Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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Página xxiv
... dear to me are the Muses . ' . . . ' Never may we be sundered , the Muses of Pieria and I. ' Again , he had perhaps in greater measure than any other poet the gift of the undisturbed enjoyment of life . The undertone of all his idyls is ...
... dear to me are the Muses . ' . . . ' Never may we be sundered , the Muses of Pieria and I. ' Again , he had perhaps in greater measure than any other poet the gift of the undisturbed enjoyment of life . The undertone of all his idyls is ...
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... dear , begin the pastoral song ! Thyrsis of Etna am I , and this is the voice of Thyrsis . Where , ah ! where were ye when Daphnis was languishing ; ye Nymphs , where were ye ? By Peneus's beautiful dells , or by dells of Pindus ? for ...
... dear , begin the pastoral song ! Thyrsis of Etna am I , and this is the voice of Thyrsis . Where , ah ! where were ye when Daphnis was languishing ; ye Nymphs , where were ye ? By Peneus's beautiful dells , or by dells of Pindus ? for ...
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... dear , begin the pastoral song ! Came Hermes first from the hill , and said , ' Daphnis , who is it that torments thee ; child , whom dost thou love with so great desire ? ' The neatherds came , and the shepherds ; the goatherds came ...
... dear , begin the pastoral song ! Came Hermes first from the hill , and said , ' Daphnis , who is it that torments thee ; child , whom dost thou love with so great desire ? ' The neatherds came , and the shepherds ; the goatherds came ...
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... dear , begin the pastoral song ! ' Where it is told how the herdsman with Cypris- Get thee to Ida , get thee to Anchises ! There are oak trees - here only galingale blows , here sweetly hum the bees about the hives ! Begin , ye Muses dear ...
... dear , begin the pastoral song ! ' Where it is told how the herdsman with Cypris- Get thee to Ida , get thee to Anchises ! There are oak trees - here only galingale blows , here sweetly hum the bees about the hives ! Begin , ye Muses dear ...
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... dear , begin the pastoral song ! ' That Daphnis am I who here do herd the kine , Daphnis who water here the bulls and calves . ' O Pan , Pan ! whether thou art on the high hills of Lycaeus , or rangest mighty Maenalus , haste hither to ...
... dear , begin the pastoral song ! ' That Daphnis am I who here do herd the kine , Daphnis who water here the bulls and calves . ' O Pan , Pan ! whether thou art on the high hills of Lycaeus , or rangest mighty Maenalus , haste hither to ...
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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...