Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus, Bion, and MoschusJ. Fraser, 1836 - 419 pages |
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... kind , Heifers , bulls , cows , and calves lamenting pined . First Hermes from the mountain came and said , J. ' Daphnis , by whom art thou disquieted ? For whom dost thou endure so fierce a flame ? " Then cowherds , goatherds ...
... kind , Heifers , bulls , cows , and calves lamenting pined . First Hermes from the mountain came and said , J. ' Daphnis , by whom art thou disquieted ? For whom dost thou endure so fierce a flame ? " Then cowherds , goatherds ...
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... kind to me by Cypris burned ; For hot love burns me : may the Halcyons smooth The swell o ' the sea , the south and east winds soothe , That from the lowest deep the sea - weed stir- Best Halcyons ! whom of all the birds that skir The ...
... kind to me by Cypris burned ; For hot love burns me : may the Halcyons smooth The swell o ' the sea , the south and east winds soothe , That from the lowest deep the sea - weed stir- Best Halcyons ! whom of all the birds that skir The ...
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... kind So much thy longed - for presence cheers my mind . To thee I hasten , as to shady beech The traveller , when from the heaven's reach The sun fierce blazes . May our love be strong , To all hereafter times the theme of song ! " Two ...
... kind So much thy longed - for presence cheers my mind . To thee I hasten , as to shady beech The traveller , when from the heaven's reach The sun fierce blazes . May our love be strong , To all hereafter times the theme of song ! " Two ...
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... kind ; Nor first to us fair seemeth fair to be , Who mortal are , nor can the morrow see . But e'en Amphitryon's brazen - hearted son , Who stood the lion's rage , did dote upon The curled and lovely Hylas - made his joy To train him as ...
... kind ; Nor first to us fair seemeth fair to be , Who mortal are , nor can the morrow see . But e'en Amphitryon's brazen - hearted son , Who stood the lion's rage , did dote upon The curled and lovely Hylas - made his joy To train him as ...
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... kind and tender man as e'er I knew . See how our Eunoa is prest - push thro'— Well done ! all in- as the gay bridegroom cried , And turned the key upon himself and bride . GORGO . What rich , rare tapestry ! Look , and you'll swear The ...
... kind and tender man as e'er I knew . See how our Eunoa is prest - push thro'— Well done ! all in- as the gay bridegroom cried , And turned the key upon himself and bride . GORGO . What rich , rare tapestry ! Look , and you'll swear The ...
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Adonis ¯gon Alcmena Aphrodite Apollo apples Arethuse Argos Augeias BATTUS beautiful bees Bion birds blest bloom breath bright bucolic bull called Chariclo CHLOE COMATAS CORYDON cowherd cruel Cyclops Cynisca Cypris DAPHNIS daughter dear Delphis didst Dionysus divinest Moon Dorian dost doth e'en eyes fair fear feed fleece flocks flowers goatherd goats goddess gods golden GORGO GRACE Greek grew my love hand hath hear 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 murmur Muses night numbered Nymphs o'er pastoral Peirithous pipe poet Pollux PRAXINOA Priapus Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus renown rose round sheep shepherd Sicilian sing sleep smiled song spring sweet sweetly Sybaris Syracuse tears thee Theocritus Theseus thine thou thrice Thyrsis virgin wail weep Whence grew wild youth Zeus
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Page 391 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 357 - 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.
Page 344 - 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 to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
Page 393 - 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.
Page 328 - 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.
Page 333 - 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...
Page 413 - 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.
Page 405 - Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Page 362 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
Page 376 - 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...