The Greek Pastoral Poets, Theocritus, Bion and Moschus. Done Into English by M. J. Chapman. [With Biographical Notices and Notes.]James Fraser, 1836 - 419页 |
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... Menalcas sing alternately . A goatherd is the judge between them ; he awards the prize to Daphnis . IDYL VIII . THE BUCOLIC SINGERS . DAPHNIS AND MENALCAS THE BUCOLIC SINGERS.
... Menalcas sing alternately . A goatherd is the judge between them ; he awards the prize to Daphnis . IDYL VIII . THE BUCOLIC SINGERS . DAPHNIS AND MENALCAS THE BUCOLIC SINGERS.
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... MENALCAS met , while pasturing his sheep , The cowherd Daphnis on the highland steep ; Both yellow - tressed , and in their life's fresh spring , — Both skilled to play the pipe , and both to sing . Menalcas , with demeanour frank and ...
... MENALCAS met , while pasturing his sheep , The cowherd Daphnis on the highland steep ; Both yellow - tressed , and in their life's fresh spring , — Both skilled to play the pipe , and both to sing . Menalcas , with demeanour frank and ...
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... MENALCAS . And what the wager , worthy fame like ours ? DAPHNIS . A calf my pledge , a full - grown lamb be yours . MENALCAS . At night my cross - grained sire and mother use To count the sheep- that pledge I must refuse . What shall it ...
... MENALCAS . And what the wager , worthy fame like ours ? DAPHNIS . A calf my pledge , a full - grown lamb be yours . MENALCAS . At night my cross - grained sire and mother use To count the sheep- that pledge I must refuse . What shall it ...
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... Menalcas sung . MENALCAS . Ye mountain - vales and rivers ! race divine ! If aught Menalcas ever sung was sweet , Feed ye these lambs ; and feed no less his kiné , When Daphnis drives them to this dear retreat . DAPHNIS . Fountains and ...
... Menalcas sung . MENALCAS . Ye mountain - vales and rivers ! race divine ! If aught Menalcas ever sung was sweet , Feed ye these lambs ; and feed no less his kiné , When Daphnis drives them to this dear retreat . DAPHNIS . Fountains and ...
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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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第393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335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346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...
第415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378页 - 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.
第330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359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354页 - 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
第407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346页 - 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.