The Lycidas and Epitaphium Damonis of Milton, ed. with notes and intr. by C.S. Jerram, Ausgabe 7121874 |
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... close imitations , often literal translations , of Theocritus ; and in them we find the Greek pastoral applied to Roman life , and the scenery of Sicily trans- ferred to the Mantuan district . Also the persistency with which shepherds ...
... close imitations , often literal translations , of Theocritus ; and in them we find the Greek pastoral applied to Roman life , and the scenery of Sicily trans- ferred to the Mantuan district . Also the persistency with which shepherds ...
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... close this part of our subject by citing a still more sarcastic 1 ' In England every poet who has tried to play on the Doric pipe has sounded a false note . There is nothing in our damp island atmo- sphere , or in our own character , to ...
... close this part of our subject by citing a still more sarcastic 1 ' In England every poet who has tried to play on the Doric pipe has sounded a false note . There is nothing in our damp island atmo- sphere , or in our own character , to ...
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... close intimacy with Milton at St. Paul's School , which he left in 1621 for Trinity College , Oxford , where Alexander Gill , son of the head - master of St. Paul's , had also been educated . The friendship between the two young men con ...
... close intimacy with Milton at St. Paul's School , which he left in 1621 for Trinity College , Oxford , where Alexander Gill , son of the head - master of St. Paul's , had also been educated . The friendship between the two young men con ...
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... close enough to warrant the supposition that Theocritus was thinking of that passage , the circumstances and lead- ing sentiment being quite different . The form of address ( ELTE — ELTE , & c . ) might better be compared with that in 7 ...
... close enough to warrant the supposition that Theocritus was thinking of that passage , the circumstances and lead- ing sentiment being quite different . The form of address ( ELTE — ELTE , & c . ) might better be compared with that in 7 ...
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... close the paragraph and to complete the rime . For the sentiment compare an epitaph by Antipater Sidonius , translated by Major Mac- gregor from the Greek Anthology— ' No longer , Orpheus , shalt thou charmed oaks lead ; For thou art ...
... close the paragraph and to complete the rime . For the sentiment compare an epitaph by Antipater Sidonius , translated by Major Mac- gregor from the Greek Anthology— ' No longer , Orpheus , shalt thou charmed oaks lead ; For thou art ...
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agni allusion bleating Church Comus criticism crost Your hapless Damon Daphnis death derivation Diodati domino jam domum impasti Drayton Eclogue edition Elegy English Epit Epitaphium Damonis epithet expression Faery Queen Fame flock foll fortune crost Go unpastured Gorlois Greek hæc hapless master Hence Il Penseroso imitated Italian jam non vacat Keightley King L'Allegro lambs language Latin letter lines lost Low Latin Lycidas master now heeds meaning mihi Milton monody Mopsus Moschus Muse Newton nunc nymphs oaten original Ovid passage pastoral poetry pipe poem poet poetical probably Professor Masson Puritan Purple Island quæ quid quoque quotes reference remarks Return unfed rime Samuel Boyse says sense Shaksp Shakspere shepherds sing song speaks Spen Spenser swain thee Theocritus thou Thyrsis tibi tion Todd translation ulmo verb verse Virg Virgil Warton word
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Seite 88 - Where the great Vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold. Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth: And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
Seite 67 - Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Seite 92 - Through the dear might of him that walked the waves. Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Seite 54 - We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose at evening, bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel.
Seite 91 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more; For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead, Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor. So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Seite 76 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Seite 49 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Seite 65 - Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil, Nor in the glistering foil Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies, But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Seite 78 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength...
Seite 56 - Tempered to the oaten flute, Rough satyrs danced, and fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would not be absent long; And old Damoetas loved to hear our song. But O the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone, and never must return!