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... Apollo aures . " Fama haud , vulgaris ad instar Floris , amat terrestre solum , fictosque nitores Queis inhiat populus , nec cum Rumore patescit . Vivere dant illi , dant increbrescere late Puri oculi ac vox summa Jovis , cui sola ...
... Apollo aures . " Fama haud , vulgaris ad instar Floris , amat terrestre solum , fictosque nitores Queis inhiat populus , nec cum Rumore patescit . Vivere dant illi , dant increbrescere late Puri oculi ac vox summa Jovis , cui sola ...
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... Apollo rear the wall Of brass ; and thrice my Greeks shall hew The fabric down ; thrice matrons rue In chains their sons ' , their husbands ' fall . " Ill my light lyre such notes beseem . Stay , Muse ; nor , wayward still , rehearse ...
... Apollo rear the wall Of brass ; and thrice my Greeks shall hew The fabric down ; thrice matrons rue In chains their sons ' , their husbands ' fall . " Ill my light lyre such notes beseem . Stay , Muse ; nor , wayward still , rehearse ...
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... Apollo's priest . For he came to the ships of Achaia , Bearing a daughter's ransom , a sum not easy to number : And in his hand was the emblem of Him , far- darting Apollo , High on a sceptre of gold : and he made his prayer to the ...
... Apollo's priest . For he came to the ships of Achaia , Bearing a daughter's ransom , a sum not easy to number : And in his hand was the emblem of Him , far- darting Apollo , High on a sceptre of gold : and he made his prayer to the ...
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... Apollo . " Then from the host of Achaians arose tumultuous answer : " Due to the priest is his honour ; accept rich ransom and yield her . " But there was war in the spirit of Atreus ' son , Agamemnon ; Disdainful he dismissed him , a ...
... Apollo . " Then from the host of Achaians arose tumultuous answer : " Due to the priest is his honour ; accept rich ransom and yield her . " But there was war in the spirit of Atreus ' son , Agamemnon ; Disdainful he dismissed him , a ...
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... Apollo his Lord , son of golden - ringleted Leto . " Lord of the silver bow , whose arm girds Chryse and Cilla , - Cilla , loved of the Gods , -and in might sways Tenedos , hearken ! Oh ! if , in days gone by , I HOMER . 191.
... Apollo his Lord , son of golden - ringleted Leto . " Lord of the silver bow , whose arm girds Chryse and Cilla , - Cilla , loved of the Gods , -and in might sways Tenedos , hearken ! Oh ! if , in days gone by , I HOMER . 191.
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Seite 112 - Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep, Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream : Ah me ! I fondly dream, Had ye been there...
Seite 108 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Seite 118 - Ah, who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake : "How well could I have spared for thee, young swain, Anow of such as, for their bellies...
Seite 116 - And questioned every gust of rugged wings That blows from off each beaked promontory: They knew not of his story; And sage Hippotades their answer brings, That not a blast was from his dungeon...
Seite 108 - And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud. For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill. Together both, ere the high lawns...
Seite 118 - That to the faithful herdman's art belongs! What recks it them? What need they? They are sped; And when they list, their lean and flashy songs Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swol'n with wind and the rank mist they draw Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Seite 124 - 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 : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Seite 110 - 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, oh! the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!
Seite 126 - ... his eyes. Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more; Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous flood.
Seite 130 - Above the wood which grides and clangs Its leafless ribs and iron horns Together, in the drifts that pass To darken on the rolling brine That breaks the coast. But fetch the wine, Arrange the board and brim the glass ; Bring in great logs and let them lie, To make a solid core of heat ; Be cheerful-minded, talk and treat Of all things ev'n as he were by ; We keep the day.