Anthologia graeca: passages from the Greek poetsG. Bell, 1874 - 445 σελίδες |
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ἀεὶ αἱ αἰεὶ ἀλλ ἀλλὰ ἄλλος ἀμφὶ ἂν ἀνὰ ἀνδρῶν ἀνὴρ ἀνθρώπων ἀπ ἀπὸ ἄρ ἄρα αὖ αὐτὰρ αὐτὸν αὐτὸς αὐτοῦ αὐτῷ αὐτῶν Αχαιῶν γαῖαν γὰρ γε δὲ δὲ καὶ δέ μοι δὴ διὰ Διὸς ἐγὼ εἰ εἶναι εἰς ἐκ ἐμοὶ ἐμὸν ἐν ἔνθ ἔνθα ἐνὶ ἐξ ἐπ ἐπεὶ ἔπειτα ἐπὶ ἔργα ἐς ἐστι ἐστὶν ἔτ ἔτι εὖ ἔχει ἔχων Ζεὺς ἠδὲ ἤδη ἦν θεοὶ θεῶν θυμὸν θυμῷ καὶ καὶ γὰρ καλὸν κατὰ μὲν μετὰ μὴ μιν νῦν οἱ ὃν ὅπως ὃς ὅστις ὅτ ὅταν ὅτε οὐ οὐ γὰρ οὐδ οὐδὲ οὐδὲν οὐκ οὖν οὔτ οὔτε οὐχ πάντα παρὰ πατὴρ πατρὸς περὶ πολλὰ πρὶν πρὸς πρῶτον πῶς σοὶ σὺ σὺν τὰ τὰν τὰς ταῦτ ταῦτα τῇ τὴν τῆς τί τὸ τοι τοῖς τὸν τοῦ τοὺς τοῦτο τῷ τῶν ὕδωρ ὑπ ὑπὸ χερσὶν ὧν ὡς ὥσπερ
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 401 - By foreign hands thy dying eyes were closed, By foreign hands thy decent limbs composed, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorned, By strangers honoured and by strangers mourned...
Σελίδα 429 - Yet wherefore? Quench within their burning bed Thy fiery tears, and let thy loud heart keep Like his a mute and uncomplaining sleep; For he is gone where all things wise and fair Descend. Oh, dream not that the amorous Deep Will yet restore him to the vital air; Death feeds on his mute voice, and laughs at our despair.
Σελίδα 417 - When I read the several dates of the tombs, of" some that died yesterday, and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.
Σελίδα 378 - I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the topmast, The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O...
Σελίδα 426 - O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. For now the noonday quiet holds the hill : The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard, with his shadow on the stone, Rests like a shadow, and the winds are dead.
Σελίδα 367 - Or, though they came with the rest in ships that bound through the waters, Dare they not enter the fight or stand in the council of Heroes, All for fear of the shame and the taunts my crime has awakened ? So said she : — they long since in Earth's soft arms were reposing. There, in their own dear land, their Fatherland, Lacedaemon.
Σελίδα 373 - A sylvan nook it was, grown round with trees, Poplars, and elms, and odorous cypresses, In which all birds of ample wing, the owl And hawk had nests, and broad-tongued waterfowl. The cave in front was spread with a green vine, Whose dark round bunches almost burst with wine ; And from four springs, running a sprightly race, Four fountains clear and crisp refreshed the place ; While all about a meadowy ground was seen, Of violets mingling with the parsley green.
Σελίδα 379 - Got you that speckled shell ? Thus much I know, You must come home with me and be my guest ; You will give joy to me, and I will do All that is in my power to honour you.
Σελίδα 421 - THOU wert the morning star among the living, Ere thy fair light had fled ; Now, having died, thou art as Hesperus, giving New splendour to the dead.
Σελίδα 435 - WHILE on the cliff with calm delight she kneels, And the blue vales a thousand joys recall,, See, to the last, last verge her infant steals ! O fly — yet stir not, speak not, lest it fall. Far better taught, she lays her bosom bare, And the fond boy springs back to nestle there.