Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered Into English ProseMacmillan and Company, 1909 - 210 páginas |
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... look on thee , and despite himself he takes courage , the hapless one , and his heart is joyous . Upon thy brows are shining the constellated Pleiades , thy breast is full of the flowers of May , thy breasts are lilies . Thou hast the ...
... look on thee , and despite himself he takes courage , the hapless one , and his heart is joyous . Upon thy brows are shining the constellated Pleiades , thy breast is full of the flowers of May , thy breasts are lilies . Thou hast the ...
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... looks on with yearning eyes , and fain would be even as they ; and thou , when thou beholdest the laughter of maidens , dost gaze with yearning eyes , for that thou dost not join their dances . ' Begin , ye Muses dear , begin the ...
... looks on with yearning eyes , and fain would be even as they ; and thou , when thou beholdest the laughter of maidens , dost gaze with yearning eyes , for that thou dost not join their dances . ' Begin , ye Muses dear , begin the ...
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... look upon , ah heart of stone , ah dark - browed maiden , embrace me , thy true goatherd , that I may kiss thee , and even in empty kisses there is a sweet delight ! Soon wilt thou make me rend the wreath in pieces small , the wreath of ...
... look upon , ah heart of stone , ah dark - browed maiden , embrace me , thy true goatherd , that I may kiss thee , and even in empty kisses there is a sweet delight ! Soon wilt thou make me rend the wreath in pieces small , the wreath of ...
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... look you , bones , that's all . She does not live on dewdrops , does she , like the grasshopper ? Corydon . No , by Earth , for sometimes I take her to graze by the banks of Aesarus , fair handfuls of fresh grass I give her too , and ...
... look you , bones , that's all . She does not live on dewdrops , does she , like the grasshopper ? Corydon . No , by Earth , for sometimes I take her to graze by the banks of Aesarus , fair handfuls of fresh grass I give her too , and ...
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... Look , here she is creeping back again ! Would I had my crook for hare killing : how I would cudgel thee . Battus . In the name of Zeus , prithee look here , Corydon ! A thorn has just run into my foot under the ankle . How deep they ...
... Look , here she is creeping back again ! Would I had my crook for hare killing : how I would cudgel thee . Battus . In the name of Zeus , prithee look here , Corydon ! A thorn has just run into my foot under the ankle . How deep they ...
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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...