The Lycidas and Epitaphium Damonis of Milton, ed. with notes and intr. by C.S. Jerram, 712. number1874 |
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... Ovid's Metamorphoses , by Golding ( 1565 ) ; Epistles , by Tur- berville ( 1567 ) ; Tristia , by Church- yard ( 1580 ) ; Horace's Epistles and Satires , by Drant ( 1567 ) ; Homer , were imitated , and not their natural beauties . ' ΙΟ ...
... Ovid's Metamorphoses , by Golding ( 1565 ) ; Epistles , by Tur- berville ( 1567 ) ; Tristia , by Church- yard ( 1580 ) ; Horace's Epistles and Satires , by Drant ( 1567 ) ; Homer , were imitated , and not their natural beauties . ' ΙΟ ...
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... Ovid's Meta- When • morphoses were exhibited in confectionery . she condescended to walk in the garden , the lake was covered with Tritons and Nereids ; the pages of the family were con- verted into wood nymphs , who peeped from every ...
... Ovid's Meta- When • morphoses were exhibited in confectionery . she condescended to walk in the garden , the lake was covered with Tritons and Nereids ; the pages of the family were con- verted into wood nymphs , who peeped from every ...
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... Ovid , Met . xi . 43 , where the beasts , woods , and rocks are said to mourn for Orpheus . For the structure of the line cf. Virg . G. iv . 465 , Te , dulcis con- junx , te solo in litore secum , & c . ; ' Spenser , F. Q. IV . x . 44 ...
... Ovid , Met . xi . 43 , where the beasts , woods , and rocks are said to mourn for Orpheus . For the structure of the line cf. Virg . G. iv . 465 , Te , dulcis con- junx , te solo in litore secum , & c . ; ' Spenser , F. Q. IV . x . 44 ...
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... Ovid . Met . xii . 248- ' Like one that with an ax doth slit An ox's neck in sacrifice . ' 6 But not the praise ] i.e. the praise is not intercepted ' ( Warton ) . This is a kind of zeugma , the verb ' slits ' being strictly applicable ...
... Ovid . Met . xii . 248- ' Like one that with an ax doth slit An ox's neck in sacrifice . ' 6 But not the praise ] i.e. the praise is not intercepted ' ( Warton ) . This is a kind of zeugma , the verb ' slits ' being strictly applicable ...
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... Ovid , Met . v . 579 foll . In Moschus , Epitaphium Bionis , 83 , Bion is said to have drunk of Arethusa's fount , ' and in Theocr . Id . i . 117 the dying Daphnis exclaims , χαῖρ ̓ Αρέθουσα . Virgil ( Ecl . x . 1 ) invokes her as a ...
... Ovid , Met . v . 579 foll . In Moschus , Epitaphium Bionis , 83 , Bion is said to have drunk of Arethusa's fount , ' and in Theocr . Id . i . 117 the dying Daphnis exclaims , χαῖρ ̓ Αρέθουσα . Virgil ( Ecl . x . 1 ) invokes her as a ...
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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 h¿c 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 qu¿ 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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Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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.
Page 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...
Page 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!