The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 |
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... true thou sayst , that Love 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 ...
... true thou sayst , that Love 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 ...
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... true ! ' For oft ( she said ) he drank some favourite love— Then went in haste - while round his rooms were Wove Of flowery garlands many a gay festoon ' Too certain all ! since here , at morn and noon , His constant visits he was wont ...
... true ! ' For oft ( she said ) he drank some favourite love— Then went in haste - while round his rooms were Wove Of flowery garlands many a gay festoon ' Too certain all ! since here , at morn and noon , His constant visits he was wont ...
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... true she sung , prophetic of my fate , Passion but ill requited by thy hate ! The goat so snowy white , that kidlings bears ( Since now I'm slighted by thy haughty airs ) , I give Erithacis . ' Tis true , she's brown- And yet she will ...
... true she sung , prophetic of my fate , Passion but ill requited by thy hate ! The goat so snowy white , that kidlings bears ( Since now I'm slighted by thy haughty airs ) , I give Erithacis . ' Tis true , she's brown- And yet she will ...
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... true- Nor give that Lacon more than Lacon's due . Of Sybaris , I tend Eumaras ' goats- He drives Sybarta's sheep from Thurian cotes . LAC . By Jove , the fellow hath a flippant tongue ; Who ask'st thee , pray , to whom these flocks be ...
... true- Nor give that Lacon more than Lacon's due . Of Sybaris , I tend Eumaras ' goats- He drives Sybarta's sheep from Thurian cotes . LAC . By Jove , the fellow hath a flippant tongue ; Who ask'st thee , pray , to whom these flocks be ...
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... true touchstone , tried the proffer'd joy , And the pure ore distinguish'd from alloy . IDYLLIUM XIII . Hylas . ADDRESSED TO NYCIAS . How vain the ' opinion ( argue all we can ) That love , dear Nicias , is confined to man ! How vain ...
... true touchstone , tried the proffer'd joy , And the pure ore distinguish'd from alloy . IDYLLIUM XIII . Hylas . ADDRESSED TO NYCIAS . How vain the ' opinion ( argue all we can ) That love , dear Nicias , is confined to man ! How vain ...
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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...