The Odes of Pindar: Literally Translated Into English Prose

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Bell & Daldy, 1872 - Athletics - 434 pages
 

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Page 301 - If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Page 166 - Of depth immeasurable : anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Page 301 - A blank, my lord. She never told her love, But let concealment, like a worm i' the bud, Feed on her damask cheek: she pined in thought, And with a green and yellow melancholy She sat like patience on a monument, Smiling at grief.
Page 293 - Awaiting what command their mighty chief Had to impose : he through the armed files Darts his experienced eye, and soon traverse The whole battalion views, their order due, * Their visages and stature as of gods ; Their number last he sums. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardening in his strength Glories...
Page 215 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resign'd, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Page xiv - Sovereign of the willing soul, Parent of sweet and solemn-breathing airs, Enchanting shell ! the sullen Cares And frantic Passions hear thy soft control. On...
Page 170 - The schools of ancient sages ; his who bred Great Alexander to subdue the world, Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next : There...
Page 287 - They that are delivered from the noise of archers in the places of drawing water, there shall they rehearse the righteous acts of the Lord...
Page 299 - But is it in destroying and pulling down that skill is displayed? Your mob can do this as well at least as your assemblies. The shallowest understanding, the rudest hand, is more than equal to that task.
Page 250 - Then, crowned again, their golden harps they took, Harps ever tuned, that glittering by their side Like quivers hung, and with preamble sweet Of charming symphony they introduce Their sacred song, and waken raptures high : No voice exempt, no voice but well could join Melodious part, such concord is in heaven.

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