The Works of the Right Honourable John Hookham Frere in Verse and Prose...: Translations from Aristophanes and TheognisB.M.Pickering, 1874 |
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Acharnians Æschylus Alcibiades amongst ancient antepirrema appears Aristophanes Athenian Athens Bacchus behold Birds Brekeke-kesh bring burlesque character Chor Chorus Cinesias Cleon comedy comic Cratinus Cypselus dear deity Demosthenes Demus Dicæopolis epirrema Eschylus Euelpides Euripides exhibited exile fair favour feeling Frag fragment Gaisford give gods happy hear heart heaven Hercules Hipparchus Holloh honour Hoopoe humour instance Jove Jupiter kind koash Kurnus Lamachus mark mean Megara Megarian mighty mind Neptune never Nicias noble Onomacritus oracle original Paphlagonian parabasis party passage peace Peis Peisth Peisthetairus person play poet poet's poetry poor preceding present Pylos rascal Sausage-seller scene seems SEMICHORUS serve Simonides slave song Spartans speak speech spirit stand supposed tell ye Theognis there's thing thou Thrace tion tone Triballian verses vulgar What's wine wings wish word Xanthias
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الصفحة 83 - Pelt him, pummel him, nnd maul him; rummage, ransack, overhaul him ; Overbear him and outbawl him; bear him down, and bring him under Bellow like a burst of thunder, Robber ! harpy ! sink of plunder ! Rogue and villain! rogue and cheat! rogue and villain, 1 repeat! Oftener than I can repeat it, has the rogue and villain cheated. Close around him, left and right; spit upon him, spurn and smite: Spit upon him as you see; spurn and spit at him like me.
الصفحة 348 - I sought in mine heart to give myself unto wine, yet acquainting mine heart with wisdom ; and to lay hold on folly , till I might see what was that good for the sons of men, which they should do under the heaven all the days of their life.
الصفحة 79 - SS Are there any means of making a great man, Of a sausage-selling fellow such as I Dem. The very means you have must make ye so, Low breeding, vulgar birth and impudence, These, these must make ye, what you're meant to be.
الصفحة 199 - Oh ! there, at last, I see — there's somebody Running at speed, and panting like a racer. [Enter a Messenger, quite out of breath ; and speaking in short snatches '.] MESS. Where is he? Where? Where is he? Where? Where is he?— The president Peisthetairus ? PEIS.
الصفحة 292 - Musaeus deliver'd the doctrine of medicine, And warnings prophetic for ages to come : Next came old Hesiod, teaching us husbandry, Ploughing, and sowing, and rural...
الصفحة 141 - Dem. But did not I perceive it ? Was not I told ? Ag. By Jove, and you wore those ears of yours continually Wide open or close shut, like an umbrella. Dem. Is it possible ? Was I, indeed, so mere a driveller In my old age, so superannuated ? Ag. Moreover, if a couple of orators Were pleading in your presence, one proposing To equip a fleet, his rival arguing To get the same supplies distributed To the jurymen, the patron of the juries Carried the day.
الصفحة 87 - ... Which constitutes a politician. Hence you squeeze and drain alone the rich milch kine of our allies ; Whilst the son of Hippodamus licks his lips with longing eyes. But now, with eager rapture we behold A mighty miscreant of baser mould ! A more consummate ruffian ! An energetic ardent ragamuffin ! Behold him there ! — He stands before your eyes, To bear you down, with a superior frown A fiercer stare, And more incessant and exhaustless lies.
الصفحة 82 - Stand firm, my noble valiant sausage-seller! Never betray the cause. Your friends are nigh. [To the Chorus. Cavaliers and noble captains! now's the time! advance in sight! March in order — make the movement, and out-flank him on the right ! [To the Sausage-seller. There I see them bustling, hasting! — only turn and make a stand, 245 Stop but only for a moment, your allies are hard at hand.
الصفحة 157 - And Teleas would be the first to answer, " A mere poor creature, a weak restless animal, A silly bird, that's neither here nor there.
الصفحة 303 - O dreary shades of night ! What phantoms of affright Have scared my troubled sense With saucer eyes immense; And huge horrific paws With bloody claws ! Ye maidens haste, and bring From the fair spring A bucket of fresh water; whose clear stream May purify me from this dreadful dream: But oh ! my dream is out ! Ye maidens search about ! O mighty powers of mercy, can it be; That Glyke, Glyke, she (My friend and civil neighbour heretofore), Has robb'd my henroost of its feather'd store? With the dawn...