Translations Chiefly from the Greek Anthology: With Tales and Miscellaneous PoemsR. Phillips, 1806 - 233 psl. |
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... Plutarch , all of whom appeal to them , as to sure and undisputed authority . Scarce- ly was a trophy consecrated , or a city de- pressed by the vicissitudes of fortune and of war , without some Epigram recording the event , and the ...
... Plutarch , all of whom appeal to them , as to sure and undisputed authority . Scarce- ly was a trophy consecrated , or a city de- pressed by the vicissitudes of fortune and of war , without some Epigram recording the event , and the ...
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... Περι των 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.
... Περι των 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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... Plutarch . " the constant wor- shipper , the chief priest of the God of Love , who , like some universal spirit , per- vaded and connected all his works . " his love was so refined , and his voluptu- ousness so guarded by delicacy ...
... Plutarch . " the constant wor- shipper , the chief priest of the God of Love , who , like some universal spirit , per- vaded and connected all his works . " his love was so refined , and his voluptu- ousness so guarded by delicacy ...
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... Plutarch and other writers . This end he kept in view " unmixed with baser matter , " and . by a sort of Indarayan , by an equal exertion of force and persuasion , commanded the hearts of his readers and auditors . And yet the fragments ...
... Plutarch and other writers . This end he kept in view " unmixed with baser matter , " and . by a sort of Indarayan , by an equal exertion of force and persuasion , commanded the hearts of his readers and auditors . And yet the fragments ...
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... Plutarch in his life , answering the advice of one of his followers to put an end to his existence , is full of the most genuine courage , and the noblest elevation of soul . Banished from his country which he adored , which he had in ...
... Plutarch in his life , answering the advice of one of his followers to put an end to his existence , is full of the most genuine courage , and the noblest elevation of soul . Banished from his country which he adored , which he had in ...
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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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127 psl. - For others' good, or melt at others' woe. What can atone (oh, ever injur'd shade !) Thy fate unpitied, and thy rites unpaid ? No friend's complaint, no kind domestic tear Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy mournful bier. By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honour'd, and by strangers mourn'd!
159 psl. - With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I'll sweeten thy sad grave : Thou shalt not lack The flower, that's like thy face, pale primrose ; nor The azur'd hare-bell, like thy veins; no, nor The leaf of eglantine, whom not to slander, Out-sweetened not thy breath...
147 psl. - Tell her that's young, And shuns to have her graces spied. That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired; Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush so to be admired. Then die, that she The common fate of all things rare May read in thee; How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair.
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167 psl. - But the souls of the righteous are in the hand of God, and there shall no torment touch them. In the sight of the unwise they seemed to die: and their departure is taken for misery. And their going from us to be utter destruction: but they are in peace.
166 psl. - For God created man to be immortal, and made him to be an image of his own eternity. Nevertheless, through envy of the devil came death into the world : and they that do hold of his side do find it.
24 psl. - I'll wreath my sword in myrtle bough, The sword that laid the tyrant low, When patriots, burning to be free, To Athens gave equality. " Harmodius, hail ! though reft of breath, Thou ne'er shall feel the stroke of death! The heroes' happy isles shall be The bright abode allotted thee.
155 psl. - The knell, the shroud, the mattock, and the grave; The deep damp vault, the darkness, and the worm; These are the bugbears of a winter's eve, The terrors of the living, not the dead.
23 psl. - All human things are subject to decay : And well the man of Chios tuned his lay — ' Like leaves on trees the race of man is found ; ' Yet few receive the melancholy sound, Or in their breasts imprint this solemn truth, For hope is near to all, but most to youth. Hope's vernal season leads the laughing hours, And strews o'er every path the fairest flowers : To cloud the scene, no distant mists appear ; Age moves no thought, and death awakes no fear. Ah ! how unmindful is the giddy...