Queen renown round sheep shepherd Sicilian sing sleep smiled song spring sweet sweetly Sybaris tears thee Theocritus Theseus thine thou thrice THYRSIS virgin wail weep Whence grew wild youth Zeus
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Seite 393 - 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 335 - 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 346 - 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...
Seite 415 - 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 378 - Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star, On his hill-top, to light the bridal lamp.
Seite 330 - 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 359 - 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 354 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Seite 407 - 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 346 - 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 cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.