The Greek Pastoral Poets, Theocritus, Bion and Moschus. Done Into English by M. J. Chapman. [With Biographical Notices and Notes.]James Fraser, 1836 - Počet stran: 419 |
Vyhledávání v knize
Výsledky 1-5 z 12
Strana 8
... begin ! the strain outpour ; " Twill not be thine on dim Oblivion's shore . THYRSIS . Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain : For Thyrsis sings , your own Ætneän swain . Where were ye , Nymphs ! when Daphnis pined away 8 THEOCRITUS .
... begin ! the strain outpour ; " Twill not be thine on dim Oblivion's shore . THYRSIS . Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain : For Thyrsis sings , your own Ætneän swain . Where were ye , Nymphs ! when Daphnis pined away 8 THEOCRITUS .
Strana 9
... Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain . From out the mountain - lair the lions growled , Wailing his death - the wolves and jackals howled . Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain : Around him in a long and mournful train , Sad ...
... Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain . From out the mountain - lair the lions growled , Wailing his death - the wolves and jackals howled . Begin , dear Muses ! the bucolic strain : Around him in a long and mournful train , Sad ...
Strana 21
... begin with my grief - plighted thought ? Who first on me this love — this mischief brought ? Anaxo came , on whom it fell this year The basket to Diana's grove to bear : She came for me and told me , in the show ' Mid many a beast a ...
... begin with my grief - plighted thought ? Who first on me this love — this mischief brought ? Anaxo came , on whom it fell this year The basket to Diana's grove to bear : She came for me and told me , in the show ' Mid many a beast a ...
Strana 65
... the Chian minstrel , toil in vain : Let us at once begin the pastoral strain ; Here is a little song , which I did late , Musing along the highlands , meditate : " To Mitylene sails my heart - dear love : G2 THALYSIA . 65.
... the Chian minstrel , toil in vain : Let us at once begin the pastoral strain ; Here is a little song , which I did late , Musing along the highlands , meditate : " To Mitylene sails my heart - dear love : G2 THALYSIA . 65.
Strana 83
... begin the pastoral song for me ; Begin , and let Menalcas follow thee . Meanwhile the calves the mother - cows put under , Let the bulls feed- but not roam far asunder , Scorning the herd - and crop the leafy spray ; And leave the ...
... begin the pastoral song for me ; Begin , and let Menalcas follow thee . Meanwhile the calves the mother - cows put under , Let the bulls feed- but not roam far asunder , Scorning the herd - and crop the leafy spray ; And leave the ...
Obsah
3 | |
15 | |
27 | |
33 | |
41 | |
55 | |
61 | |
71 | |
207 | |
223 | |
229 | |
239 | |
241 | |
245 | |
249 | |
251 | |
81 | |
87 | |
95 | |
101 | |
107 | |
115 | |
123 | |
137 | |
146 | |
157 | |
163 | |
165 | |
171 | |
177 | |
191 | |
197 | |
263 | |
268 | |
270 | |
272 | |
273 | |
275 | |
277 | |
280 | |
281 | |
282 | |
283 | |
287 | |
298 | |
305 | |
312 | |
Další vydání - Zobrazit všechny
Běžně se vyskytující výrazy a sousloví
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
Oblíbené pasáže
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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
Strana 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.
Strana 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.