The Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus-Bion-MoschusSaunders, Otley, and Company, 1866 - 380 Seiten |
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... breath , the player's lips . For even now , dragged downward , must I go , By love dragged down to Hades ' house below . Now violets , ye thorns and brambles bear ! Narcissus now on junipers appear ! And on the pine - tree pears ! Since ...
... breath , the player's lips . For even now , dragged downward , must I go , By love dragged down to Hades ' house below . Now violets , ye thorns and brambles bear ! Narcissus now on junipers appear ! And on the pine - tree pears ! Since ...
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... breath doth steal Over the stillness ; but the troubled din Of passion is not hushed my heart within ; I burn for him , who hath defamed my life , Undone a virgin , made me not his wife . Him hither , hither draw , my magic wheel ...
... breath doth steal Over the stillness ; but the troubled din Of passion is not hushed my heart within ; I burn for him , who hath defamed my life , Undone a virgin , made me not his wife . Him hither , hither draw , my magic wheel ...
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... breath of cows and calves - and sweet To bask by running stream in summer heat . Acorn the oak ; and apples on the bough Adorn the apple tree ; her calf the cow ; His drove of kine , depasturing the field , proper honour to the cowherd ...
... breath of cows and calves - and sweet To bask by running stream in summer heat . Acorn the oak ; and apples on the bough Adorn the apple tree ; her calf the cow ; His drove of kine , depasturing the field , proper honour to the cowherd ...
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... Such as I am , I keep , Drinking their best of milk , a thousand sheep ; My In depth of winter nor in summer's glow . cheeses fail not in their hurdled row No Cyclops here can breathe the pipe like me , 94 THEOCRITUS .
... Such as I am , I keep , Drinking their best of milk , a thousand sheep ; My In depth of winter nor in summer's glow . cheeses fail not in their hurdled row No Cyclops here can breathe the pipe like me , 94 THEOCRITUS .
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Theocritus-Bion-Moschus Theocritus. No Cyclops here can breathe the pipe like me , Who sing , when I should sleep , myself and thee , Sweet apple ! I for thee four bear - whelps rear , And eke eleven fawns that collars wear . Come live ...
Theocritus-Bion-Moschus Theocritus. No Cyclops here can breathe the pipe like me , Who sing , when I should sleep , myself and thee , Sweet apple ! I for thee four bear - whelps rear , And eke eleven fawns that collars wear . Come live ...
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Adonis Alcmena Aphrodite Apollo apples Arethuse Argos Augeias bard BATTUS beauty bees Bion birds blest bloom breath bright bucolic bull called Chariclo COMATAS CORYDON cowherd cruel Cyclops Cynisca Cypris Daphnis daughter dear delight Delphis didst Dionysus divine Divinest Moon Dorian dost doth E'en eyes fair fear flocks flowers Galatea girl goatherd goats goddess gods golden GORGO GRACE Greek grew my love 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 Odysseus pastoral Peirithous pipe poet Pollux PRAXINOA Priapus Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus purple renown round scorn sheep shepherd Sicilian sight 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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Seite 307 - 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 mak'st...
Seite 317 - 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...
Seite 358 - EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learned, and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Seite 349 - Set me as a seal upon thine heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death; jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire, which hath a most vehement flame.
Seite 302 - 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.
Seite 325 - 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.
Seite 376 - 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.
Seite 351 - The wolf also shall dwell with the lamb, and the leopard shall lie down with the kid; and the calf and the young lion and the fatling together; and a little child shall lead them.
Seite 343 - I led her, blushing like the morn : all heaven, And happy constellations, on that hour Shed their selectest influence : the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Joyous the birds...
Seite 376 - 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...