The British Poets: Including Translations ...C. Whittingham, 1822 - Classical poetry |
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... 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 , too credulous ! -while fond belief- Ah ! while seducing fancy fired my ...
... 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 , too credulous ! -while fond belief- Ah ! while seducing fancy fired my ...
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... maid , to - morrow will I give- Ah ! sooth my aching heart , and let me live ! O , were a humming bee's my happier lot ! Then would I waft me to thy shady grot ; Unheeded , through its fern and ivy creep , And with soft murmurs lull my ...
... maid , to - morrow will I give- Ah ! sooth my aching heart , and let me live ! O , were a humming bee's my happier lot ! Then would I waft me to thy shady grot ; Unheeded , through its fern and ivy creep , And with soft murmurs lull my ...
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... maid May hear my music from the pine - tree shade ! And she may look on me , perchance ; and grant My prayer : for sure , she is not adamant ! Hippomanes , to catch the virgin's eyes , Threw out the golden lure , and won the prize : How ...
... maid May hear my music from the pine - tree shade ! And she may look on me , perchance ; and grant My prayer : for sure , she is not adamant ! Hippomanes , to catch the virgin's eyes , Threw out the golden lure , and won the prize : How ...
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... maid ! Though thou art gone , thy memory ne'er shall fade ! Ah , Fate ! what evils mortal man betide ! Dear as the goats I tend , the virgin died . COR . Cheer up , my swain ! Another day may rise , Though now perhaps it lours , with ...
... maid ! Though thou art gone , thy memory ne'er shall fade ! Ah , Fate ! what evils mortal man betide ! Dear as the goats I tend , the virgin died . COR . Cheer up , my swain ! Another day may rise , Though now perhaps it lours , with ...
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... A goodly ram I fatten for the feast . [ maid COм . My goats with twins I milk : a tittering Pass'd by ; and Ah ! dost milk , thyself ? ' she said . LAC . Pheugh ! Twenty vats with cheese can Lacon 5 . 27 THE TRAVELLERS .
... A goodly ram I fatten for the feast . [ maid COм . My goats with twins I milk : a tittering Pass'd by ; and Ah ! dost milk , thyself ? ' she said . LAC . Pheugh ! Twenty vats with cheese can Lacon 5 . 27 THE TRAVELLERS .
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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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