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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... smile , Dost look with longing eyes and pine the while , Because with them the dance thou dost not lead . " No word ... Smiling in secret , but pretending ire , And said : " To conquer love did Daphnis boast , But , Daphnis ! is not love ...
... smile , Dost look with longing eyes and pine the while , Because with them the dance thou dost not lead . " No word ... Smiling in secret , but pretending ire , And said : " To conquer love did Daphnis boast , But , Daphnis ! is not love ...
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... smiling eye – The laughter on his lip was plain to see — He quietly addressed himself to me : " Whither so fast at noon - tide , when no more The crested larks their sunny paths explore , And in the thorn - hedge lizards lie asleep ? To ...
... smiling eye – The laughter on his lip was plain to see — He quietly addressed himself to me : " Whither so fast at noon - tide , when no more The crested larks their sunny paths explore , And in the thorn - hedge lizards lie asleep ? To ...
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... smile : - " This crook I give thee - for thou art all over An imp of Zeus , a genuine truth - lover . Who strives to build , the lowly plain upon , A mansion high as is Oromedon , I hate exceedingly ; and for that matter The muse ...
... smile : - " This crook I give thee - for thou art all over An imp of Zeus , a genuine truth - lover . Who strives to build , the lowly plain upon , A mansion high as is Oromedon , I hate exceedingly ; and for that matter The muse ...
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... smiling as before The friendly muse - gift gave — the crook he bore ; Then turning to the left pursued the way To Pyxa ; speeding , presently we lay , Where Phrasidamus dwelt , on loosened sheaves Of lentisk , and the vine's new ...
... smiling as before The friendly muse - gift gave — the crook he bore ; Then turning to the left pursued the way To Pyxa ; speeding , presently we lay , Where Phrasidamus dwelt , on loosened sheaves Of lentisk , and the vine's new ...
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... mine again her feast to keep , And fix the fan in good Damater's heap ; And may she sweetly smile , while spikes of corn And up - torn poppies either hand adorn ! IDYL VIII . THE BUCOLIC SINGERS . ARGUMENT . The 70 THEOCRITUS .
... mine again her feast to keep , And fix the fan in good Damater's heap ; And may she sweetly smile , while spikes of corn And up - torn poppies either hand adorn ! IDYL VIII . THE BUCOLIC SINGERS . ARGUMENT . The 70 THEOCRITUS .
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Adonis Ægon 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.