Greek Pastoral Poets: Theocritus, Bion, and MoschusJ. Fraser, 1836 - 419页 |
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... hear , profane ! How my head aches ! my anguish doth not move thee ; I'll sing no more , and since in vain I love thee , Here will I lie - me here the wolves shall eat ; ' Twill be to thee like melting honey sweet . IDYL IV . THE SWAINS ...
... hear , profane ! How my head aches ! my anguish doth not move thee ; I'll sing no more , and since in vain I love thee , Here will I lie - me here the wolves shall eat ; ' Twill be to thee like melting honey sweet . IDYL IV . THE SWAINS ...
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... to the hill , Cymætha ! don't you hear ? If you don't get away , by Pan ! I swear I will so give it you ! now only look ! She comes again - I wish I had my crook ! BATTUS . Here , Corydon ! a thorn has wounded THE SWAINS . 39.
... to the hill , Cymætha ! don't you hear ? If you don't get away , by Pan ! I swear I will so give it you ! now only look ! She comes again - I wish I had my crook ! BATTUS . Here , Corydon ! a thorn has wounded THE SWAINS . 39.
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... hear thee sweetly sing , O bard divine ! Lying at leisure under oak or pine ! " He ceased : I in my turn : " Dear Lycidas ! Whilst on the highlands with my herd I pass , The Nymphs have taught me precious ditties oft , Which haply Fame ...
... hear thee sweetly sing , O bard divine ! Lying at leisure under oak or pine ! " He ceased : I in my turn : " Dear Lycidas ! Whilst on the highlands with my herd I pass , The Nymphs have taught me precious ditties oft , Which haply Fame ...
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... hear Sing to the harp , knows that Aratus feels This scorching flame . Pan ! whose rich music peals On Homolus , place in his longing arms Of her own will the blushing bloom of charms . So may the youth of Arcady forbear With squills ...
... hear Sing to the harp , knows that Aratus feels This scorching flame . Pan ! whose rich music peals On Homolus , place in his longing arms Of her own will the blushing bloom of charms . So may the youth of Arcady forbear With squills ...
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... Daphnis ! I would rather hear Thee sing , than suck the honey - comb , I swear . Take thou the pipe , for thine the winning song . If thou wilt teach me here my goats among Some song , I will that hornless goat bestow , 78 THEOCRITUS .
... Daphnis ! I would rather hear Thee sing , than suck the honey - comb , I swear . Take thou the pipe , for thine the winning song . If thou wilt teach me here my goats among Some song , I will that hornless goat bestow , 78 THEOCRITUS .
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Adonis Ægon Alcmena Aphrodite Apollo apples Arethuse Argos Augeias BATTUS beautiful 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 divinest Moon Dorian dost doth e'en eyes fair fear feed fleece flocks flowers goatherd goats goddess gods golden GORGO GRACE Greek grew my love 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 murmur Muses night numbered Nymphs o'er pastoral Peirithous pipe poet Pollux PRAXINOA Priapus Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus renown rose round sheep shepherd Sicilian sing sleep smiled song spring sweet sweetly Sybaris Syracuse tears thee Theocritus Theseus thine thou thrice Thyrsis virgin wail weep Whence grew wild youth Zeus
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第391页 - 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.
第357页 - 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.
第344页 - 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 to the young-eyed cherubims ; Such harmony is in immortal souls ; But whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it...
第393页 - EPITAPH ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE. UNDERNEATH this sable hearse Lies the subject of all verse, Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother ; Death ! ere thou hast slain another, Learned, and fair, and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
第328页 - 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.
第333页 - 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...
第413页 - 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.
第405页 - 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.
第362页 - Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull...
第376页 - I led her, blushing like the morn : all heaven, And happy constellations, on that hour Shed their selectest influence : the earth Gave sign of gratulation, and each hill ; Joyous the birds...