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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... fire is burnt the barley meal ; -- Quick ! Thestylis , quick ! sprinkle more yet more ; Wretch whither do thine idle fancies soar ? Am I thy scorn and mock ? sprinkle and say- " The bones of Delphis thus I shred away . " Him hither ...
... fire is burnt the barley meal ; -- Quick ! Thestylis , quick ! sprinkle more yet more ; Wretch whither do thine idle fancies soar ? Am I thy scorn and mock ? sprinkle and say- " The bones of Delphis thus I shred away . " Him hither ...
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... fire I toss . Ah , love ! ah , cruel love ! why dost outsuck All of my blood , like marsh - leech firmly stuck ? Him hither , hither draw , my magic wheel ! A draught whose ill none antidote can heal From a bruised lizard I'll to ...
... fire I toss . Ah , love ! ah , cruel love ! why dost outsuck All of my blood , like marsh - leech firmly stuck ? Him hither , hither draw , my magic wheel ! A draught whose ill none antidote can heal From a bruised lizard I'll to ...
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... fire , In calling me half burnt with fierce desire ; For Eros oft a fiercer flame awakes Than those Sicilian fires Hephæstus makes . " ( Whence grew my love , divinest Moon ! attend :) " He from her bed the virgin oft doth send , Stung ...
... fire , In calling me half burnt with fierce desire ; For Eros oft a fiercer flame awakes Than those Sicilian fires Hephæstus makes . " ( Whence grew my love , divinest Moon ! attend :) " He from her bed the virgin oft doth send , Stung ...
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... fire : Here you may sing whate'er your muse inspire More sweetly in this grove , beneath the shade Of the wild olive ; here a couch is laid Of softest herbage ; locusts babble here Cool water flows a little onward there . COMATAS . I'm ...
... fire : Here you may sing whate'er your muse inspire More sweetly in this grove , beneath the shade Of the wild olive ; here a couch is laid Of softest herbage ; locusts babble here Cool water flows a little onward there . COMATAS . I'm ...
الصفحة 66
... fire will quaff the Ptelean wine , And one shall roast me beans , while I recline Luxurious , lying on a fragrant heap Of asphodel and parsley , elbow - deep ; And mindful of my love the goblet clip , Until the last lees trickle to my ...
... fire will quaff the Ptelean wine , And one shall roast me beans , while I recline Luxurious , lying on a fragrant heap Of asphodel and parsley , elbow - deep ; And mindful of my love the goblet clip , Until the last lees trickle to my ...
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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.