The Epigrammatists: A Selection from the Epigrammatic Literature of Ancient, Mediæval, and Modern Times. With Notes, Observations, Illustrations, and an IntroductionBell and Daldy, 1870 - 587 páginas |
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Página xxix
... sleep : How comes it , Sleep , that thou Even kisses me afford Of her , dear her , so far who's absent now ? How did I hear those words , Which rocks might move , and move the pines to bow ? Ah me ! before half day Why didst thou steal ...
... sleep : How comes it , Sleep , that thou Even kisses me afford Of her , dear her , so far who's absent now ? How did I hear those words , Which rocks might move , and move the pines to bow ? Ah me ! before half day Why didst thou steal ...
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... sleep the mountain tops and shady vales , The rugged cliffs and hollow glens ; The wild beasts slumber in their dens ; The cattle on the hills . Deep in the sea The countless finny race and monster brood Tranquil repose . Even the busy ...
... sleep the mountain tops and shady vales , The rugged cliffs and hollow glens ; The wild beasts slumber in their dens ; The cattle on the hills . Deep in the sea The countless finny race and monster brood Tranquil repose . Even the busy ...
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... sleep : Ghosts and frightful spectres gaunt , Churchyard's dreary footsteps haunt , And brush with withered arms the dews That fall upon the drooping yews . Colonel Mure's rendering of Aleman's fragment , beautiful as it is , has one ...
... sleep : Ghosts and frightful spectres gaunt , Churchyard's dreary footsteps haunt , And brush with withered arms the dews That fall upon the drooping yews . Colonel Mure's rendering of Aleman's fragment , beautiful as it is , has one ...
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... sleep . Our own poets often paint scenes of rural repose , but there are few passages which in so small a compass express so much as the pretty picture which Sappho has left to us . Gay , in " Rural Sports ( Canto I. 57 ) , has : O lead ...
... sleep . Our own poets often paint scenes of rural repose , but there are few passages which in so small a compass express so much as the pretty picture which Sappho has left to us . Gay , in " Rural Sports ( Canto I. 57 ) , has : O lead ...
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... SLEEPING IN A GROVE ( Jacobs I. 108 , xxix . ) . Translated by C. Deep in a grove we found th ' unconscious boy , Glowing like redden'd fruit , Cythera's joy . Above him on a bough his arms were hung , The quiver empty , and the bow ...
... SLEEPING IN A GROVE ( Jacobs I. 108 , xxix . ) . Translated by C. Deep in a grove we found th ' unconscious boy , Glowing like redden'd fruit , Cythera's joy . Above him on a bough his arms were hung , The quiver empty , and the bow ...
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The Epigrammatists: A Selection from the Epigrammatic Literature of Ancient ... Henry Philip Dodd Visualização integral - 1875 |
The Epigrammatists: A Selection from the Epigrammatic Literature of Ancient ... Henry Philip Dodd Visualização integral - 1876 |
The Epigrammatists: A Selection from the Epigrammatic Literature of Ancient ... Henry Philip Dodd Visualização integral - 1870 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
Aaron Hill afterwards Ambrose Philips Anacreon beauty Ben Jonson Bishop blest Book born breast breath Cambridge celebrated Charles charms Collection of Poems Cupid dead dear death Delitiæ Delitiarum died distich doth Duke Dunciad Earl edition elegant Elegy English Epigrammatists epitaph eyes fair fame fate flourished B.C. following epigram Foundling Hospital Fugitive Pieces Gentleman's Magazine give grace grave Greek Anthology Greek epigram hath heart heaven honour Horace Walpole inscription Jacobs John Johnson King Lady Latin lines live London Lord lovers Martial mind monument Muses never Nichols Notes and Queries o'er Oxford poet Poetical poetry Pope praise published Queen rose satire says Select Epigrams Shakespeare similar sleep smile soul stanza sweet Tadlow tears thee thine Thomas thou thought tomb Translated Venus verses virtue Westminster Westminster School wife William write written wrote
Passagens conhecidas
Página 214 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Página 237 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...
Página 160 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Página 458 - Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body...
Página 166 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Página 267 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Página 213 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Página 202 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Página 330 - Life is a Jest, and all Things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it.
Página 539 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me