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... fears come not nigh thee . 560 Say that of all the gods thou hold'st me least . " Spake , big with anger , then cloud - circled Zeus . " Lo ! there is woe to be , if I must strive With Herè , whensoe'er she taunts and rails . Ev'n now ...
... fears come not nigh thee . 560 Say that of all the gods thou hold'st me least . " Spake , big with anger , then cloud - circled Zeus . " Lo ! there is woe to be , if I must strive With Herè , whensoe'er she taunts and rails . Ev'n now ...
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... . 600 But now sore fears my soul , lest thou be duped By that old sea - god's silvery - footed child . Mist - clad she sat by thee and clasped thy knees : And thou , as I suspect , didst bow thy Воок І. ] 31 HOMER'S ILIAD .
... . 600 But now sore fears my soul , lest thou be duped By that old sea - god's silvery - footed child . Mist - clad she sat by thee and clasped thy knees : And thou , as I suspect , didst bow thy Воок І. ] 31 HOMER'S ILIAD .
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... fear Daphnis , though thou wert judge , or mirrors lie . -Oh ! be content to haunt ungentle fields , ༢༠ A cottager , with me ; bring down the stag , And with green switch drive home thy flocks of kids : Like mine , thy woodland songs ...
... fear Daphnis , though thou wert judge , or mirrors lie . -Oh ! be content to haunt ungentle fields , ༢༠ A cottager , with me ; bring down the stag , And with green switch drive home thy flocks of kids : Like mine , thy woodland songs ...
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... free the nations from perpetual fear . While he to bliss shall waken ; with the Blest See the Brave mingling , and be seen of them , Ruling that world o'er which his father's arm shed peace- 102 [ ECL . IV . VIRGIL'S ECLOGUES .
... free the nations from perpetual fear . While he to bliss shall waken ; with the Blest See the Brave mingling , and be seen of them , Ruling that world o'er which his father's arm shed peace- 102 [ ECL . IV . VIRGIL'S ECLOGUES .
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... fears : and , as his eyes unclose , Paints brow and temples red with mulberry . He , laughing at the trick , cries , " Wherefore weave These fetters ? Lads , unbind me : ' tis enough But to have seemed to have me in your power , Ye ask ...
... fears : and , as his eyes unclose , Paints brow and temples red with mulberry . He , laughing at the trick , cries , " Wherefore weave These fetters ? Lads , unbind me : ' tis enough But to have seemed to have me in your power , Ye ask ...
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2nd Edition 4th Edition Achaian Achilles Ægis-armèd Zeus Agamemnon Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenè Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad C. S. Calverley Calchas chief Chryse city home Corydon Crown 8vo Daphnis earth ECLOGUE Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n F. A. Paley fair Fcap flocks Forty dark ships Gallus gift goats gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herè host Idomeneus Ilion Iolla King Latin lord Lycidas M.A. 3rd Edition maid Menalcas mighty Mopsus muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus numbers Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe Post 8vo prayer Priam's Pylos Quæ rose round sate sceptre seas shalt sheep shepherd sing sire song of Arcady sons soul spake spring steeds stood stream strife sweet swift thee thine thou Tityrus Trojans Troy unshorn Greeks unto vine voice war-ships warriors woods words wrath Zeus
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Page 224 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Page 188 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 190 - And all their echoes, mourn: The willows and the hazel copses green Shall now no more be seen Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays : — As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear When first the white-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
Page 212 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 202 - Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves Where other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears th' unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
Page 210 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Page 206 - Druid, hoary chief; every burning word he spoke full of rage, and full of grief: ' Princess ! if our aged eyes weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'tis because resentment ties all the terrors of our tongues. ' Rome shall perish — write that word in the blood that she has spilt ; perish, hopeless and abhorred, deep in ruin as in guilt.
Page 198 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 186 - Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere, I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forced fingers rude, Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Page 238 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun, Faint from the west, emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.