Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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Página xiii
... light on the way . Yet over these embers the god poured once again the sacred oil , and from the dull mass leaped , like a many - coloured flame , the genius of THEOCRITUS . To take delight in that genius , so human , so kindly , so ...
... light on the way . Yet over these embers the god poured once again the sacred oil , and from the dull mass leaped , like a many - coloured flame , the genius of THEOCRITUS . To take delight in that genius , so human , so kindly , so ...
Página xviii
... light of Sicily , or of Egypt . The landscapes . he prefers are often seen under the noonday heat , when shade is most pleasant to men . His shepherds invite each other to the shelter of oak - trees or of pines , where the dry fir ...
... light of Sicily , or of Egypt . The landscapes . he prefers are often seen under the noonday heat , when shade is most pleasant to men . His shepherds invite each other to the shelter of oak - trees or of pines , where the dry fir ...
Página xxiii
... 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 they perish , the petals of the rose ! I send thee my tears bound in a napkin , and what though ...
... 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 they perish , the petals of the rose ! I send thee my tears bound in a napkin , and what though ...
Página xxv
... light is dying out of the sky , and the fragrance of wild roses by the roadside is mingled with the perfumed breath of cattle that hurry past on their homeward road . There was scarcely a form of the life he saw that did not seem to him ...
... light is dying out of the sky , and the fragrance of wild roses by the roadside is mingled with the perfumed breath of cattle that hurry past on their homeward road . There was scarcely a form of the life he saw that did not seem to him ...
Página xxxi
... light like that of ' the sun cut up into fragments . ' At the same time no town was more in need of the memories of the country , which came to her in well - watered gardens , in landscape - paintings , and in the verse of Theocritus ...
... light like that of ' the sun cut up into fragments . ' At the same time no town was more in need of the memories of the country , which came to her in well - watered gardens , in landscape - paintings , and in the verse of Theocritus ...
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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...