Scriptores Erotici Gręci: The Greek Romances of Heliodorus, Longus and Achilles Tatius; Comprising The Ethiopics, Or Adventures of Theagenes and Chariclea ...
Bell, 1889 - 511 pages
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Achaemenes Achilles Tatius appeared arms arrived Arsace Bagoas beauty began brought Calasiris called captives Chariclea Charicles Clinias Clitopho Cnemon command concealed cried Cybele Daphnis and Chloe daughter death deity delight desire Dryas Egyptian embraced endeavoured enemy escape Ethiopian exclaimed eyes father favour fear flocks flowers fortune gave give goats gods Greek grief Gymnosophists hand hear heard honour hope Hydaspes inquired king kiss Lamon Leucippe lover maiden manner marriage Melitta Menelaus mind misfortunes mistress Mithranes Myrtale Nausicles night Nile Nymphs Oroondates passion pastoral Persians Persina Petosiris Philetas pipe pirates Portrait present preserved promised received replied retired returned sacred sacrifice sail seized sheep shew sight slave soon Sosthenes Sostratus stranger suffer sword Syene Tatius tears temple Theagenes Thersander Thisbe thou thought Thyamis tokens took Trachinus Trans vessel vols wish woman wound young youth Zacynthus
Page 317 - This is the prettiest low-born lass that ever Ran on the green-sward : nothing she does or seems But smacks of something greater than herself, Too noble for this place.
Page 457 - Subtle as sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair ; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs ; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Page 375 - Drink to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Page 490 - But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her, for her hair is given her for a covering.
Page 425 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.
Page 434 - Romeo: and when he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Page 515 - English Revolution of 1640. From the Accession of Charles I. to his Death.