Odes of AnacreonJohn Stockdale, 1800 - 255 páginas |
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... dart - without a flame . And thus in the Pervigilium Veneris— Ite nymphæ - posuit arma , feriatus est amor- Love is disarm'd - ye nymphs , in safety stray , Your bosoms now may have a holiday ! And all the Graces , link'd with Love ...
... dart - without a flame . And thus in the Pervigilium Veneris— Ite nymphæ - posuit arma , feriatus est amor- Love is disarm'd - ye nymphs , in safety stray , Your bosoms now may have a holiday ! And all the Graces , link'd with Love ...
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... , Bacchus , in thy cup of fire , I found this flutt'ring , young desire ? Then - then indeed my soul should prove , Much more than ever , drunk with love ! H And , having left no other dart , He glanc'd ODES OF ANACREON . 53.
... , Bacchus , in thy cup of fire , I found this flutt'ring , young desire ? Then - then indeed my soul should prove , Much more than ever , drunk with love ! H And , having left no other dart , He glanc'd ODES OF ANACREON . 53.
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... dart , He glanc'd himself into my heart ! ] Dryden has parodied this thought in the following extravagant lines : - I'm all o'er Love- Nay - I am Love - Love shot , and shot so fast , He shot himself into my breast at last . ODE XIV ...
... dart , He glanc'd himself into my heart ! ] Dryden has parodied this thought in the following extravagant lines : - I'm all o'er Love- Nay - I am Love - Love shot , and shot so fast , He shot himself into my breast at last . ODE XIV ...
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... dart , Which drank the current of my heart ; Nor naval arms , nor mailed steed , Have made this vanquish'd bosom bleed ; No - from an eye of liquid blue , A host of quiver'd cupids flew ; " The German poet Uz , has imitated this ode ...
... dart , Which drank the current of my heart ; Nor naval arms , nor mailed steed , Have made this vanquish'd bosom bleed ; No - from an eye of liquid blue , A host of quiver'd cupids flew ; " The German poet Uz , has imitated this ode ...
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... dart ; This ode is referred to by La Mothe le Vayer , who , I believe , was the author of that curious little work , called " Hexameron Rustique . " He makes use of this , as well as the thirty - fifth , in his ingenious but indelicate ...
... dart ; This ode is referred to by La Mothe le Vayer , who , I believe , was the author of that curious little work , called " Hexameron Rustique . " He makes use of this , as well as the thirty - fifth , in his ingenious but indelicate ...
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Pasajes populares
Página 249 - Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Página 166 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Página 138 - O mother ! — I am wounded through I die with pain— in sooth I do ! Stung by some little angry thing, Some serpent on a tiny wing — A bee it was — for once, I know, I heard a rustic call it so.
Página 91 - The vapours which at evening weep Are beverage to the swelling deep ; And when the rosy sun appears, He drinks the ocean's misty tears. The moon too quaffs her paly stream Of lustre from the solar beam. Then, hence with all your sober thinking i Since Nature's holy law is drinking ; I'll make the laws of nature mine, And pledge the universe in wine ! ODE XXII.
Página 162 - Rose, thou art the sweetest flower That ever drank the amber shower; Rose, thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild. Even the Gods, who walk the sky, Are amorous of thy scented sigh.
Página 190 - Jove would give the leafy bowers A queen for all their world of flowers, The rose would be the choice of Jove, And blush, the queen of every grove.
Página 132 - Whatever decks the velvet field, Whate'er the circling seasons yield, Whatever buds, whatever blows, For thee it buds, for thee it grows. Nor yet art thou the peasant's fear ; To him thy friendly notes are dear ; For thou art mild as matin dew...
Página 168 - 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.
Página 90 - Do villany, do, since you protest to do 't Like workmen. I 'll example you with thievery : The sun 'sa thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Página 126 - Can flowery breeze, or odour's breath, Affect the slumbering chill of death ? No, no ; I ask no balm to steep With fragrant tears my bed of sleep : But now, while every pulse is glowing, Now let me breathe the balsam flowing; Now let the rose with blush of fire, Upon my brow its scent expire ; And bring the nymph with floating eye, Oh ! she will teach me how to die...