The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... hath won ! Too sure thy triumphs mark my setting sun ! ' Begin , dear Muse , the strain of pastoral woe , In melting cadence may the numbers flow . ' Fly , where Anchises - to his arms away- And screen your pleasures from the garish day ...
... hath won ! Too sure thy triumphs mark my setting sun ! ' Begin , dear Muse , the strain of pastoral woe , In melting cadence may the numbers flow . ' Fly , where Anchises - to his arms away- And screen your pleasures from the garish day ...
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... hath Simætha won ! 6 Say , sacred Moon , & c . For I had come ( by sweetest love I swear ) , Though no kind call had mark'd thy partial care , Join'd by select associates of the town , [ frown ! Through night's dun shade , to meet thy ...
... hath Simætha won ! 6 Say , sacred Moon , & c . For I had come ( by sweetest love I swear ) , Though no kind call had mark'd thy partial care , Join'd by select associates of the town , [ frown ! Through night's dun shade , to meet thy ...
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... hath love with wild disorder sway'd The roving consort , and the frenzied maid ! Venom'd alike , the dark contagion spreads Through virgin chambers , or through bridal beds . ' He ceased . But thou , O Moon , who know'st my grief- Ah me ...
... hath love with wild disorder sway'd The roving consort , and the frenzied maid ! Venom'd alike , the dark contagion spreads Through virgin chambers , or through bridal beds . ' He ceased . But thou , O Moon , who know'st my grief- Ah me ...
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... hath reach'd the throne of Jove ! Then hear the choicest of the lays I know— In honour of thy name the numbers flow . " On me the Cupids sneezed , who Myrta love As kids the verdure of the vernal grove ! With the same fires my dear ...
... hath reach'd the throne of Jove ! Then hear the choicest of the lays I know— In honour of thy name the numbers flow . " On me the Cupids sneezed , who Myrta love As kids the verdure of the vernal grove ! With the same fires my dear ...
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... hath not measured harmony in vain ! [ strain Hah ! no more wisdom ? Yet so wise a beard ! But hast thou Lytierses ' numbers heard ? Prolific Ceres , bless our fruitful soil , Ripen the reddening ear , and crown our toil , Bind - bind ...
... hath not measured harmony in vain ! [ strain Hah ! no more wisdom ? Yet so wise a beard ! But hast thou Lytierses ' numbers heard ? Prolific Ceres , bless our fruitful soil , Ripen the reddening ear , and crown our toil , Bind - bind ...
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Adonis Alcmena amidst Amycus Anacreon ancient Apollonius Rhodius Aratus bard beautiful Bion bless'd bloom bosom Brasidas breast breath Bucolic Catullus character charms Cicada cries Cupid DAPH Daphnis death delight display'd e'en earth eclogue ELEGY Epigrams Epithalamium eyes fair fame fate flame flowers Galatea genius glow goat goatherd Gorgo grace Greek grove hail hath heart Heinsius Hercules herds herdsman honour Hylas Idyllia IDYLLIUM imitated Jove kiss live lover Lycidas maid melting cadence Moschus Muse Nicias numbers flow nymph o'er Orpheus Ovid pale pass'd passage pastoral woe piece Pindar pipe poem poet Pollux Praxinoe Priapus Ptolemy racters rise rustic sacred says scene shade SHEP shepherd Sicilian Sicily sigh sing sleep soft song sorrows soul strain of pastoral sung sure swain sweet tears tenderest notes complain thee Theocritus thine thou Thyrsis translator Tyrtæus Venus Virgil virgin Warton wave Whilst wild youth
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Seite 203 - 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.
Seite 306 - Was gather'd, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Seite 264 - Sing, O ye heavens; for the Lord hath done it: shout, ye lower parts of the earth: break forth into singing, ye mountains, O forest, and every tree therein: for the Lord hath redeemed Jacob, and glorified himself in Israel.
Seite 258 - Thammuz came next behind, Whose annual wound in Lebanon allured The Syrian damsels to lament his fate In amorous ditties, all a summer's day; While smooth Adonis from his native rock Ran purple to the sea, supposed with blood Of Thammuz yearly wounded...
Seite 297 - For the lips of a strange woman drop as an honeycomb, and her mouth is smoother than oil: but her end is bitter as wormwood, sharp as a two-edged sword. Her feet go down to death; her steps take hold on hell.
Seite 257 - WOE to the land shadowing with wings, Which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia : That sendeth ambassadors by the sea, Even in vessels of bulrushes upon the waters, saying. Go, ye swift messengers, To a nation scattered and peeled, To a people terrible from their beginning hitherto; A nation meted out and trodden down, Whose land the rivers have spoiled...
Seite 305 - 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.
Seite 261 - Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots ? then may ye also do good, that are accustomed to do evil.
Seite 312 - Muse, that on the secret top Of Oreb, or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos...
Seite 257 - Adonis, who was killed by a wild boar in the mountains, out of which this stream rises. Something like this we saw actually come to pass: for the water was stained to a surprising redness; and, as we observed in travelling, had discoloured the sea a great way into a reddish hue, occasioned doubtless by a sort of minium, or red earth, washed into the river by the violence of the rain, and not by any stain from Adonis's blood...