Translations Into English and LatinDeighton, 1866 - 279 |
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Strona 67
... Pheneüs , Orchomenos white with sheep , and Stratia , Wind - swept Enispè , fair Mantinea , Tegea , Stymphelus , and Parrhasia : - 645 King Agapenor led , Anchæus ' son . Their ships F 2 BOOK II . ] 67 HOMER'S ILIAD .
... Pheneüs , Orchomenos white with sheep , and Stratia , Wind - swept Enispè , fair Mantinea , Tegea , Stymphelus , and Parrhasia : - 645 King Agapenor led , Anchæus ' son . Their ships F 2 BOOK II . ] 67 HOMER'S ILIAD .
Strona 72
... sheep - clad Iton some , And sea - washed Antron , and came . Protesilaus was their warrior chief 735 green Pteleus , Once : but the dark soil was his lodging now . In Phylacè his widow tore her cheeks , Unfinished stood his home : for ...
... sheep - clad Iton some , And sea - washed Antron , and came . Protesilaus was their warrior chief 735 green Pteleus , Once : but the dark soil was his lodging now . In Phylacè his widow tore her cheeks , Unfinished stood his home : for ...
Strona 100
... Sheep , banks are treacherous : draw not over- nigh : See , now the lordly ram his fleece doth dry . D. Tityrus , yon she - goats from the river bring . I in due time will wash them at the spring . M. Call , lads , your sheep . Once ...
... Sheep , banks are treacherous : draw not over- nigh : See , now the lordly ram his fleece doth dry . D. Tityrus , yon she - goats from the river bring . I in due time will wash them at the spring . M. Call , lads , your sheep . Once ...
Strona 109
... sheep , nor nets to deer ; Because kind Daphnis makes it holiday . The unshorn mountains fling their jubilant voice Up to the stars : the crags and copses shout Aloud , " A god , Menalcas , lo ! a god . " Oh ! be thou kind and good unto ...
... sheep , nor nets to deer ; Because kind Daphnis makes it holiday . The unshorn mountains fling their jubilant voice Up to the stars : the crags and copses shout Aloud , " A god , Menalcas , lo ! a god . " Oh ! be thou kind and good unto ...
Strona 117
... sheep , and one Of teeming goats - together : herdsmen both , Both in life's spring , and able well to sing , Or , challenged , to reply . To that same spot I , guarding my young myrtles from the frost , Find my goat strayed , the ...
... sheep , and one Of teeming goats - together : herdsmen both , Both in life's spring , and able well to sing , Or , challenged , to reply . To that same spot I , guarding my young myrtles from the frost , Find my goat strayed , the ...
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Achaian Achilles Agamemnon Amaryllis Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenè Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad Calchas Chryse city home Corydon Daphnis doth dreams earth ECLOGUE enim Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n eyes fair flocks flowers Forty dark ships Gallus gift goat gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herè host Idomeneus Ilion illa Iolla Jove kine King lord Lycidas Lyrnessus maid Menalcas mighty mihi MOPSUS muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus Nunc Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe prayer Priam's Protesilaus Pylos Quæ quam Queis rose round sacred sate seas shalt sheep shepherd shore sing sire Sirmio sleep song of Arcady sons soul spake steeds stream strife sweet swift thee thine thing tibi Tityrus Trojans Troy unto vine voice war-ships warriors wild wind woods words wrath Zeus ΙΟ
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Strona 186 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Strona 210 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Strona 194 - Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitered locks, and stern bespake:— "How well could I have spared for thee, young Swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake, Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold!
Strona 256 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. ' Stay,...
Strona 204 - Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief : 'Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Strona 208 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Strona 196 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Strona 238 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then brisk alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is — Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Strona 198 - Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are...
Strona 222 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.