Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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Página 27
... Lacon ; he stole my goat - skin yesterday . Lacon . Will ye never leave the well - head ? Off , my lambs , see ye not Comatas ; him that lately stole my shepherd's pipe ? Comatas . What manner of pipe might that be , for when gat'st ...
... Lacon ; he stole my goat - skin yesterday . Lacon . Will ye never leave the well - head ? Off , my lambs , see ye not Comatas ; him that lately stole my shepherd's pipe ? Comatas . What manner of pipe might that be , for when gat'st ...
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... Lacon . Nay verily , so help me Pan of the seashore , it was not Lacon the son of Calaethis that filched the coat of skin . If I lie , sirrah , may I leap frenzied down this rock into the Crathis ! Comatas . Nay verily , my friend , so ...
... Lacon . Nay verily , so help me Pan of the seashore , it was not Lacon the son of Calaethis that filched the coat of skin . If I lie , sirrah , may I leap frenzied down this rock into the Crathis ! Comatas . Nay verily , my friend , so ...
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... Lacon . And what good thing have I to remember that I ever learned or heard from thee , thou envious thing , thou mere hideous manikin ! But come this way , come , and thou shalt sing thy last of country song . Comatas . That way I will ...
... Lacon . And what good thing have I to remember that I ever learned or heard from thee , thou envious thing , thou mere hideous manikin ! But come this way , come , and thou shalt sing thy last of country song . Comatas . That way I will ...
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... Lacon . Let us shout , then ! Comatas . Call thou to him . So Lacon . Ho , friend , come hither and listen for a little while , for we two have a match to prove which is the better singer of country song . Morson , my friend , neither ...
... Lacon . Let us shout , then ! Comatas . Call thou to him . So Lacon . Ho , friend , come hither and listen for a little while , for we two have a match to prove which is the better singer of country song . Morson , my friend , neither ...
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... Lacon . Come , say whatever thou hast to say , and let the stranger get home to the city alive ; oh , Paean , what a babbler thou art , Comatas ! THE SINGING MATCH . Comatas . The Muses love me better far than the minstrel Daphnis ; but ...
... Lacon . Come , say whatever thou hast to say , and let the stranger get home to the city alive ; oh , Paean , what a babbler thou art , Comatas ! THE SINGING MATCH . Comatas . The Muses love me better far than the minstrel Daphnis ; but ...
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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...