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amorous Anacreon ancients Anthologia Antipater Athenaeus Aulus Gellius Bacchus Barnes Bathyllus beam beauty blest bliss bloom blushing bosom bowers bowl breast breath brow Catullus charms Cupid dance dart dear death Degen delicate divine dream drink e'er epigram epithalamium Eurypyle fair fancy feel fire flame flew flowers fragment girl glance glow goblet grace hallow'd heart Heaven Hephaestion hour hymn imitated Julia kcci kiss ktti Longepierre Love's luxuriant lyre Madame Dacier maid Maximus Tyrius mind Monsieur Muses ne'er never night nymph o'er Philostratus Plato poem poet rapture Rosa rose rosy rove Rupert Sappho says Scaliger seem'd shade shed sigh sing sleep slumber smile song soul steal sweet sweetest tear tears of wine Teian tell thee thine thou thought Tibullus translation trembling Twas twine Venus vermil verses wanton warm weep wild wine wing young youth
Page 221 - Eximia veste et victu convivia, ludi, pocula crebra, unguenta coronae serta parantur, nequiquam, quoniam medio de fonte leporum surgit amari aliquid quod in ipsis floribus angat...
Page 94 - Or like those envious pearls that show So faintly round that neck of snow. Yes, I would be a happy gem. Like them to hang, to fade like them. What more would thy Anacreon be ? Oh, anything that touches thee ! Nay, sandals for those airy feet — Thus to be press'd by thee were sweet ! ODE XXIII.
Page 159 - Olympus' bowers ; Whose virgin blush, of chasten'd dye, Enchants so much our mortal eye. When pleasure's bloomy season glows, The Graces love to twine the rose ; The rose...
Page 313 - Thou'lt still be young for me. And, as thy lips the tear-drop chase Which on my cheek they find, So hope shall steal away the trace...
Page 117 - The dying embers' cheering blaze; Press from his dank and clinging hair The crystals of the freezing air, And in my hand and bosom hold His little fingers thrilling cold. And now the embers...
Page 91 - The vapours which at evening weep Are beverage to the swelling deep ; And when the rosy sun appears, He drinks the ocean's misty tears. The moon too quaffs her paly stream Of lustre from the solar beam. Then, hence with all your sober thinking i Since Nature's holy law is drinking ; I'll make the laws of nature mine, And pledge the universe in wine ! ODE XXII.
Page 139 - 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. Cupid, too, in Paphian shades, His hair with rosy fillet braids, When with the blushing, sister Graces, The wanton winding dance he traces.
Page 291 - A REFLECTION AT SEA. SEE how, beneath the moonbeam's smile, Yon little billow heaves its breast, And foams and sparkles for a while, And murmuring then subsides to rest. Thus man, the sport of bliss and care, Rises on Time's eventful sea, And, having swelled a moment there, Thus melts into eternity ! A CHALLENGE.