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Achilles Agamemnon answer Atreus aught bear brave bring broad called Chapter chief child comes Daphnis dark dear death dreams earth eyes face fair fear fell flocks gave gift give gods Greeks green hand hath head hear heard heart heaven host hour King knew land leave light lips live look Lord maid Maiden mighty mind morn ne'er neath never night o'er once pass pipe play prayer range rest rich rose round seas ships side sing sire sleep smile soft song sons soul spake spring stand stood sweet tell thee thine thing thou thought translation turn unto verse voice woods young Zeus
Sivu 442 - The dew shall weep thy fall to-night ; For thou must die. Sweet Rose, whose hue, angry and brave, Bids the rash gazer wipe his eye, Thy root is ever in its grave, And thou must die. Sweet Spring, full of sweet days and roses, A box where sweets compacted lie, My music shows ye have your closes, And all must die.
Sivu 484 - O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink : Companion of the...
Sivu 438 - And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle.
Sivu 454 - Wisely regardful of the embroiling sky, In joyless fields and thorny thickets leaves His shivering mates, and pays to trusted man His annual visit. Half afraid, he first Against the window beats ; then, brisk, alights On the warm hearth ; then, hopping o'er the floor, Eyes all the smiling family askance, And pecks, and starts, and wonders where he is ; Till more familiar grown, the table-crumbs Attract his slender feet.
Sivu 462 - I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung...
Sivu 452 - Tis brightness all ; save where the new snow melts Along the mazy current. Low the woods Bow their hoar head ; and ere the languid sun, Faint from the west, emits his evening ray, Earth's universal face, deep hid and chill, Is one wild dazzling waste, that buries wide The works of man.
Sivu 444 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn fields, And thinking of the days that are no more.
Sivu xxxiii - For we were nursed upon the self-same hill, Fed the same flock by fountain, shade, and rill.