The Greek Pastoral Poets, Theocritus, Bion and Moschus. Done Into English by M. J. Chapman. [With Biographical Notices and Notes.]James Fraser, 1836 - 419 pages |
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... gods admire , leave now Lycaon's tomb and Helice's tall brow . Hasten , my king ! and take this pipe that clips , Uttering its honey breath , the player's lips . For even now , dragged downward , must I go , By love dragged down to ...
... gods admire , leave now Lycaon's tomb and Helice's tall brow . Hasten , my king ! and take this pipe that clips , Uttering its honey breath , the player's lips . For even now , dragged downward , must I go , By love dragged down to ...
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... god to feel ; I now know love - He surely sucked a savage lioness , Reared in the wild , who works me such distress , Eating into the marrow of the bone . O sweet in aspect ! altogether stone ! - Nymph ! with thine eye - brows of a ...
... god to feel ; I now know love - He surely sucked a savage lioness , Reared in the wild , who works me such distress , Eating into the marrow of the bone . O sweet in aspect ! altogether stone ! - Nymph ! with thine eye - brows of a ...
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... , and flat - nosed kids , away For water to that wilderness of wood : There , ram without a horn ! to Milto say , Proteus , a god too , fed the sea - calf brood . DAPHNIS . Nor Pelops ' realm be mine , nor 76 THEOCRITUS .
... , and flat - nosed kids , away For water to that wilderness of wood : There , ram without a horn ! to Milto say , Proteus , a god too , fed the sea - calf brood . DAPHNIS . Nor Pelops ' realm be mine , nor 76 THEOCRITUS .
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... god his liver tears and worries . Fair Hylas thus is numbered with the blest : Their friend , as ship - deserter , all the rest Reproach ; while trudges he ( and sad his case is ) To Colchos and inhospitable Phasis . IDYL XIV . CYNISCA ...
... god his liver tears and worries . Fair Hylas thus is numbered with the blest : Their friend , as ship - deserter , all the rest Reproach ; while trudges he ( and sad his case is ) To Colchos and inhospitable Phasis . IDYL XIV . CYNISCA ...
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... gods love me : where's the key Of the great chest ? be quick , and bring it me . GORGO . The gold - claspt and full - skirted gown you wear Becomes you vastly . May I ask , my dear , How much in all it cost you from the loom ? PRAXINOA ...
... gods love me : where's the key Of the great chest ? be quick , and bring it me . GORGO . The gold - claspt and full - skirted gown you wear Becomes you vastly . May I ask , my dear , How much in all it cost you from the loom ? PRAXINOA ...
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Adonis ¯gon Alcmena Aphrodite Apollo apples Arethuse Argos BATTUS beauty 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 divine divinest Moon Dorian dost doth e'en eyes fair fear feed fleece flocks flowers Galatea goatherd goats goddess gods golden GORGO GRACE Greek grew my love grove 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 murmured Muses night numbered Nymphs o'er pastoral Peirithous pipe poet Pollux PRAXINOA Priapus Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus Queen renown round sheep shepherd Sicilian 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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Page 393 - 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 335 - 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 346 - 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...
Page 415 - 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 378 - Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star, On his hill-top, to light the bridal lamp.
Page 330 - 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 359 - 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 354 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 407 - 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 346 - 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 cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.