Selections from Ovid: with an introduction, notes and vocabulary
Allyn and Bacon, 1890 - 444 Seiten
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ancient appear aquae āre ātum auras āvī bear become bring called carry cause color corpore daughter death direction divinities early earth erat force fuit give goddess gods Greek haec head heaven hence honor illa illis ipse Italy Jupiter king Latin lines living meaning metonymy mihi modo mora myths offering omnes Ovid Page pass poet quae quam Quid quod quoque referring represented Roman Rome sacred side simul sine spring stand subst suggests tamen tellus terras things thought tibi tion trans turn undas Underworld wind worship Zeus
Seite 177 - In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightiest Julius fell, The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets...
Seite 279 - Everything that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art : Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or, hearing, die.
Seite 276 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.
Seite 257 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal Spring.
Seite 193 - How gladly would I meet Mortality my sentence, and be earth Insensible ! How glad would lay me down As in my mother's lap ! There I should rest, And sleep secure : his dreadful voice no more Would thunder in my ears : no fear of worse To me, and to my offspring, would torment me With cruel expectation.
Seite 173 - I have trodden the wine-press alone, and of the people there was none with me : for I will tread them in mine anger, and trample them in my fury, and their blood shall be sprinkled upon my garments, and I will stain all my raiment.
Seite 206 - But rather to tell how, if art could tell, How from that sapphire fount the crisped brooks, Rolling on orient pearl and sands of gold, With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Seite 257 - Led on the eternal Spring. Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Seite 200 - The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth, and height, And time, and place, are lost...
Seite 69 - Cum subit illius tristissima noctis imago, Qua mihi supremum tempus in Urbe fuit, Cum repeto noctem, qua tot mihi cara reliqui, Labitur ex oculis nunc quoque gutta meis.