Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus, Bion, and MoschusJ. Fraser, 1836 - 419 pages |
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... weep , By nails all mangled , and on nettles sleep ! Where Hebrus flows , in frost - time of the year Dwell on the mountains ' neath the polar bear ; In summer with swart ¯thiop , at the pile Of Blemyan rocks , beyond the springs of ...
... weep , By nails all mangled , and on nettles sleep ! Where Hebrus flows , in frost - time of the year Dwell on the mountains ' neath the polar bear ; In summer with swart ¯thiop , at the pile Of Blemyan rocks , beyond the springs of ...
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... - we were at our cups again— Sang out " My Lycus ! " a Thessalian strain . Then sudden into tears Cynisca burst- The girl of six years for the breast , that nurst Her tender infancy , not so much weeps . You CYNISCA . 119.
... - we were at our cups again— Sang out " My Lycus ! " a Thessalian strain . Then sudden into tears Cynisca burst- The girl of six years for the breast , that nurst Her tender infancy , not so much weeps . You CYNISCA . 119.
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Theocritus, Bion, and Moschus Theocritus. Her tender infancy , not so much weeps . You know me , how no bound my temper keeps ; With doubled fist once and again I struck Both of her cheeks . She thereat did up - tuck Her skirts and ...
Theocritus, Bion, and Moschus Theocritus. Her tender infancy , not so much weeps . You know me , how no bound my temper keeps ; With doubled fist once and again I struck Both of her cheeks . She thereat did up - tuck Her skirts and ...
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... weep ? And didst thou not , high Zeus ! the heaven sweep , In form of winged bird , and watch indeed To carry off the cowherd Ganymede ? Only Eunica ( daintier she must be Than were Selena , Cypris , Cybele , ) Won't kiss a cowherd ...
... weep ? And didst thou not , high Zeus ! the heaven sweep , In form of winged bird , and watch indeed To carry off the cowherd Ganymede ? Only Eunica ( daintier she must be Than were Selena , Cypris , Cybele , ) Won't kiss a cowherd ...
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... weep most bitterly , the flames of love . But grant , I pray thee , grant my latest prayer ; When thou shalt see me hanging high in air , E'en at thy door - O pass not heedless by ! But drop a few tears to my memory . From the harsh ...
... weep most bitterly , the flames of love . But grant , I pray thee , grant my latest prayer ; When thou shalt see me hanging high in air , E'en at thy door - O pass not heedless by ! But drop a few tears to my memory . From the harsh ...
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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...