Odes of Anacreon, Volume 2J. Carpenter, 1820 |
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Achilles Tatius amorous Anacreon Anthologia Antipater Athenæus Bacchus banquet Barnes beauty bliss bloom blushing bowers breath brim brow Brunck Catullus charms creon dance death Degen divine dream drink e'er elegant epigram epithalamium Eurypyle eyes feel festive flies flowers garland glow goblet golden Graces hallow'd harp heart Hephaestion Horace hymn illume imitated impassion'd kiss Lesbia Longepierre luxuriant lyre Madame Dacier maid mirth Muse Muse's nectar nectar'd bowl numbers nuptial nymph o'er Philostratus Pierius Pindar pinion poem poet Queen quoted rose rosy sage Sappho says shade shed sigh sing sleep smile song soul sparkling Suidas sweet sweetest swell Tartessian tear tears of wine Teian thee Theocritus thine thou tomb translation twine Venus verses virgin voluptuous Vossius wanton warm weep wild wine wing young Desire youth Ανακρέοντα δε εις εκ εν και μεν τε το ὡς ὁ
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Page 36 - 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. Now the genial star of day Dissolves the murky clouds away ; And cultured field, and winding stream, Are freshly glittering in his beam.
Page 34 - But, look, the morn in russet mantle clad, Walks o'er the dew of yon high eastern hill.
Page 30 - 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 63 - Tis sweet to hold the infant stems, Yet dropping with Aurora's gems, And fresh inhale the spicy sighs That from the weeping buds arise. When revel reigns, when mirth is high, And Bacchus beams in every eye, Our rosy fillets scent exhale, And fill with balm the fainting gale ! Oh ! there is nought in nature bright, Where roses do not shed their light...
Page 126 - Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris. Nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.
Page 61 - 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 65 - 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 36 - 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. Now the genial star of day Dissolves the murky clouds away ; And cultured field, and winding stream, Are sweetly tissued by his beam.
Page 45 - If with Water you fill up your glasses, You'll never write any thing wise ; For Wine is the horse of Parnassus, Which hurries a bard to the skies.
Page 64 - Cytherea's form it glows, And mingles with the living snows. The rose distils a healing balm, The beating pulse of pain to calm ; Preserves the cold inurned clay, And mocks the vestige of decay...