Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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... drawn by eighty men , among clusters of grapes formed of precious stones , and the figure arose , and poured milk out of a golden horn . The Satyrs and Sileni followed close , and behind them six hundred men dragged on a wain , a silver ...
... drawn by eighty men , among clusters of grapes formed of precious stones , and the figure arose , and poured milk out of a golden horn . The Satyrs and Sileni followed close , and behind them six hundred men dragged on a wain , a silver ...
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... draw home to me the man I love ! Lo , how the barley grain first smoulders in the fire , —nay , toss on the barley , Thestylis ! Miserable maid , where are thy wits wandering ? Even to thee , wretched that I am , have I be- come a ...
... draw home to me the man I love ! Lo , how the barley grain first smoulders in the fire , —nay , toss on the barley , Thestylis ! Miserable maid , where are thy wits wandering ? Even to thee , wretched that I am , have I be- come a ...
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... draw home to me the man I love ! Now will I burn the husks , and thou , O Artemis , hast power to move hell's adamantine gates , and all else that is as stubborn . Thes- tylis , hark , ' tis so ; the hounds are baying up and down the ...
... draw home to me the man I love ! Now will I burn the husks , and thou , O Artemis , hast power to move hell's adamantine gates , and all else that is as stubborn . Thes- tylis , hark , ' tis so ; the hounds are baying up and down the ...
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... draw home to me the man I love ! This fringe from his cloak Delphis lost ; that now I shred and cast into the cruel flame . Ah , ah , thou torturing Love , why clingest thou to me like a leech of the fen , and drainest all the black ...
... draw home to me the man I love ! This fringe from his cloak Delphis lost ; that now I shred and cast into the cruel flame . Ah , ah , thou torturing Love , why clingest thou to me like a leech of the fen , and drainest all the black ...
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... drawing nigh . Comatas . The she - goats that I milk have all borne twins save two . The maiden saw me , and ' alas , ' she cried , ' dost thou milk alone ? ' Lacon . Ah , ah , but Lacon here hath nigh twenty baskets full of cheese ...
... drawing nigh . Comatas . The she - goats that I milk have all borne twins save two . The maiden saw me , and ' alas , ' she cried , ' dost thou milk alone ? ' Lacon . Ah , ah , but Lacon here hath nigh twenty baskets full of cheese ...
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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...