Odes of Anacreon, tr. into Engl. verse, with notes, by T. Moore1804 |
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Achilles Tatius amorous Anacreon Anthologia Antipater Athenæus Aulus Gellius Bacchus Barnes Bathyllus beauty bloom bluſhing bofom bowl breaſt breath brow Catullus charms Cupid dance defire Degen deſcription divine drink epigram epithalamium Eurypyle expreffion eyes faid fame fays feel feftive fhade fhall fhould figh fimplicity fing fire firſt fleep flowers flumber fmile fome fong foul fpirit fragment ftill ftream fubject fuch fweet fwell glow goblet grace heart himſelf imitated kifs Longepierre lyre Madame Dacier maid Maximus Tyrius Monfieur moſt Mufes muſt numbers nymph o'er ODE ODE paffage Plato pleaſure poem poet Polycrates praiſe preferved reft rofe rofy roſe Sappho ſays Scaliger ſhall ſhed ſome ſparkle ſtill ſweet tears of wine Teian thee thefe Theocritus theſe thine thofe thoſe thou tranflation twine Venus verfes vermil Voffius wanton whofe whoſe wine wing youth δε εν και μεν τε
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Page 89 - See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand ! Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand, That I might touch that cheek ! Jul.
Page 195 - I love thee and hate thee, but if I can tell The cause of my love and my hate, may I die. I can feel it, alas! I can feel it too well, That I love thee and hate thee, but cannot tell why.
Page 112 - Love ! the little wandering sprite, His pinion sparkled through the night ! I knew him by his bow and dart ; I knew him by my fluttering heart ! I take him in, and fondly raise The dying embers...
Page 174 - ODE LXII. FILL me, boy, as deep a draught, As e'er was fill'd, as e'er was quaff'd ; But let the water amply flow, To cool the grape's intemperate glow...
Page 155 - The rose distils a healing balm, The beating pulse of pain to calm ; Preserves the cold inurned clay, And mocks the vestige of decay : And when at length, in pale decline, Its florid beauties fade and pine, Sweet as in youth, its balmy breath Diffuses odour e'en in death ! Oh!
Page 93 - She gave the lion fangs of terror, And, on the ocean's crystal mirror, Taught the unnumber'd scaly throng To trace their liquid path along ; While for the umbrage of the grove, She plumed the warbling world of love.
Page 115 - Tis he who tunes thy minstrelsy. Unworn by age's dim decline, The fadeless blooms of youth are thine. Melodious insect ! child of earth ! In wisdom mirthful, wise in mirth ; Exempt from every weak decay, That withers vulgar frames away ; With not a drop of blood to stain The current of thy purer vein ; So blest an age is pass'd by thee, Thou seem'st — a little deity ! ODE XXXV.
Page 67 - Burnish'd as the ivory bright. Let her eyebrows sweetly rise In jetty arches o'er her eyes, Gently in a crescent gliding, Just commingling, just dividing. But hast thou any sparkles warm. The lightning of her eyes to form ? Let them effuse the azure ray With which Minerva's glances play, And give them all that liquid fire That Venus
Page 114 - And chirp thy song with such a glee, That happiest kings may envy thee. Whatever decks the velvet field, Whate'er the circling seasons yield, Whatever buds, whatever blows, For thee it buds, for thee it grows.
Page 42 - As late I sought the spangled bowers, To cull a wreath of matin flowers, Where many an early rose was weeping, I found the urchin Cupid sleeping. I caught the boy, a goblet's tide Was richly mantling by my side ; I caught him by his downy wing, And whelm'd him in the racy spring.