Translations Chiefly from the Greek Anthology: With Tales and Miscellaneous PoemsR. Phillips, 1806 - 233 páginas |
Dentro del libro
Resultados 1-5 de 38
Página 3
... grave ; Death claimed the bridegroom's right ; to death alone The treasure , promis'd to her spouse , she gave . To sweetest sounds the happy evening fled , The Flute's soft strain and hymeneal choir ; At morn sad howlings echo round ...
... grave ; Death claimed the bridegroom's right ; to death alone The treasure , promis'd to her spouse , she gave . To sweetest sounds the happy evening fled , The Flute's soft strain and hymeneal choir ; At morn sad howlings echo round ...
Página 4
... grave I shed , Affection's fondest tribute to the dead . Oh , flow , my bitter sorrows , o'er her shrine , Pledge of the love that bound her soul to mine ! Break , break my heart , o'ercharged with bursting woe , An empty offering to ...
... grave I shed , Affection's fondest tribute to the dead . Oh , flow , my bitter sorrows , o'er her shrine , Pledge of the love that bound her soul to mine ! Break , break my heart , o'ercharged with bursting woe , An empty offering to ...
Página 11
... grave's eternal rest . The furtive kiss , soft pledge and genial tye , Are flowers of youth , that passing smile and die : Old age succeeds , and dulls each finer sense , When all we hope , at most , is Reverence . Age brings misfortune ...
... grave's eternal rest . The furtive kiss , soft pledge and genial tye , Are flowers of youth , that passing smile and die : Old age succeeds , and dulls each finer sense , When all we hope , at most , is Reverence . Age brings misfortune ...
Página 21
... their prey , Or War with iron hold unlocks the grave , Devouring myriads of the young and brave . Some on the billows rock'd that roll on high Cling to the plank in vain , and wasted die ; Some by the halter lay their miseries down , And ...
... their prey , Or War with iron hold unlocks the grave , Devouring myriads of the young and brave . Some on the billows rock'd that roll on high Cling to the plank in vain , and wasted die ; Some by the halter lay their miseries down , And ...
Página 25
... grave . At the altar the tyrant they seiz'd , While Minerva he vainly implor'd , And the goddess of wisdom was pleas'd With the victim of Liberty's sword . May your bliss be immortal on high , Among men as your glory shall be ; Ye doom ...
... grave . At the altar the tyrant they seiz'd , While Minerva he vainly implor'd , And the goddess of wisdom was pleas'd With the victim of Liberty's sword . May your bliss be immortal on high , Among men as your glory shall be ; Ye doom ...
Otras ediciones - Ver todas
Translations Chiefly from the Greek Anthology: With Tales and Miscellaneous ... Robert Bland Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
Translations Chiefly from the Greek Anthology: With Tales and Miscellaneous ... Robert Bland Sin vista previa disponible - 2009 |
Translations Chiefly From the Greek Anthology: With Tales and Miscellaneous ... John Herman Merivale,Robert Bland Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
Términos y frases comunes
abbot Agathias amorous Anacreon antient Antipater ANTIPATER OF SIDON banquet bard beauty beneath blest bloom blushing breast breath brow charm'd Cleombrotus cold Corinth dark dead death delight E'en epigram EPITAPH Euripides eyes fair fancy fate fear flow flowers fragments fragrance funeral garlands gloomy glow golden slumbers grace grave Grecian Greece Greek GREEK ANTHOLOGY grief heart heroes honour hour howl Ibycus immortal Janet's Jove labour light living lover lyre maid melancholy Meleager memory Menander Menippus Mimnermus moral mournful muse Nature's never night NOTE nymphs o'er PAUL THE SILENTIARY plain pleasure Plutarch poem poet poetry pow'r preserved pride Rhuddlan rose round Sappho shade shore sigh sight sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul Spring sweet sweet noises tear tender thee thine thou thro toil tomb translation trembling Venus wave weep wild winds wine youth
Pasajes populares
Página 127 - For others' good, or melt at others' woe. What can atone (oh, ever injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd!
Página 159 - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened not thy breath...
Página 147 - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
Página 144 - Cowards die many times before their deaths ; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that I yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear ; Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come, when it will come.
Página l - em, which I had just purchased, and gave him one ; and, at this moment that I am telling it, my heart smites me that there was more of pleasantry in the conceit of seeing how an ass would eat a macaroon, than of benevolence in giving him one, which presided in the act.
Página 167 - But the souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there shall no torment touch them. In the sight of the unwise they seemed to die: and their departure is taken for misery. And their going from us to be utter destruction: but they are in peace.
Página 166 - For God created man to be immortal, and made him to be an image of his own eternity. Nevertheless, through envy of the devil came death into the world : and they that do hold of his side do find it.
Página 24 - I'll wreath my sword in myrtle bough, The sword that laid the tyrant low, When patriots, burning to be free, To Athens gave equality. " Harmodius, hail ! though reft of breath, Thou ne'er shall feel the stroke of death! The heroes' happy isles shall be The bright abode allotted thee.
Página 155 - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
Página 23 - All human things are subject to decay : And well the man of Chios tuned his lay — ' Like leaves on trees the race of man is found ; ' Yet few receive the melancholy sound, Or in their breasts imprint this solemn truth, For hope is near to all, but most to youth. Hope's vernal season leads the laughing hours, And strews o'er every path the fairest flowers : To cloud the scene, no distant mists appear ; Age moves no thought, and death awakes no fear. Ah ! how unmindful is the giddy...