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Anacreon. Drawn in ODES OF ANACREON , TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE , WITH. by Cuming , from original picture . Engraved by T. GILLET , PRINTER , Salisbury - fquare . NOX.
Anacreon. Drawn in ODES OF ANACREON , TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE , WITH. by Cuming , from original picture . Engraved by T. GILLET , PRINTER , Salisbury - fquare . NOX.
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Anacreon. ODES OF ANACREON , TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE , WITH NOTES . BY THOMAS MOORE , ESQ . OF THE MIDDLE TEMPLE . London : PRINTED FOR JOHN STOCKDALE , PICCADILLY . 1800 . Alr TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES . DOXO.
Anacreon. ODES OF ANACREON , TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH VERSE , WITH NOTES . BY THOMAS MOORE , ESQ . OF THE MIDDLE TEMPLE . London : PRINTED FOR JOHN STOCKDALE , PICCADILLY . 1800 . Alr TO HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS THE PRINCE OF WALES . DOXO.
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... verses on Belleau's translation of Anacreon , pretends to ima- gine that our bard did not feel as he wrote . Lyæum , Venerem , Cupidinemque Senex lusit Anacreon poeta . Sed quo tempore nec capaciores Rogabat cyathos , nec inquietis ...
... verses on Belleau's translation of Anacreon , pretends to ima- gine that our bard did not feel as he wrote . Lyæum , Venerem , Cupidinemque Senex lusit Anacreon poeta . Sed quo tempore nec capaciores Rogabat cyathos , nec inquietis ...
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... verses ( says Olaus Borrichius ) the ancients bestowed on him the epithets sweet , delicate , graceful , & c . " Dissertationes Academicæ , de poetis . Diss . 2. Scaliger again praises him in a pun ; speak- ing of the μos or ode ...
... verses ( says Olaus Borrichius ) the ancients bestowed on him the epithets sweet , delicate , graceful , & c . " Dissertationes Academicæ , de poetis . Diss . 2. Scaliger again praises him in a pun ; speak- ing of the μos or ode ...
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Achilles Tatius amorous Anacreon ancients Anthologia Athenæus Aulus Gellius Bacchus Barnes Bathyllus beauty bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers bowl breast breath brim brow Captain Catullus charms creon Cupid dance dart Degen divine drink Earl edition elegant epigram epithalamium epithet eyes feel fire flame flowers fragment girl glow goblet graces hæc hallow'd heart Hephaestion Horace hymn illuftrated imitated infant John kiss Longepierre lyre Madame Dacier maid Maximus Tyrius Monsieur Muses ne'er nymph o'er Philostratus poem poet Polycrates Price Quæ quaff quoted rose rosy Ruffia Sappho says Scaliger shade shed sigh sing sleep smile song soul sparkle STOCKDALE sweet tears of wine Teian tell thee thine Thomas THOMAS MOORE thou translation trembling Twas twine Vatican Venus vermil verses virgin wanton warm weeping wild wine wing youth δε εν Ερωτα και μεν μοι τε
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Page 249 - Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Page 166 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Page 138 - O mother ! — I am wounded through I die with pain— in sooth I do ! Stung by some little angry thing, Some serpent on a tiny wing — A bee it was — for once, I know, I heard a rustic call it so.
Page 91 - 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 i Since Nature's holy law is drinking ; I'll make the laws of nature mine, And pledge the universe in wine ! ODE XXII.
Page 162 - Rose, thou art the sweetest flower That ever drank the amber shower; Rose, thou art the fondest child Of dimpled Spring, the wood-nymph wild. Even the Gods, who walk the sky, Are amorous of thy scented sigh.
Page 190 - Jove would give the leafy bowers A queen for all their world of flowers, The rose would be the choice of Jove, And blush, the queen of every grove.
Page 132 - Whatever decks the velvet field, Whate'er the circling seasons yield, Whatever buds, whatever blows, For thee it buds, for thee it grows. Nor yet art thou the peasant's fear ; To him thy friendly notes are dear ; For thou art mild as matin dew...
Page 168 - While virgin Graces, warm with May, Fling roses o'er her dewy way. The murmuring billows of the deep Have languished into silent sleep ; And mark ! the flitting sea-birds lave Their plumes in the reflecting wave ; While cranes from hoary winter fly To flutter in a kinder sky.
Page 90 - Do villany, do, since you protest to do 't Like workmen. I 'll example you with thievery : The sun 'sa thief, and with his great attraction Robs the vast sea : the moon's an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun...
Page 126 - Can flowery breeze, or odour's breath, Affect the slumbering chill of death ? No, no ; I ask no balm to steep With fragrant tears my bed of sleep : But now, while every pulse is glowing, Now let me breathe the balsam flowing; Now let the rose with blush of fire, Upon my brow its scent expire ; And bring the nymph with floating eye, Oh ! she will teach me how to die...