The Greek Pastoral Poets, Theocritus, Bion and Moschus. Done Into English by M. J. Chapman. [With Biographical Notices and Notes.]James Fraser, 1836 - 419 من الصفحات |
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... bloom of beauty bright Withered at once as by a sudden blight : The pomp I saw not passing in my view , And how I reached my home I never knew ; A fiery torment on my vitals fed ; Ten days and nights I lay upon my bed . Whence grew my ...
... bloom of beauty bright Withered at once as by a sudden blight : The pomp I saw not passing in my view , And how I reached my home I never knew ; A fiery torment on my vitals fed ; Ten days and nights I lay upon my bed . Whence grew my ...
الصفحة 23
... blooming Delphis brought . But when I saw him o'er my threshold - sill Pass with light foot , I sudden grew more chill Than wintry snow ; and from my forehead burst Sweat like the dew the melting South hath nurst ; I could not utter - e ...
... blooming Delphis brought . But when I saw him o'er my threshold - sill Pass with light foot , I sudden grew more chill Than wintry snow ; and from my forehead burst Sweat like the dew the melting South hath nurst ; I could not utter - e ...
الصفحة 49
... While round her lips a honey - murmur melts . LACON . On me a blooming beauty fondly dotes , Round whose white neck the hair bright - shining floats . F COMATAS . With the screened garden - roses cannot vie COMATAS AND LACON . 49.
... While round her lips a honey - murmur melts . LACON . On me a blooming beauty fondly dotes , Round whose white neck the hair bright - shining floats . F COMATAS . With the screened garden - roses cannot vie COMATAS AND LACON . 49.
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... blooms a heap , And eke the honey - flower - to feed my sheep . COMATAS . Alcippe for my ring - dove gave no kiss , Holding my ears - I love her not for this . LACON . I love my love because a sweet lip paid With kisses for my pipe ...
... blooms a heap , And eke the honey - flower - to feed my sheep . COMATAS . Alcippe for my ring - dove gave no kiss , Holding my ears - I love her not for this . LACON . I love my love because a sweet lip paid With kisses for my pipe ...
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... bloom of charms . So may the youth of Arcady forbear With squills thy shoulders and thy side to tear , When fails the chase . If thou wilt not , then weep , By nails all mangled , and on nettles sleep ! Where Hebrus flows , in frost ...
... bloom of charms . So may the youth of Arcady forbear With squills thy shoulders and thy side to tear , When fails the chase . If thou wilt not , then weep , By nails all mangled , and on nettles sleep ! Where Hebrus flows , in frost ...
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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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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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.