Odes of Anacreon, tr. into Engl. verse, with notes. By T. Moore, Volumen21820 |
Términos y frases comunes
Achilles Tatius amorous Anacreon Anthologia Antipater arms Athenæus Bacchus banquet Barnes beauty bliss bloom blushing bowers breath brim brow Brunck Catullus charms creon dance death Degen divine dream drink elegant epigram epithalamium Eurypyle eyes feel festive flies flowers garland glow goblet golden Graces hallow'd harp heart Hephæstion Horace hymn illume impassion'd kiss Lesbia Longepierre luxuriant lyre Madame Dacier maid mirth nectar nectar'd bowl numbers nuptial nymph o'er Philostratus Pierius Pindar pinion poem poet Queen quoted rose rosy sage Sappho says Scaliger shade shed sigh sing sleep smile song soul sparkling Suidas sweet sweetest swell Tartessian tear tears of wine Teian thee Theocritus thine thou tomb translation twine Venus verses virgin voluptuous Vossius waft wanton warm weep wild wine wing young Desire youth Ανακρέοντα δε εις εκ εν εςι και μεν τε το ὡς ὁ
Pasajes populares
Página 34 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Página 36 - While virgin Graces, warm with May, Fling roses o'er her dewy way. The murmuring billows of the deep Have languished into silent sleep ; And mark ! the flitting sea-birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To flutter in a kinder sky. Now the genial star of day Dissolves the murky clouds away ; And cultured field, and winding stream, Are freshly glittering in his beam.
Página 63 - Tis sweet to hold the infant stems, Yet dropping with Aurora's gems, And fresh inhale the spicy sighs That from the weeping buds arise. When revel reigns, when mirth is high, And Bacchus beams in every eye, Our rosy fillets scent exhale, And fill with balm the fainting gale ! Oh ! there is nought in nature bright, Where roses do not shed their light...
Página 65 - The rose distils a healing balm, The beating pulse of pain to calm ; Preserves the cold inurned clay, And mocks the vestige of decay : And when at length, in pale decline, Its florid beauties fade and pine, Sweet as in youth, its balmy breath Diffuses odour e'en in death ! Oh!
Página 37 - Are sweetly tissued by his beam. Now the earth prolific swells With leafy buds and flowery bells ; Gemming shoots the olive twine, Clusters ripe festoon the vine ; All along the branches creeping, Through the velvet foliage peeping, Little infant fruits we see Nursing into luxury ! ODE XLVII.
Página 66 - Mellow'd by ocean's briny dews ; When, in the starry courts above, The pregnant brain of mighty Jove Disclosed the nymph of azure glance, The nymph who shakes the martial lance ! Then, then, in strange eventful hour. The earth produced an infant flower, Which sprung, with blushing tinctures drest, And wanton'd o'er its parent breast.
Página 60 - Olympus' bowers ; Whose virgin blush, of chasten'd dye, Enchants so much our mortal eye. When pleasure's bloomy season glows, The Graces love to twine the rose ; The rose...
Página 62 - Tis sweet to dare the tangled fence, To cull the timid floweret thence, And wipe with tender hand away The tear that on its blushes lay! Tis sweet to hold the infant stems, Yet dropping with Aurora's gems, And fresh inhale the spicy sighs That from the weeping buds arise.
Página 126 - I love thee and hate thee, but if I can tell The cause of my love and my hate, may I die. I can feel it, alas! I can feel it too well, That I love thee and hate thee, but cannot tell why.
Página 29 - Hose ! thou art the sweetest flower That ever drank the amber shower ; Rose ! thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild ! E'en the gods, who walk the sky, Are amorous of thy scented sigh.