The Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus-Bion-MoschusSaunders, Otley, and Company, 1866 - 380 Seiten |
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... looks out on the main . Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain . From out the mountain - lair the lions growled , Wailing his death - the wolves and jackals howled . Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain : Around 8 THEOCRITUS .
... looks out on the main . Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain . From out the mountain - lair the lions growled , Wailing his death - the wolves and jackals howled . Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain : Around 8 THEOCRITUS .
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... look with longing eyes and pine the while , Because with them the dance thou dost not lead . ' No word he answered , but his grief did feed , And brought to end his love , that held him fast , And only ended with his life at last . Then ...
... look with longing eyes and pine the while , Because with them the dance thou dost not lead . ' No word he answered , but his grief did feed , And brought to end his love , that held him fast , And only ended with his life at last . Then ...
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... look upon the splendid show . At last I went - ah , doomed to bitter woe ! My linen tunic , never worn before , And Clearista's glistering robe I wore . Whence grew my love ? Divinest Moon ! attend . Whilst I along the public road did ...
... look upon the splendid show . At last I went - ah , doomed to bitter woe ! My linen tunic , never worn before , And Clearista's glistering robe I wore . Whence grew my love ? Divinest Moon ! attend . Whilst I along the public road did ...
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... look , since she's not adamant . When in the race , mistrustful of his knees , Te win the virgin ran Hippomenes ; Three golden apples in his hand he took , And Atalanta could not help but look- She saw , and maddened instant at the ...
... look , since she's not adamant . When in the race , mistrustful of his knees , Te win the virgin ran Hippomenes ; Three golden apples in his hand he took , And Atalanta could not help but look- She saw , and maddened instant at the ...
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... look ! She comes again -- I wish I had my crook ! BATTUS . Here , Corydon ! A thorn has wounded me- How long and sharp these distaff - thistles be ! Confound the calf ! Gaping at her I got The wound ; -under the ankle - see you not ...
... look ! She comes again -- I wish I had my crook ! BATTUS . Here , Corydon ! A thorn has wounded me- How long and sharp these distaff - thistles be ! Confound the calf ! Gaping at her I got The wound ; -under the ankle - see you not ...
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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...