Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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... honour which he sang so well , through the golden age of Hiero ( 264 B.C. ) No happier fortune could befall him who wrote the epigram of the lady of heavenly love , who worshipped with the noble wife of Nicias under the green roof of ...
... honour which he sang so well , through the golden age of Hiero ( 264 B.C. ) No happier fortune could befall him who wrote the epigram of the lady of heavenly love , who worshipped with the noble wife of Nicias under the green roof of ...
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... honour : nay listen as thou art dear to the Muses . ' The Song of Simichidas . For Simichidas the Loves have sneezed , for truly the wretch loves Myrto as dearly as goats love the spring.1 But Aratus , far the dearest of my friends ...
... honour : nay listen as thou art dear to the Muses . ' The Song of Simichidas . For Simichidas the Loves have sneezed , for truly the wretch loves Myrto as dearly as goats love the spring.1 But Aratus , far the dearest of my friends ...
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... honour , and instantly gave each a gift , to Daphnis a staff that grew in my father's close , self - shapen , yet so straight , that perchance even a crafts- man could have found no fault in it . To the other I gave a goodly spiral ...
... honour , and instantly gave each a gift , to Daphnis a staff that grew in my father's close , self - shapen , yet so straight , that perchance even a crafts- man could have found no fault in it . To the other I gave a goodly spiral ...
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... honoured above all men the Athenian stranger , even Diocles , the true lover . Always about his tomb the children gather in their companies , at the coming in of the spring , and contend for F the prize of kissing . touches lip to lip ...
... honoured above all men the Athenian stranger , even Diocles , the true lover . Always about his tomb the children gather in their companies , at the coming in of the spring , and contend for F the prize of kissing . touches lip to lip ...
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... honour minstrels ! Homer is enough for every one , who wants to hear any other ? He is the best of bards who takes nothing that is mine . O foolish men , in the store of gold un- counted , what gain have ye ? Not in this do the wise ...
... honour minstrels ! Homer is enough for every one , who wants to hear any other ? He is the best of bards who takes nothing that is mine . O foolish men , in the store of gold un- counted , what gain have ye ? Not in this do the wise ...
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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...