Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus, Bion, and MoschusJ. Fraser, 1836 - 419 oldal |
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47. oldal
... Keep to your oaks , and I will here remain . But who shall judge between us ? How I wish The herdsman , good Lycopas with us - COMATAS . Pish ! I want him not : but , if you please , we'll cry , And summon to us yonder man doth tie The ...
... Keep to your oaks , and I will here remain . But who shall judge between us ? How I wish The herdsman , good Lycopas with us - COMATAS . Pish ! I want him not : but , if you please , we'll cry , And summon to us yonder man doth tie The ...
51. oldal
... keep . COMATAS . Locusts , that overleap my fences , spare My vines their shoots yet weak and tender are . LACON . Cicada see this goatherd I provoke : So to their toil ye wake the reaping folk . COMATAS . I hate the bush - tailed foxes ...
... keep . COMATAS . Locusts , that overleap my fences , spare My vines their shoots yet weak and tender are . LACON . Cicada see this goatherd I provoke : So to their toil ye wake the reaping folk . COMATAS . I hate the bush - tailed foxes ...
58. oldal
... die . Prophet of ill ! let Telemus at home Keep for his own sons all his woes to come . I , to provoke her , look not in return , And say that for another girl I burn . At hearing which with envy , by Apollo ! The 58 THEOCRITUS .
... die . Prophet of ill ! let Telemus at home Keep for his own sons all his woes to come . I , to provoke her , look not in return , And say that for another girl I burn . At hearing which with envy , by Apollo ! The 58 THEOCRITUS .
69. oldal
... keep our painful watch beside her door ; Let Chanticleer , that crows at dawn , behold Some other lover there benumbed with cold : Such watch be Molon's , and be his alone ; But rest be ours and eke a friendly crone , - Who may by ...
... keep our painful watch beside her door ; Let Chanticleer , that crows at dawn , behold Some other lover there benumbed with cold : Such watch be Molon's , and be his alone ; But rest be ours and eke a friendly crone , - Who may by ...
70. oldal
... 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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391. oldal - 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.
357. oldal - 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.
344. oldal - 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 to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
393. oldal - EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learned, and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
328. oldal - 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.
333. oldal - 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...
413. oldal - 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.
405. oldal - 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.
362. oldal - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
376. oldal - I led her, blushing like the morn : all heaven, And happy constellations, on that hour Shed their selectest influence : the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Joyous the birds...