Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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... dead . There were no heroic kings , like those for whom epic minstrels had chanted . The cities could no longer welcome an Olympian winner with Pindaric hymns . There was no imperial Athens to fill the theatres with a crowd of citizens ...
... dead . There were no heroic kings , like those for whom epic minstrels had chanted . The cities could no longer welcome an Olympian winner with Pindaric hymns . There was no imperial Athens to fill the theatres with a crowd of citizens ...
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... dead Amaryllis ( Idyl IV ) , the ' gracious Amaryllis , unforgotten even in death ' . ' Ah , light of mine eyes , what gift shall I send thee ; what gift to the other world ? The apple rots , and the quince decayeth , and one by one ...
... dead Amaryllis ( Idyl IV ) , the ' gracious Amaryllis , unforgotten even in death ' . ' Ah , light of mine eyes , what gift shall I send thee ; what gift to the other world ? The apple rots , and the quince decayeth , and one by one ...
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... dead Adonis in the fifteenth idyl . They are the birds that shun the boy fowler , in Bion's poem , and perch uncalled ( as in a bronze in the Uffizi ) on the grown man . In one or other of the sixteen Pompeian pictures of Venus and ...
... dead Adonis in the fifteenth idyl . They are the birds that shun the boy fowler , in Bion's poem , and perch uncalled ( as in a bronze in the Uffizi ) on the grown man . In one or other of the sixteen Pompeian pictures of Venus and ...
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... dead , nor has once knocked at my door , unkind that he is ! Hath Love flown off with his light desires by some other path - Love and Aphrodite ? To - mor- row I will go to the wrestling school of Tima- getus , to see my love and to ...
... dead , nor has once knocked at my door , unkind that he is ! Hath Love flown off with his light desires by some other path - Love and Aphrodite ? To - mor- row I will go to the wrestling school of Tima- getus , to see my love and to ...
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... dead . Hail , awful Hecate ! to the end be thou of our company , and make this medicine of mine no weaker than the spells of Circe , or of Medea , or of Perimede of the golden hair . My magic wheel , draw home to me the man I love ! Lo ...
... dead . Hail , awful Hecate ! to the end be thou of our company , and make this medicine of mine no weaker than the spells of Circe , or of Medea , or of Perimede of the golden hair . My magic wheel , draw home to me the man I love ! Lo ...
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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...