Translations Chiefly from the Greek Anthology: With Tales and Miscellaneous PoemsR. Phillips, 1806 - 233 psl. |
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... αναθηματων ἐν Λακεδαίμονι , ” and “ Περι των ἐν Δελφοίς θησαυρών , ” have furnished Athenæus and Plutarch with quotations and illustra- tions of times that had long elapsed .. But Meleager , * the Syrian , who flou- rished xiii.
... αναθηματων ἐν Λακεδαίμονι , ” and “ Περι των ἐν Δελφοίς θησαυρών , ” have furnished Athenæus and Plutarch with quotations and illustra- tions of times that had long elapsed .. But Meleager , * the Syrian , who flou- rished xiii.
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... Meleager , far different from the ten- der and affecting collector of the first An- thologia , seems to have been intended . It would appear impossible , that he , who so eloquently pourtrays the softer passions of * An old Greek ...
... Meleager , far different from the ten- der and affecting collector of the first An- thologia , seems to have been intended . It would appear impossible , that he , who so eloquently pourtrays the softer passions of * An old Greek ...
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... Meleager , who not only imitated , but equalled the biting and barking Cynic of Gadara in wit and acrimony ; and Athenæus mentions a cynic by the name of Meleager , but in such a manner , that he seems almost to be mak- ing a ...
... Meleager , who not only imitated , but equalled the biting and barking Cynic of Gadara in wit and acrimony ; and Athenæus mentions a cynic by the name of Meleager , but in such a manner , that he seems almost to be mak- ing a ...
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... Meleager form of them- selves a contrast to this description . They bespeak a mind woven of the finest texture , shaded , but not darkened by melancholy ; easily affected by change of place or season ; soft and pliable to a guilty ...
... Meleager form of them- selves a contrast to this description . They bespeak a mind woven of the finest texture , shaded , but not darkened by melancholy ; easily affected by change of place or season ; soft and pliable to a guilty ...
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... Meleager seem to fix the era in which he flourished . In one he commemorates the fall of Corinth ; in ano- ther he endeavours to explain the emble- matical figures of a cock supporting a branch of palm and a die , on the tomb of ...
... Meleager seem to fix the era in which he flourished . In one he commemorates the fall of Corinth ; in ano- ther he endeavours to explain the emble- matical figures of a cock supporting a branch of palm and a die , on the tomb of ...
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abbot Agathias amorous Anacreon antient Antipater ANTIPATER OF SIDON banquet bard beauty beneath blest bloom blushing breast breath brow charm'd Cleombrotus cold Corinth dark dead death delight E'en epigram EPITAPH Euripides eyes fair fancy fate fear flow flowers fragments fragrance funeral garlands gloomy glow golden slumbers grace grave Grecian Greece Greek GREEK ANTHOLOGY grief heart heroes honour hour howl Ibycus immortal Janet's Jove labour light living lover lyre maid melancholy Meleager memory Menander Menippus Mimnermus moral mournful muse Nature's never night NOTE nymphs o'er PAUL THE SILENTIARY plain pleasure Plutarch poem poet poetry pow'r preserved pride Rhuddlan rose round Sappho shade shore sigh sight sleep smile soft song soon sorrow soul Spring sweet sweet noises tear tender thee thine thou thro toil tomb translation trembling Venus wave weep wild winds wine youth
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