Collections from the Greek AnthologyLongman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, and Longman, 1833 - 372 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... wings cleaving . Soon they were sped - and thou , most blest , In thine own smiles ambrosial drest , Didst ask what griefs my mind oppress'd- What meant my song- What end my phrensied thoughts pursue- For what lov'd youth I spread anew ...
... wings cleaving . Soon they were sped - and thou , most blest , In thine own smiles ambrosial drest , Didst ask what griefs my mind oppress'd- What meant my song- What end my phrensied thoughts pursue- For what lov'd youth I spread anew ...
Pàgina 21
... fragrant cloud , Blushing with light , thy votary shroud ; And , on those wings that sparkling play , Waft , oh ! waft me hence away ! MOORE . Love ! my soul is full of thee , Alive SAPPHO . 21 POEMS ASCRIBED TO SAPPHO. ...
... fragrant cloud , Blushing with light , thy votary shroud ; And , on those wings that sparkling play , Waft , oh ! waft me hence away ! MOORE . Love ! my soul is full of thee , Alive SAPPHO . 21 POEMS ASCRIBED TO SAPPHO. ...
Pàgina 38
... wings . Then Love , the tyrant of my breast , Impetuous ravisher of joy and rest , Bursts , furious , from his mother's arms , And fills my trembling soul with new alarms ; Like Boreas from his Thracian plains , Cloth'd in fierce ...
... wings . Then Love , the tyrant of my breast , Impetuous ravisher of joy and rest , Bursts , furious , from his mother's arms , And fills my trembling soul with new alarms ; Like Boreas from his Thracian plains , Cloth'd in fierce ...
Pàgina 47
... d to soar On swallow's wing thro ' liquid air . But I would be a mirror , So thou may'st pleas'd behold me , Or robe , with close embraces About thy limbs to fold me , M. A crystal fount , to lave thee , Sweet oyls ANACREON . 47.
... d to soar On swallow's wing thro ' liquid air . But I would be a mirror , So thou may'st pleas'd behold me , Or robe , with close embraces About thy limbs to fold me , M. A crystal fount , to lave thee , Sweet oyls ANACREON . 47.
Pàgina 58
... wings Is the change of mortal things . III . ( 3. ) WHATE'ER of virtue or of power , Or good , or great , we vainly call , Each moment eager to devour , One vast Charybdis yawns for all . IV . ( 4 , 5. ) LONG , long and dreary is the ...
... wings Is the change of mortal things . III . ( 3. ) WHATE'ER of virtue or of power , Or good , or great , we vainly call , Each moment eager to devour , One vast Charybdis yawns for all . IV . ( 4 , 5. ) LONG , long and dreary is the ...
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Collections from the Greek Anthology: And from the Pastoral, Elegiac, and ... Visualització completa - 1813 |
Collections from the Greek Anthology: And from the Pastoral, Elegiac, and ... Visualització completa - 1813 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
Agathias Alcæus Alcman amorous Anacreon ancient Anthology Antipater appears Archilochus ascribed assigned Athen Athenæus Ausonius Bacchylides bard beauty beneath blest breast breath bright Brunck Callimachus celebrated charms Cupid dead death drink emblem Epigram EPITAPH Erinna EUENUS ev'n eyes fair flowers former edition fragment Garland grace grave Grecian Greece Greek hath heart HEDYLUS Hipponax honour honour'd imitation inscription Jacobs Jove Laërt live MELANIPPIDES Meleager Meleager's Menander Menippus mighty mother Muses native night Nymphs o'er original Ovid passage Plutarch poem poet poetical poetry Posidippus Praxiteles present quæ Reiske RHIANUS roses Sappho says shade Simmias Simonides sleep song soul specimens Steph Stesichorus Stobæus sweet thee Theocritus thine thou Timocreon tomb translation Venus verses virgin wave wine wings writers youth γὰρ δὲ εἰς ἐν ἐπὶ ΙΙ ΙΙΙ καὶ μὲν μὴ Οὐ τε τὸ τὸν ὑπὸ
Passatges populars
Pàgina 300 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Pàgina lxviii - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine ; But, gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. 16. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep : There, swan-like, let me sing and die!
Pàgina 301 - Romeo : and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night...
Pàgina 48 - Drinking 1618-1667 •"THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, •*• And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair...
Pàgina 51 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough; Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Pàgina 51 - Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know! But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal!) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Pàgina 46 - FILL the bowl with rosy wine ! Around our temples roses twine ! And let us cheerfully awhile, Like the wine and roses, smile. Crown'd with roses, we contemn Gyges' wealthy diadem. To-day is ours ; what do we fear ? To-day is ours ; we have it here : Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay. Let's banish business, banish sorrow ; To the Gods belongs to-morrow.
Pàgina lxvii - THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set.
Pàgina 99 - Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid ; Sweet ivy wind thy boughs, and intertwine With blushing roses and the clustering vine : Thus will thy lasting leaves with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he sung ; Whose soul, exalted like a god of wit, Among the Muses and the Graces writ.
Pàgina 135 - Cling to thy home ! If there the meanest shed Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head, And some poor plot, with vegetables stored, Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board, Unsavoury bread, and herbs that scatter'd grow Wild on the river-brink or mountain-brow ; Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide More heart's repose than all the world beside.