Specimens of the Poets and Poetry of Greece and RomeWilliam Peter Carey and Hart, 1847 - 530 páginas |
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... I'll go and do it ! I'll be bold to die ! I have a word with ye , ye gates of hell ! [ To the gates of the palace as she is about to enter . I pray ye , let me have a mortal stroke , That without struggling , all this body's blood ...
... I'll go and do it ! I'll be bold to die ! I have a word with ye , ye gates of hell ! [ To the gates of the palace as she is about to enter . I pray ye , let me have a mortal stroke , That without struggling , all this body's blood ...
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... I'll lay me down ; let but the generous fumes Once mount into my head , and they will gender Such dainty little schemes - such tit - bit thoughts- Such trim devices ! - Nic . SCENE II . DEMOSTHENES . NICIAS returning with wine . Sing we ...
... I'll lay me down ; let but the generous fumes Once mount into my head , and they will gender Such dainty little schemes - such tit - bit thoughts- Such trim devices ! - Nic . SCENE II . DEMOSTHENES . NICIAS returning with wine . Sing we ...
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... I'll not call her ; She took due pains in faith to work my ruin , Which made me tell her , pointing to this cloak , Now threadbare on my shoulders - see , good wife , This is your work - in troth you toil too hard . [ Boy re - enters ...
... I'll not call her ; She took due pains in faith to work my ruin , Which made me tell her , pointing to this cloak , Now threadbare on my shoulders - see , good wife , This is your work - in troth you toil too hard . [ Boy re - enters ...
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... I'll pay you the last drachm . Soc . By what gods ? Your gods ? Gods are not current coin with me . Streps . How swear you then ! As the Byzan- tians swear By their base iron coin ? Soc . Art thou ambitious To be instructed in celestial ...
... I'll pay you the last drachm . Soc . By what gods ? Your gods ? Gods are not current coin with me . Streps . How swear you then ! As the Byzan- tians swear By their base iron coin ? Soc . Art thou ambitious To be instructed in celestial ...
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... I'll feel my way with him - but if he kicks , Befall what may , nothing shall hinder me But I will kick him headlong out of doors , And let him graze e'en where he will for me- Wait only my return ; I'll soon dispatch . [ Exit . SCENE ...
... I'll feel my way with him - but if he kicks , Befall what may , nothing shall hinder me But I will kick him headlong out of doors , And let him graze e'en where he will for me- Wait only my return ; I'll soon dispatch . [ Exit . SCENE ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Alcmena Amph Amphitryon Antistrophe arms Athens bear behold beneath blest blood breast breath Charm Charmides Chor Chrem Cleon CLYTEMNESTRA coursers Creon Dæm dare dark daughter dead death deeds doom dost thou dread e'en earth Eteocles Eucl eyes fair fame fate father fear fire flame give gods gold grace Greece grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven honour Jove Jupiter king Labr Laius live lord Lysiteles maid Merc Mess mighty mind mortal ne'er never night nymph o'er Palæstra Pamphilus Phil plain Plutus poet Polybus Polynices race rage round sacred SCENE shore sire slave sleep song soul speak Streps Strob STROBILUS sweet tears tell Thebes thee Theseus thine thou art Tiresias toil Trach Twas Tynd Venus vex'd voice wave wife wine words wretch youth
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Página 17 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night, O'er Heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene ; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole, O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head...
Página 212 - Lycidas? For neither were ye playing on the steep Where your old bards, the famous druids, lie, Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high, Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream. Ay me, I fondly dream! Had ye been there — for what could that have done?
Página 51 - Tis filled wherever thou dost tread Nature's self's thy Ganymede. Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough; Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Página 9 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise: So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Página 465 - WHAT slender Youth bedew'd with liquid odours Courts thee on Roses in some pleasant Cave, Pyrrha for whom bind'st thou In wreaths thy golden Hair, Plain in thy neatness? O how oft shall he On Faith and changed Gods complain : and Seas Rough with black winds and storms Unwonted shall admire : Who now enjoys thee credulous, all Gold, Who always vacant, always amiable Hopes thee ; of flattering gales Unmindful. Hapless they To whom thou untried seem'st fair. Me in my vow'd Picture the sacred wall declares...
Página 17 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies; The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight. Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Página 43 - Twas this deprived my soul of rest, And rais'd such tumults in my breast ; For while I gaz'd, in transport tost, My breath was gone, my voice was lost : My bosom glow'd ; the subtle flame Ran quick through all my vital frame ; O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Página 137 - THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, Having to advise the public, may speak free ; Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise ; Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace ; What can be juster in a state than this ? FROM HORACE.
Página 10 - ... earth, And such the hard condition of our birth. No force can then resist, no flight can save; All sink alike, the fearful and the brave. No more — but hasten to thy tasks at home, There guide the spindle, and direct the loom : Me glory summons to the martial scene, The field of combat is the sphere for men. Where heroes war, the foremost place I claim, The first in danger as the first in fame.
Página 10 - And Hector hasted to relieve his child, The glittering terrors from his brows unbound, And placed the beaming helmet on the ground; Then kiss'd the child, and, lifting high in air, Thus to the gods preferr'da father's prayer: "O thou!