Anthologia oxoniensisWilliam Linwood impensis Longman, Brown, Green, et Longman, 1846 - 306 pàgines |
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Pàgina 30
... οὐκ ἔτι μαζὸν ἀμέλξεις , ἕλκυσον , ὑστάτιον νάμα καταφθιμένης . ἤδη γὰρ ξιφέεσσι λιπόπνοος , ἀλλὰ τὰ μητρὸς φίλτρα καὶ εἶν ̓Αΐδῃ παιδοκομεῖν ἔμαθον . XVI . Lucía . AVIA qua tacito perrepit flumine Dova 30 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
... οὐκ ἔτι μαζὸν ἀμέλξεις , ἕλκυσον , ὑστάτιον νάμα καταφθιμένης . ἤδη γὰρ ξιφέεσσι λιπόπνοος , ἀλλὰ τὰ μητρὸς φίλτρα καὶ εἶν ̓Αΐδῃ παιδοκομεῖν ἔμαθον . XVI . Lucía . AVIA qua tacito perrepit flumine Dova 30 ANTHOLOGIA OXONIENSIS .
Pàgina 35
... καὶ χερῶν δίκῃ σθένων . Τί δῆτα κόσμον τόνδε πορφυροῦν ἔχεις , πατοῦντι ληνὸν ἐμφερὴς ἐσθήματα ; Ληνὸν μὲν οὖν ἔγωγε , κοὐκ ἄλλος , πατῶν κυρῶ · ξυνεργὸς δ ̓ οὔτις ἀνθρώπων πάρα . ἦ γὰρ πατήσω σφ ̓ ἐγκότῳ χόλῳ βαρὺς λὰξ ἐμβατεύων ...
... καὶ χερῶν δίκῃ σθένων . Τί δῆτα κόσμον τόνδε πορφυροῦν ἔχεις , πατοῦντι ληνὸν ἐμφερὴς ἐσθήματα ; Ληνὸν μὲν οὖν ἔγωγε , κοὐκ ἄλλος , πατῶν κυρῶ · ξυνεργὸς δ ̓ οὔτις ἀνθρώπων πάρα . ἦ γὰρ πατήσω σφ ̓ ἐγκότῳ χόλῳ βαρὺς λὰξ ἐμβατεύων ...
Pàgina 40
... καὶ δρακοντώδεις κόρας · αὗται γάρ , αὗται πλησίον θρώσκουσί μου . Ω Φοῖβ ' , ἀποκτενοῦσί μ ' αἱ κυνώπιδες , γοργῶπες , ἐνέρων ἱέριαι , δειναὶ θεαί . Μέθες · μία οὖσα τῶν ἐμῶν Ἐρινύων μέσον μ ' ὀχμάζεις , ὡς βάλῃς μ ' εἰς Τάρταρον . Δὸς ...
... καὶ δρακοντώδεις κόρας · αὗται γάρ , αὗται πλησίον θρώσκουσί μου . Ω Φοῖβ ' , ἀποκτενοῦσί μ ' αἱ κυνώπιδες , γοργῶπες , ἐνέρων ἱέριαι , δειναὶ θεαί . Μέθες · μία οὖσα τῶν ἐμῶν Ἐρινύων μέσον μ ' ὀχμάζεις , ὡς βάλῃς μ ' εἰς Τάρταρον . Δὸς ...
Pàgina 43
... καὶ σῶμ ̓ ἐπίδῃ δείλαιον ἐμόν . μῆχος δ ' ἀχέων μυριοπληθῶν , ἀποκρύψαθ ̓ ὅπου μή τις ἑταίρων πλαγχθεὶς δυσέρως τύμβον παρ ' ἐμὸν γόον ἥσει . XXIV . Detrectator . IMPUNE tot nobis ut ingeras Tam falsa tu convicia ! Plectere , pœnam dans ...
... καὶ σῶμ ̓ ἐπίδῃ δείλαιον ἐμόν . μῆχος δ ' ἀχέων μυριοπληθῶν , ἀποκρύψαθ ̓ ὅπου μή τις ἑταίρων πλαγχθεὶς δυσέρως τύμβον παρ ' ἐμὸν γόον ἥσει . XXIV . Detrectator . IMPUNE tot nobis ut ingeras Tam falsa tu convicia ! Plectere , pœnam dans ...
Pàgina 52
... καὶ περίαμμα φέρων . XXX . Antipholus loquitur . THERE's not a man I meet , but doth salute me As if I were their well - acquainted friend ; And every one doth call me by my name . Some tender money to me , some invite me ; Some other ...
... καὶ περίαμμα φέρων . XXX . Antipholus loquitur . THERE's not a man I meet , but doth salute me As if I were their well - acquainted friend ; And every one doth call me by my name . Some tender money to me , some invite me ; Some other ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 44 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown...
Pàgina 96 - O, then, I see, Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone On the forefinger of an alderman, Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners...
Pàgina 46 - 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.
Pàgina 32 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me!
Pàgina 128 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage...
Pàgina 48 - As bees In spring-time, when the Sun with Taurus rides, Pour forth their populous youth about the hive In clusters; they among fresh dews and flowers Fly to and fro, or on the smoothed plank, The suburb of their straw-built citadel, New rubbed with balm, expatiate, and confer Their state affairs: so thick the aery crowd Swarmed and were straitened; till, the signal given, Behold a wonder!
Pàgina 164 - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
Pàgina 64 - To fair Fidele's grassy tomb Soft maids and village hinds shall bring Each opening sweet of earliest bloom, And rifle all the breathing spring. No wailing ghost shall dare appear To vex with shrieks this quiet grove; But shepherd lads assemble here, And melting virgins own their love. No...
Pàgina 52 - Like fairy-gifts fading away, Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art, Let thy loveliness fade as it will. And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart Would entwine itself verdantly still.
Pàgina 72 - The Sun's eye had a sickly glare, The Earth with age was wan, The skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man ! Some had expired in fight, — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some...