The Greek Pastoral Poets, Theocritus, Bion and Moschus. Done Into English by M. J. Chapman. [With Biographical Notices and Notes.]James Fraser, 1836 - 419 pages |
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... flock in charge to Tityrus , goes to her cave , and , after complaining of her changed disposition towards him , attempts to revive her former attention to his suit with gifts , and entreaties , and finally with threats of self ...
... flock in charge to Tityrus , goes to her cave , and , after complaining of her changed disposition towards him , attempts to revive her former attention to his suit with gifts , and entreaties , and finally with threats of self ...
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... flock , by mighty Pan ! Not unobserved by my dear single eye , Thro ' which I see , and shall see till I 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 ...
... flock , by mighty Pan ! Not unobserved by my dear single eye , Thro ' which I see , and shall see till I 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 ...
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... flocks , and peeps into the caves . I make the dog bark just to discompose her ; He , when I loved her , whining used to nose her . Noting my action , she perchance will find Some messenger to let me know her mind . I'll shut my door ...
... flocks , and peeps into the caves . I make the dog bark just to discompose her ; He , when I loved her , whining used to nose her . Noting my action , she perchance will find Some messenger to let me know her mind . I'll shut my door ...
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... flock , let not their pasture fail . MENALCAS . Pastures and spring , and milkful udders swelling , And fatness for the lambs , is everywhere At her approach : but if the girl excelling Departs , both herbs and shepherd wither there ...
... flock , let not their pasture fail . MENALCAS . Pastures and spring , and milkful udders swelling , And fatness for the lambs , is everywhere At her approach : but if the girl excelling Departs , both herbs and shepherd wither there ...
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... flock . MENALCAS . To forest - beast the net , to bird the noose , Winter to trees , and drought to springs is bad ; To man the sting of beauty . Mighty Zeus ! Not only Ithou , too , art woman - mad . Their sweet notes thus , in turn ...
... flock . MENALCAS . To forest - beast the net , to bird the noose , Winter to trees , and drought to springs is bad ; To man the sting of beauty . Mighty Zeus ! Not only Ithou , too , art woman - mad . Their sweet notes thus , in turn ...
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Adonis Ægon Alcmena Aphrodite Apollo apples Arethuse Argos BATTUS beauty bees Bion birds blest bloom breath bright bucolic bull called Chariclo CHLOE COMATAS CORYDON cowherd cruel Cyclops Cynisca Cypris DAPHNIS daughter dear Delphis didst Dionysus divine divinest Moon Dorian dost doth e'en eyes fair fear feed fleece flocks flowers Galatea goatherd goats goddess gods golden GORGO GRACE Greek grew my love grove hand hath hear heart Hercules herd hither draw Homer honour IDYL Iphicles Jove's kine king kiss LACON lamb lips lover Lycidas Lynceus magic wheel MENALCAS mighty MILON minstrel mortal Moschus mother mountain murmured Muses night numbered Nymphs o'er pastoral Peirithous pipe poet Pollux PRAXINOA Priapus Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus Queen renown round sheep shepherd Sicilian sing sleep smiled song spring sweet sweetly Sybaris tears thee Theocritus Theseus thine thou thrice THYRSIS virgin wail weep Whence grew wild youth Zeus
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Page 393 - 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.
Page 335 - 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...
Page 346 - 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...
Page 415 - 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.
Page 378 - Whisper'd it to the woods, and from their wings Flung rose, flung odours from the spicy shrub, Disporting, till the amorous bird of night Sung spousal, and bid haste the evening star, On his hill-top, to light the bridal lamp.
Page 330 - 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.
Page 359 - 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.
Page 354 - Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on herb, tree, fruit, and flower, Glistering with dew; fragrant the fertile earth After soft showers; and sweet the coming on Of grateful evening
Page 407 - 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.
Page 346 - 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 cherubins ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.