Poetische Personification in griechischen Dichtungen mit berücksichtigung lateinischer Dichter und Shakspere's, Volume 1

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Verlag der Buchhandlung des Waisenhauses, 1868 - Greek language - 286 pages

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Δόμος δώμα θάλαμος domus hall house torus bed cradle Νηός τέμενος temple βωμός Κήπος λειμών regio σπήλυγξ άντρον antrum
góvos und Composita throne enthroned
Αρμα δίφρος ίππος und Composita όχημα currus quadriga Χαλινός ζυγόν rota wheel Κέντρον μάστιξ fagellum
Τόξον ξίφος Sword βέλος lance λίθος Λόφος αιγίς ασπίς clypeus Flag
Δίκτυον άρκυς plaga laqueus πέδη δεσμός catena Mace
Clavus ήλος Αμάν metere Scythe sickle Μάκελλα fan Πέλεκυς axe Shears Purse Πλάστιγξ τάλαντον Πηδά λιον οίαξ gubernaculum Κερκίς stamen Κύλ...
Ανήρ άνθρωπος woman
Bride to woo to betroth
Maritus maritare nubere conjux νυμφεύειν γάμος γαμείν to wed to marry γυνή νύμφη σύλλεκτρος
Πατήρ γενέτωρ pater father sire πάππος forefather
Τίκτειν und Composita τεκνούσθαι γεννών λοχεύειν gignere
γόνος έκγονος child Son babe baby
ft69 Νόθος bastard
Αδελφός αυτοκασίγνητος frater brother διδυμάων twin
Παρθένος und Composita κόρη virgo maidenhead maiden
Hβάν ηβάσκειν juvenis youth youthful child childhood
Διψήν δίιψιος πολυδίιψιος διψηρός διψαλέος sitire siti
Κοιμάν κοιμίζειν μετακοιμίζειν ευνάζειν κατευνάζειν
Eyeiqziv und Composita to awake to waken to rise from
Klaielv daxqúelv lacrimare lacrima flere to weep tear
Nooziv vóoos vóonua aegrotare aegrotus morbus to sicken
Ovňoxeiv und Composita mori to die death

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