The Epigrammatists: A Selection from the Epigrammatic Literature of Ancient, Mediæval, and Modern Times. With Notes, Observations, Illustrations, and an IntroductionBell and Daldy, 1870 - 587 sider |
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... took no part in wars or political combinations , and did not seek to stir up their countrymen to patriotic deeds . They were actuated by love of learning rather than of nationality , and were consequently homogeneous in their thoughts ...
... took no part in wars or political combinations , and did not seek to stir up their countrymen to patriotic deeds . They were actuated by love of learning rather than of nationality , and were consequently homogeneous in their thoughts ...
Side xxx
... took the same tone . The influence of the theme of love on this style of literature becomes immediately apparent . The language is softened , the poetry smoother , the sentiments more refined . And whilst , as we have seen , the ...
... took the same tone . The influence of the theme of love on this style of literature becomes immediately apparent . The language is softened , the poetry smoother , the sentiments more refined . And whilst , as we have seen , the ...
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... took Martial for his pattern , but avoided his scurrility and coarseness . His epigrams are full of humour , and he often exposes a grievance with good - natured wit . The following , written in Latin as well as English , is a specimen ...
... took Martial for his pattern , but avoided his scurrility and coarseness . His epigrams are full of humour , and he often exposes a grievance with good - natured wit . The following , written in Latin as well as English , is a specimen ...
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... took his idea from the Greek : Could mournful sighs or floods of tears , prevent The ills unhappy men lament ; Could all the anguish of my mind Remove my cares , or make but Fortune kind ; Soon I'd the grateful tribute pay , And weep my ...
... took his idea from the Greek : Could mournful sighs or floods of tears , prevent The ills unhappy men lament ; Could all the anguish of my mind Remove my cares , or make but Fortune kind ; Soon I'd the grateful tribute pay , And weep my ...
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... took it for her own . And what , said she , does this bold painter mean ? When was I bathing thus , and naked seen ? Pleas'd Cupid heard , and check'd his mother's pride ; And who's blind now , mamma ? the urchin cried . " Tis Cloe's ...
... took it for her own . And what , said she , does this bold painter mean ? When was I bathing thus , and naked seen ? Pleas'd Cupid heard , and check'd his mother's pride ; And who's blind now , mamma ? the urchin cried . " Tis Cloe's ...
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Side 214 - O, who can hold a fire in his hand By thinking on the frosty Caucasus? Or cloy the hungry edge of appetite By bare imagination of a feast?
Side 237 - True, I talk of dreams ; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air, And more inconstant than the wind...
Side 160 - This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.
Side 458 - Visit her face too roughly. Heaven and earth ! Must I remember? why, she would hang on him, As if increase of appetite had grown By what it fed on; and yet, within a month, Let me not think on't: Frailty, thy name is woman! A little month, or ere those shoes were old With which she follow'd my poor father's body...
Side 166 - Nor the dejected haviour of the visage, Together with all forms, modes, shows of grief, That can denote me truly; These, indeed, seem, For they are actions that a man might play; But I have that within which passeth show; These, but the trappings and the suits of woe.
Side 267 - Three poets in three distant ages born, Greece, Italy, and England did adorn; The first in loftiness of thought surpassed, The next in majesty; in both the last. The force of Nature could no further go, To make a third she joined the former two.
Side 213 - With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly," death itself awakes ? Can'st thou, O partial sleep ! give thy repose To the wet sea-boy in an hour so rude ; And in the calmest and most stillest night, With all appliances and means to boot, Deny it to a king? Then, happy low, lie down ! Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
Side 202 - I'll tell you, friend! a wise man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobbler-like, the parson will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunella.
Side 330 - Life is a Jest, and all Things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it.
Side 539 - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me