Translations Chiefly from the Greek Anthology: With Tales and Miscellaneous PoemsR. Phillips, 1806 - 233 páginas |
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... o'er yon imag'd stone , To see thee and to love are one . " In supporting the characters of fa- thers , sons , husbands , soldiers , peasants , the rich and the poor , the violent and the gen- tle , Menander surpassed all in consistency ...
... o'er yon imag'd stone , To see thee and to love are one . " In supporting the characters of fa- thers , sons , husbands , soldiers , peasants , the rich and the poor , the violent and the gen- tle , Menander surpassed all in consistency ...
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... o'er the bridal room , Those very torches , with the morning's light , Conduct the lovely sufferer to her tomb . A 2 See Note 1 . Sea - wandering barks that o'er the Ægean sail With 3 FROM MELEAGER. ...
... o'er the bridal room , Those very torches , with the morning's light , Conduct the lovely sufferer to her tomb . A 2 See Note 1 . Sea - wandering barks that o'er the Ægean sail With 3 FROM MELEAGER. ...
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... o'er my parted Thyrza's grave I shed , Affection's fondest tribute to the dead . Oh , flow , my bitter sorrows , o'er her shrine , Pledge of the love that bound her soul to mine ! Break , break my heart , o'ercharged with bursting woe ...
... o'er my parted Thyrza's grave I shed , Affection's fondest tribute to the dead . Oh , flow , my bitter sorrows , o'er her shrine , Pledge of the love that bound her soul to mine ! Break , break my heart , o'ercharged with bursting woe ...
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... spread th ' embosomed sail O'er waves light - heaving to the western gale ; While village - youths their brows with ivy twine , And hail with song the promise of the vine . In curious cells the bees digest their spoil , When 5.
... spread th ' embosomed sail O'er waves light - heaving to the western gale ; While village - youths their brows with ivy twine , And hail with song the promise of the vine . In curious cells the bees digest their spoil , When 5.
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... o'er our heads and drown our revelry : Grief swells our veins with pangs unfelt before ; But Jove's high clemency reserves in store All - suffering patience for his people's cure . The best of healing balms is , To endure . Heaven's ...
... o'er our heads and drown our revelry : Grief swells our veins with pangs unfelt before ; But Jove's high clemency reserves in store All - suffering patience for his people's cure . The best of healing balms is , To endure . Heaven's ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
abbot Agathias amorous Anacreon antient Antipater ANTIPATER OF SIDON banquet bard beauty beneath blest bloom blushing breast breath brow charm'd Cleombrotus cold Corinth dark dead death delight E'en epigram EPITAPH Euripides eyes fair fancy fate fear flow flowers fragments fragrance funeral garlands gloomy glow golden slumbers grace grave Grecian Greece Greek GREEK ANTHOLOGY grief heart heroes honour hour howl Ibycus immortal Janet's Jove labour light living lover lyre maid melancholy Meleager memory Menander Menippus Mimnermus moral mournful muse Nature's never night NOTE nymphs o'er PAUL THE SILENTIARY plain pleasure Plutarch poem poet poetry pow'r preserved pride Rhuddlan rose round Sappho shade shore sigh sight sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul Spring sweet sweet noises tear tender thee thine thou thro toil tomb translation trembling Venus wave weep wild winds wine youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 127 - For others' good, or melt at others' woe. What can atone (oh, ever injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd!
Página 159 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened not thy breath...
Página 147 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Página 144 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Página l - em, which I had just purchased, and gave him one ; and, at this moment that I am telling it, my heart smites me that there was more of pleasantry in the conceit of seeing how an ass would eat a macaroon, than of benevolence in giving him one, which presided in the act.
Página 167 - But the souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there shall no torment touch them. In the sight of the unwise they seemed to die: and their departure is taken for misery. And their going from us to be utter destruction: but they are in peace.
Página 166 - For God created man to be immortal, and made him to be an image of his own eternity. Nevertheless, through envy of the devil came death into the world : and they that do hold of his side do find it.
Página 24 - I'll wreath my sword in myrtle bough, The sword that laid the tyrant low, When patriots, burning to be free, To Athens gave equality. " Harmodius, hail ! though reft of breath, Thou ne'er shall feel the stroke of death! The heroes' happy isles shall be The bright abode allotted thee.
Página 155 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Página 23 - All human things are subject to decay : And well the man of Chios tuned his lay — ' Like leaves on trees the race of man is found ; ' Yet few receive the melancholy sound, Or in their breasts imprint this solemn truth, For hope is near to all, but most to youth. Hope's vernal season leads the laughing hours, And strews o'er every path the fairest flowers : To cloud the scene, no distant mists appear ; Age moves no thought, and death awakes no fear. Ah ! how unmindful is the giddy...