Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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Página xxi
... Battus is quite as remote from our own hinds . But we have the best rea- son to suppose that the peasants of Theocritus's time expressed refined sentiment in language adorned with colour and music , because the modern love - songs of ...
... Battus is quite as remote from our own hinds . But we have the best rea- son to suppose that the peasants of Theocritus's time expressed refined sentiment in language adorned with colour and music , because the modern love - songs of ...
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... Battus's song in the tenth idyl-— ' White thou art not , thou art not golden haired , Thou art brown , and gracious , and meet for love . ' Here is a longer love - ditty- ' I will begin by telling thee first of thy per- fections thy ...
... Battus's song in the tenth idyl-— ' White thou art not , thou art not golden haired , Thou art brown , and gracious , and meet for love . ' Here is a longer love - ditty- ' I will begin by telling thee first of thy per- fections thy ...
Página xxiii
... Battus is chilled by the thought of the death of Ama- ryllis , it is but as one is chilled when a thin cloud passes over the sun , on a bright day of early spring . And in an epigram the dead girl is spoken of as the kid that the wolf ...
... Battus is chilled by the thought of the death of Ama- ryllis , it is but as one is chilled when a thin cloud passes over the sun , on a bright day of early spring . And in an epigram the dead girl is spoken of as the kid that the wolf ...
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... , but thou carest not . I will sing no more , but dead will I lie where I fall , and here may the wolves devour me . Sweet as honey in the mouth may my death be to thee . IDYL IV Battus and Corydon , two rustic fellows , 22 THEOCRITUS.
... , but thou carest not . I will sing no more , but dead will I lie where I fall , and here may the wolves devour me . Sweet as honey in the mouth may my death be to thee . IDYL IV Battus and Corydon , two rustic fellows , 22 THEOCRITUS.
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... Battus is disturbed by the roaming of his cattle . Corydon removes a thorn that has run into his friend's foot , and the conversa- tion comes back to matters of rural scandal . The scene is in Southern Italy . Battus . Tell me , Corydon ...
... Battus is disturbed by the roaming of his cattle . Corydon removes a thorn that has run into his friend's foot , and the conversa- tion comes back to matters of rural scandal . The scene is in Southern Italy . Battus . Tell me , Corydon ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonis Aeschines Alcmena Alexandria Amphitryon Amycus Aphrodite art thou Augeas Battus beasts beautiful begin the dirge begin the pastoral behold beneath Bion bull child Comatas Corydon Cypris Damoetas Daphnis dawn deep Dionysus Dorian dost thou doth dwell Europa eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fair flock flowers Galatea gift goat goatherd gods golden Gorgo Greek hand hath heart heifer Heracles herds herdsman hither honour IDYL Iphicles kine kiss labour Lacon Lady Moon lament lips lover Lycidas magic wheel maiden Menalcas methinks mighty milk Milon minstrels mortals Moschus mother neatherd never Nicias night nymphs pastoral song perchance pipe poem poet Polydeuces Praxinoë Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus Selected and arranged she-goats shepherds Sicily sing sleep spake sweet sweetly tell Theocritus thine things thou art thou dost thou hast thou wilt Thyonichus trees twain wild wretched ye Muses dear ye Sicilian Muses Zeus
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Página 106 - Beneath their heads was a scanty matting, their clothes, their sailor's caps. Here was all their toil, here all their wealth. The threshold had never a door, nor a watch-dog ; 3 all things, all, to them seemed superfluity, for Poverty was their sentinel. They had no neighbour by them, but ever against their narrow cabin gently floated up the sea.
Página xix - That muffle its wet banks; but glade, And stream, and sward, and chestnut-trees, End here; Etna beyond, in the broad glare Of the hot noon, without a shade, Slope behind slope, up to the peak, lies bare; The peak, round which the white clouds play.
Página xix - The track winds down to the clear stream, To cross the sparkling shallows; there The cattle love to gather, on their way To the high...