The Book of ElegiesJames Baldwin Silver, Burdett & Company, 1893 - Всего страниц: 304 |
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James Baldwin. FORE WORD . THE Idyls of Theocritus , Bion , and Moschus have served as models for no inconsiderable portion of our modern pastoral and elegiac poetry . They have been imitated by Spenser , improved upon by Milton ...
James Baldwin. FORE WORD . THE Idyls of Theocritus , Bion , and Moschus have served as models for no inconsiderable portion of our modern pastoral and elegiac poetry . They have been imitated by Spenser , improved upon by Milton ...
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... Moschus , and Theocritus was a name later assumed . " — Notice usually prefixed to his Idyls , translated by Andrew Lang . Of the life of Theocritus , but little is known . He was born probably at Syracuse about the year 315 B.C. , and ...
... Moschus , and Theocritus was a name later assumed . " — Notice usually prefixed to his Idyls , translated by Andrew Lang . Of the life of Theocritus , but little is known . He was born probably at Syracuse about the year 315 B.C. , and ...
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... Moschus's Lament for Bion ( page 39 ) : · " ' Begin , ye Sicilian Muses , begin the dirge ! " Compare also with Virgil , Eclogue viii . : — : - Begin with me , my pipe , Mænalian strains ! " And with Pope , Pastoral iii .: : - ' Resound ...
... Moschus's Lament for Bion ( page 39 ) : · " ' Begin , ye Sicilian Muses , begin the dirge ! " Compare also with Virgil , Eclogue viii . : — : - Begin with me , my pipe , Mænalian strains ! " And with Pope , Pastoral iii .: : - ' Resound ...
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... Moschus in his Lament for Bion ( see page 40 ) . And by Virgil , Eclogue v .: — " Even the African lions mourned thy death . " Also by Pope , Pastoral iii .: " For her the feather'd choirs neglect their song . " Also by Spenser ...
... Moschus in his Lament for Bion ( see page 40 ) . And by Virgil , Eclogue v .: — " Even the African lions mourned thy death . " Also by Pope , Pastoral iii .: " For her the feather'd choirs neglect their song . " Also by Spenser ...
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... Moschus ( see page 40 ) introduces Apollo , the Satyrs , the Priapi , the Panes , and Echo as mourn- ing for Bion ; Milton ( see page 82 ) speaks of Neptune , Camus , and St. Peter in connection with the sorrow for Lycidas ; Shelley ...
... Moschus ( see page 40 ) introduces Apollo , the Satyrs , the Priapi , the Panes , and Echo as mourn- ing for Bion ; Milton ( see page 82 ) speaks of Neptune , Camus , and St. Peter in connection with the sorrow for Lycidas ; Shelley ...
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Aphrodite Arethusa Astrophel beauty blood breast breath calm cold Compare with Lycidas Cytherea Daphnis dark dead death deep doth dream dust earth Eclogue Elegy eternal eyes faded Faerie Queene fair faith fancy flowers grave grief hath hear heart heaven hills hour John Keats Keats kiss Lament for Adonis Lament for Bion leave light living Lycidas Lycon memory Milton mind morning Moschus mountains mourn mourns for Adonais Muses never night Nymphs o'er Paradise Lost pastoral Persephone poem poet poetry Ring rose round shadow Shelley Shelley's Shepheards Shepheards Calender shepherd's lay shore sing sleep smile song Sonnet Sonnet 61 sorrow soul Spenser spirit spring STANZA star sweet tears thee Theocritus thine things Thomas Chatterton thou art thought thro tomb unto Urania voice wail weep wild winds wings woods words ye Muses dear ye Sicilian Muses
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Стр. 295 - When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart — Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around — Earth and her waters, and the depths of air — Comes a still voice...
Стр. 193 - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Стр. 294 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Стр. 275 - And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state...
Стр. 283 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Стр. 84 - Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves; Where, other groves and other streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Стр. 280 - Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them, — ding-dong, bell.
Стр. 97 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Стр. 128 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Стр. 33 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that, frighted, thou let'st fall From Dis's wagon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath...