Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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... Cypris , Cypris terrible , Cypris of mortals detested , already dost thou deem that my latest sun has set ; nay , Daphnis even in Hades shall prove great sorrow to Love . Begin , ye Muses dear , begin the pastoral song ! ' Where it is ...
... Cypris , Cypris terrible , Cypris of mortals detested , already dost thou deem that my latest sun has set ; nay , Daphnis even in Hades shall prove great sorrow to Love . Begin , ye Muses dear , begin the pastoral song ! ' Where it is ...
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... me forth , and the door had been fastened with the bar , then truly should torch and axe have broken in upon you . Bethink thee of my love , and whence it came , my Lady Moon ! ' And now to Cypris first , methinks , my IDYL II 17.
... me forth , and the door had been fastened with the bar , then truly should torch and axe have broken in upon you . Bethink thee of my love , and whence it came , my Lady Moon ! ' And now to Cypris first , methinks , my IDYL II 17.
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Theocritus Andrew Lang. ' And now to Cypris first , methinks , my thanks are due , and after Cypris it is thou that hast caught me , lady , from the burning , in that thou badst me come to this thy house , half con- sumed as I am ! Yea ...
Theocritus Andrew Lang. ' And now to Cypris first , methinks , my thanks are due , and after Cypris it is thou that hast caught me , lady , from the burning , in that thou badst me come to this thy house , half con- sumed as I am ! Yea ...
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... Cypris's sending , -the wound of her arrow in his heart ! Yet this remedy he found , and sitting on the crest of the tall cliff , and looking to the deep , ' twas thus he would sing : - Song of the Cyclops . Here O milk - white Galatea ...
... Cypris's sending , -the wound of her arrow in his heart ! Yet this remedy he found , and sitting on the crest of the tall cliff , and looking to the deep , ' twas thus he would sing : - Song of the Cyclops . Here O milk - white Galatea ...
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... Cypris , daughter of Diônê , from mortal to immortal , so men tell , thou hast changed Berenice , dropping softly in the woman's breast the stuff of immortality . Therefore , for thy delight , O thou of many names and many temples ...
... Cypris , daughter of Diônê , from mortal to immortal , so men tell , thou hast changed Berenice , dropping softly in the woman's breast the stuff of immortality . Therefore , for thy delight , O thou of many names and many temples ...
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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
Pasajes populares
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...