Salaminia (Cyprus).: The History, Treasures, & Antiquities of Salamis in the Island of Cyprus |
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3-4ths inch long 5-8ths inch amphora amulet ancient antiquities archaic Aryballos Assyrian beads bears Birch body bowl British Museum bronze carved century B.C. chalcedony colour Cornelian Cypriote characters Cypriote Coin Cypriote Inscription Cypriote language Diota disk draped Ear-ring Early Cypriote earrings Egyptian elegant emblems Engraved Cylinder Evagoras examples excavations face female Finger-ring flute full-length figure glass gold Greek Hæmatite hair Hairpin Half-inch long handles head Hittite holding Hydria Idalium Inscribed iridescence island of Cyprus ivory Jasper King of Cyprus Lamp Larnaka Lawrence-Cesnola collection lion Mask moulded neck necklace Nicocreon objects ornaments Oval intaglio ox-head Paphian goddess Paphos patera pendant period Phoenician pierced scarabæus placed Plate xv probably Professor Sayce relics represented resembling ring Roman Salaminia Salamis sculptures sepulchral shape shewn shoulder side Silver similar specimens stamnos stands Steatite stone style Terra-cotta Terra-Cotta ib TERRA-COTTA STATUETTE tombs vases vessels wearing winged
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Page 102 - So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky...
Page 102 - Through the dear might of Him that walked 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.
Page 104 - In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or God, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower- by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love tears instead of dew.
Page 162 - And the foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones. The first foundation was jasper, the second, sapphire, the third, a chalcedony,- the fourth, an emerald, the fifth, sardonyx, the sixth, sardius,- the seventh, chrysolite, the eighth, beryl, the ninth, a topaz,- the tenth, a chrysoprasus,- the eleventh, a jacinth, the twelfth, an amethyst.
Page 32 - When thy wares went forth out of the seas, thou filledst many people ; thou didst enrich the kings of the earth with the multitude of thy riches and of thy merchandise.
Page 102 - Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear Compels me to disturb your season due; For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime, Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Page 32 - The merchants of Sheba and Raamah, they were thy merchants: they occupied in thy fairs with chief of all spices, and with all precious stones, and gold.
Page 104 - But now thy youngest, dearest one has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true-love tears instead of dew. Most musical of mourners, weep anew ! Thy extreme hope, the loveliest and the last, The bloom whose petals, nipped before they blew, Died on the promise of the fruit, is waste ; The broken lily lies — the storm is overpast.
Page 67 - ... therefore that the sepulchre be made sure until the third day, lest his disciples come by night, and steal him away, and say unto the people, He is risen from the dead: so the last error shall be worse than the first.
Page 307 - Cool, and palm-shaded from the torrid heat, The young brown tenor puts his singing by, And sets the twin pipe to his lips to try Some air of bulrush-glooms where lovers meet ; O swart musician, time and fame are fleet, Brief all delight, and youth's feet fain to fly ! Pipe on in peace ! To-morrow must we die ? What matter, if our life to-day be sweet ! Soon, soon, the silver paper-reeds that sigh Along the Sacred River will repeat The echo of the dark-stoled bearers...