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... spring , And fly in myriads , this way some , some that ; They in such multitudes from tent and ship , Skirting the bottomless sea - sand , marched in troops To council . With them sped a voice of fire 100 Bidding them on : Zeus sent it ...
... spring , And fly in myriads , this way some , some that ; They in such multitudes from tent and ship , Skirting the bottomless sea - sand , marched in troops To council . With them sped a voice of fire 100 Bidding them on : Zeus sent it ...
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... spring . 500 And as great hosts of swarming flies that flit In springtime , when the milk is in the cans , About the herdsman's hut : so numerous stood Before Troy's ranks the Greeks upon the plain , And 60 [ BOOK II HOMER'S ILIAD .
... spring . 500 And as great hosts of swarming flies that flit In springtime , when the milk is in the cans , About the herdsman's hut : so numerous stood Before Troy's ranks the Greeks upon the plain , And 60 [ BOOK II HOMER'S ILIAD .
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... springs . And forty dark ships were their retinue . 545 550 555 These two were captains of the Phocian lines , 560 Next the Boeotians ranging , on the left . The Locrian's prince , fleet Aias , Oileus ' son , Slighter than Aias son of ...
... springs . And forty dark ships were their retinue . 545 550 555 These two were captains of the Phocian lines , 560 Next the Boeotians ranging , on the left . The Locrian's prince , fleet Aias , Oileus ' son , Slighter than Aias son of ...
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... springs , thou'lt catch the leafy cool . 60 Here , as of old , yon hedge , thy boundary line , Its willow - buds a feast for Hybla's bees , Shall with soft whisperings woo thee to thy sleep . Here , ' neath the tall cliff , shall the ...
... springs , thou'lt catch the leafy cool . 60 Here , as of old , yon hedge , thy boundary line , Its willow - buds a feast for Hybla's bees , Shall with soft whisperings woo thee to thy sleep . Here , ' neath the tall cliff , shall the ...
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... spring . M. Call , lads , your sheep . Once more our hands , should heat ΙΟΙ O'ertake the milk , will press in vain the teat . D. How rich these vetches , yet how lean my ox . Love kills alike the herdsman and the flocks . M. My lambs ...
... spring . M. Call , lads , your sheep . Once more our hands , should heat ΙΟΙ O'ertake the milk , will press in vain the teat . D. How rich these vetches , yet how lean my ox . Love kills alike the herdsman and the flocks . M. My lambs ...
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Achaian Achilles Agamemnon Amaryllis Amphimachus Amyntas Apollo Athenč Atreus aught brave bring Daphnis Briseis broad Calchas Chryse city home Corydon Daphnis doth dreams earth ECLOGUE enim Epistrophus Eurytus Ev'n eyes fair flocks flowers Forty dark ships Gallus gift goat gods Greeks green hand hath hear heart heaven Herč host Idomeneus Ilion illa Iolla Jove kine King lord Lycidas Lyrnessus maid Menalcas mighty mihi MOPSUS muse ne'er neath Nestor Nireus Nunc Nymphs o'er obey Odysseus Peleus Phoebus pipe prayer Priam's Protesilaus Pylos Quć quam Queis rose round sacred sate seas shalt sheep shepherd shore sing sire Sirmio sleep song of Arcady sons soul spake steeds stream strife sweet swift thee thine thing tibi Tityrus Trojans Troy unto vine voice war-ships warriors wild wind woods words wrath Zeus ΙΟ
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Page 186 - Unwept, and welter to the parching wind, Without the meed of some melodious tear. Begin then, Sisters of the sacred well, That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring; Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Page 210 - IF all the world and love were young, And truth in every shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love.
Page 194 - Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, "my dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain (The golden opes, the iron shuts amain). He shook his mitered locks, and stern bespake:— "How well could I have spared for thee, young Swain, Enow of such, as for their bellies' sake, Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold!
Page 256 - Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part ; My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart. ' Stay,...
Page 204 - Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief : 'Princess ! if our aged eyes Weep upon thy matchless wrongs, 'Tis because resentment ties All the terrors of our tongues. Rome shall perish, — write that word In the blood that she has spilt; Perish hopeless and abhorred, Deep in ruin as in guilt.
Page 208 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Page 196 - The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread; Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Page 238 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats; then brisk alights On the warm hearth; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is — Till, more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Page 198 - Ay me! Whilst thee the shores, and sounding Seas Wash far away, where'er thy bones are...
Page 222 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.