The Comedies of Aristophanes, Volume 1 (Google eBook)

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H.G. Bohn, 1853 - Drama
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Page 307 - Here's flowers for you: Hot lavender, mints, savory, marjoram ; The marigold, that goes to bed with the sun, And with him rises, weeping; these are flowers Of middle summer, and I think they are given To men of middle age.
Page 329 - Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid all arm'd ; a certain aim he took , At a fair vestal, throned by the west; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts : But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft...
Page 329 - I saw young Harry, with his beaver on, His cuisses on his thighs, gallantly arm'd, Rise from the ground like feather'd Mercury, And vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an angel dropp'd down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus, And witch the world with noble horsemanship.
Page 310 - AWAKE ! awake! Sleep no more, my gentle mate ! With your tiny tawny bill, Wake the tuneful echo shrill, On vale or hill; Or in her airy, rocky seat, Let her listen and repeat The tender ditty that you tell, The sad lament, The dire event, To luckless Itys that befell.
Page 98 - Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil the vines: for our vines have tender grapes.
Page 130 - ... fellow, says, it looks for all the world like a flock of sheep, and foretells plenty ; and all the while it is nothing but a shining cloud, by its own mobility, and the activity of a wind cast into a contingent and inartificial shape.
Page 171 - O ye who patiently explore The wreck of Herculanean lore, What rapture ! could ye seize Some Theban fragment, or unroll One precious, tender-hearted scroll Of pure Simonides.
Page 176 - I'll be wise hereafter, And seek for grace : What a thrice-double ass Was I, to take this drunkard for a god, And worship this dull fool ? Pro.
Page 356 - No workman steel, no ponderous axes rung ! Like some tall palm the noiseless fabric sprung.
Page 340 - That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.

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