The Works of Thomas Moore: Odes of Anacreon. Little's poems1823 |
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Achilles Tatius amorous Anacreon ancients Anthologia Antipater Athenæus Aulus Gellius Bacchus Barnes Bathyllus beam beauty blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers bowl breast breath brow Catullus charms creon Cupid dance dart dear death Degen delicate divine dream drink e'er elegant epigram epithalamium Eurypyle fair fancy feel fire flame flowers fragment girl glance glow goblet grace heart Heaven hour hymn imitated kiss Longepierre Love's lyre Madame Dacier maid Maximus Tyrius Monsieur Muses ne'er never night nymph o'er Philostratus Plato poem poet Quæ quoted Rosa rose rosy Sappho says Scaliger shade shed sigh sing sleep slumber smile song soul steal sweet sweetest tears tears of wine Teian tell thee thine thou thought Tibullus translation trembling Twas twine Vatican Venus verses wanton warm weep wild wine wing youth δε εις εν και μεν τε το ὡς
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Стр. 140 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Стр. 50 - Bacchus' shrine ! For Death may come, with brow unpleasant, May come, when least we wish him present, And beckon to the sable shore, And grimly bid us — drink no more ! ODE IX. I *-*AY thee, by the gods above, Give me the mighty bowl I love. And let me sing in wild delight, " I will— I will be mad to-night...
Стр. 89 - 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 ! Since Nature's holy law is drinking ; I'll make the laws of nature mine, And pledge the universe in wine ! ODE XXII.
Стр. 287 - A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea, And, having swelled a moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! A CHALLENGE.
Стр. 308 - Remembrance will recall the hour When thou alone wert fair! Then talk no more of future gloom ; Our joys shall always last ; For hope shall brighten days to come, And memory gild the past...
Стр. 142 - 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.
Стр. 157 - WHILE we invoke the wreathed spring, Resplendent rose ! to thee we'll sing ; Resplendent rose, the flower of flowers. Whose breath perfumes 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 is warm Dione's bliss, And flushes like Dione's kiss ! Oft has the poet's magic tongue The rose's fair luxuriance sung ; And long the Muses, heavenly maids, Have rear'd it in their tuneful shades.
Стр. 167 - GAY Bacchus liking Estcourt's wine, A noble meal bespoke us ; And for the guests that were to dine, Brought Comus, Love, and Jocus.
Стр. 309 - Thou'lt still be young for me. And, as thy lips the tear-drop chase Which on my cheek they find, So hope shall steal away the trace...
Стр. 98 - Thou com'st to weave thy simple nest ; But when the chilling winter lowers, Again thou seek'st the genial bowers Of Memphis, or the shores of Nile, Where sunny hours of verdure smile.