The Works of the Greek and Roman Poets, Volumen7Suttaby, Evance, and Fox, 1813 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Adonis Ælian amidst Amycus Anacreon ancient antiquity Apollonius Rhodius appears Aratus bard beautiful begin the mournful Bion bless'd bloom bosom Brasidas breast breath Bucolic Catullus character charms Cicada critics Cupid Daphnis dear death delight display'd earth eclogue elegant ELEGY Epigrams Europa ev'n eye-brow eyes fair fancy flow flowers Galatea genius goatherd goats grace Grecian Greece Greek hath Heinsius Hercules Homer honour hymn Idyllia IDYLLIUM Iliad imagery imitation Jove kiss lov'd lover maid manner melting Moschus nature numbers nymph o'er observed original Orpheus Ovid pale passage passion pastoral pieces Pindar poem poet poetry Prytaneum Ptolemy Ptolemy Philadelphus rustic sacred says scene seems sentiment shade Shep shepherd Sicily sigh sing song sorrows species strain Suidas sung swain sweet Sybaris Syracusian tears tenderest notes complain thee Theocritus thine thou tion translator Tyrtæus Venus verse Virgil Warton wave whilst wild youth
Pasajes populares
Página 167 - I will rise now, and go about the city In the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth : I sought him, but I found him not.
Página 119 - WOE to the land shadowing with wings, Which is beyond the rivers of Ethiopia : That sendeth ambassadors by the sea, Even in vessels of bulrushes upon the waters, saying. Go, ye swift messengers, To a nation scattered and peeled, To a people terrible from their beginning hitherto; A nation meted out and trodden down, Whose land the rivers have spoiled...
Página 55 - And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud: for he is a god; either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or peradventure he sleepeth, and must be awaked.
Página 118 - We had the fortune to see what may be supposed to be the occasion of that opinion which Lucian relates concerning this river, viz. That this stream, at certain seasons of the year, especially about the feast of Adonis, is of a bloody colour; which the heathens looked upon as proceeding from a kind of sympathy in the river for the death of Adonis, who was killed by a wild boar in the mountains, out of which this stream rises.
Página 188 - Muse ! that on the secret top Of Oreb or of Sinai didst inspire That shepherd who first taught the chosen seed In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos.
Página 84 - And every man that striveth for the mastery is temperate in all things. Now they do it to obtain a corruptible crown ; but we an incorruptible.
Página 118 - Adonis, who was killed by a wild boar in the mountains, out of which this stream rises. Something like this we saw actually come to pass: for the water was stained to a surprising redness; and, as we observed in travelling, had discoloured the sea a great way into a reddish hue, occasioned doubtless by a sort of minium, or red earth, washed into the river by the violence of the rain, and not by any stain from Adonis's blood...
Página 119 - Then he brought me to the door of the gate of the Lord's house which was toward the north; and, behold, there sat women weeping for Tammuz.
Página 167 - God, that endureth for ever, shall hear me, and bring them down ; for they will not turn, nor fear God. 21 He laid his hands upon such as be at peace with him, and he brake his covenant. 22 The words of his mouth were softer than butter, having war in his heart ; his words were smoother than oil, and yet be they very swords.
Página 197 - Poor little pretty, fluttering thing, Must we no longer live together? And dost thou prune thy trembling wing To take thy flight thou know'st not whither? Thy humorous vein, thy pleasing folly. Lies all neglected, all forgot; And, pensive, wavering, melancholy, Thou dread'st and hop'st thou know'st not what.