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... sleeps below : The very torch that laughing Hymen bore To light the virgin to the bridegroom's door , With that same torch the bridegroom lights the fire That dimly glimmers on her funeral pyre . Thou too , O Hymen ! bidst the nuptial ...
... sleeps below : The very torch that laughing Hymen bore To light the virgin to the bridegroom's door , With that same torch the bridegroom lights the fire That dimly glimmers on her funeral pyre . Thou too , O Hymen ! bidst the nuptial ...
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... sleep . Ocean wave and forest hoar To the blast responsive roar . Drive the tempest from your door , Blaze on blaze your hearthstone piling , And unmeasur'd goblets pour Brimful high with nectar smiling . Then beneath your Poet's head ...
... sleep . Ocean wave and forest hoar To the blast responsive roar . Drive the tempest from your door , Blaze on blaze your hearthstone piling , And unmeasur'd goblets pour Brimful high with nectar smiling . Then beneath your Poet's head ...
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... sleep incline ; Gapes with heat the sultry ground . Crickets sing on leafy boughs , And the thistle is in flower ; Melting maids forget the vows Made to th ' moon in colder hours . VI . ( 20. ) CONVIVIAL . WHY wait we for the torches ...
... sleep incline ; Gapes with heat the sultry ground . Crickets sing on leafy boughs , And the thistle is in flower ; Melting maids forget the vows Made to th ' moon in colder hours . VI . ( 20. ) CONVIVIAL . WHY wait we for the torches ...
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... Sleeps the dim night in solitary valleys ; Where dwell his mother , and his consort mild , And infant sons , in his sequester'd palace ; Whilst onward through the laurel - shaded grove Mov'd with firm step the hero son of Jove . H. M. ...
... Sleeps the dim night in solitary valleys ; Where dwell his mother , and his consort mild , And infant sons , in his sequester'd palace ; Whilst onward through the laurel - shaded grove Mov'd with firm step the hero son of Jove . H. M. ...
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... , 3. ) FROM SCATTERED FRAGMENTS . VAIN it is for those to weep Who repose in Death's last sleep . With man's life ends all the story Of his wisdom , wit , and glory . M. M. IBYCUS . + THIS poet , a native of Rhegium 36 STESICHORrus .
... , 3. ) FROM SCATTERED FRAGMENTS . VAIN it is for those to weep Who repose in Death's last sleep . With man's life ends all the story Of his wisdom , wit , and glory . M. M. IBYCUS . + THIS poet , a native of Rhegium 36 STESICHORrus .
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Agathias Alcæus Alcman amorous Anacreon ancient Anthology Antipater appears Archilochus ascribed assigned Athen Athenæus Ausonius Bacchylides bard beauty beneath blest breast breath bright Brunck Callimachus celebrated charms Cupid dead death drink emblem Epigram EPITAPH Erinna EUENUS ev'n eyes fair flowers former edition fragment Garland grace grave Grecian Greece Greek hath heart HEDYLUS Hipponax honour honour'd imitation inscription Jacobs Jove Laërt live MELANIPPIDES Meleager Meleager's Menander Menippus mighty mother Muses native night Nymphs o'er original Ovid passage Plutarch poem poet poetical poetry Posidippus Praxiteles present quæ Reiske RHIANUS roses Sappho says shade Simmias Simonides sleep song soul specimens Steph Stesichorus Stobæus sweet thee Theocritus thine thou Timocreon tomb translation Venus verses virgin wave wine wings writers youth γὰρ δὲ εἰς ἐν ἐπὶ ΙΙ ΙΙΙ καὶ μὲν μὴ Οὐ τε τὸ τὸν ὑπὸ
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Page 300 - tis not to me she speaks: Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, Having some business, do entreat her eyes To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
Page lxviii - Fill high the bowl with Samian wine ! Our virgins dance beneath the shade — I see their glorious black eyes shine ; But, gazing on each glowing maid, My own the burning tear-drop laves, To think such breasts must suckle slaves. 16. Place me on Sunium's marbled steep, Where nothing, save the waves and I, May hear our mutual murmurs sweep : There, swan-like, let me sing and die!
Page 301 - Romeo : and, when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine, That all the world will be in love with night...
Page 48 - Drinking 1618-1667 •"THE thirsty earth soaks up the rain, •*• And drinks and gapes for drink again; The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair...
Page 51 - 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!
Page 51 - Phoebus is himself thy sire. To thee of all things upon earth, Life is no longer than thy mirth. Happy insect! happy thou, Dost neither age nor winter know! But when thou'st drunk, and danced, and sung Thy fill, the flowery leaves among, (Voluptuous and wise withal, Epicurean animal!) Sated with thy summer feast, Thou retir'st to endless rest.
Page 46 - FILL the bowl with rosy wine ! Around our temples roses twine ! And let us cheerfully awhile, Like the wine and roses, smile. Crown'd with roses, we contemn Gyges' wealthy diadem. To-day is ours ; what do we fear ? To-day is ours ; we have it here : Let's treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay. Let's banish business, banish sorrow ; To the Gods belongs to-morrow.
Page lxvii - THE isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all except their sun is set.
Page 99 - Wind, gentle evergreen, to form a shade Around the tomb where Sophocles is laid ; Sweet ivy wind thy boughs, and intertwine With blushing roses and the clustering vine : Thus will thy lasting leaves with beauties hung, Prove grateful emblems of the lays he sung ; Whose soul, exalted like a god of wit, Among the Muses and the Graces writ.
Page 135 - Cling to thy home ! If there the meanest shed Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thy head, And some poor plot, with vegetables stored, Be all that Heaven allots thee for thy board, Unsavoury bread, and herbs that scatter'd grow Wild on the river-brink or mountain-brow ; Yet e'en this cheerless mansion shall provide More heart's repose than all the world beside.