The Greek Romances of Heliodorus, Longus, and Achilles Tatius: Comprising the Ethiopics : Or, Adventures of Theagenes and Chariclea ; The Pastoral Amours of Daphnis and Chloe; and The Loves of Clitopho and Leucippe

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Rowland Smith
G. Bell and Sons, 1889 - 511 pagini

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Pagina 445 - Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on...
Pagina 427 - 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.
Pagina 365 - He who hath bent him o'er the dead Ere the first day of Death is fled, The first dark day of Nothingness, The last of Danger and Distress, (Before Decay's effacing fingers Have swept the lines where Beauty lingers...
Pagina 162 - Fie, fie upon her! There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, Nay, her foot speaks ; her wanton spirits look out At every joint and motive of her body.
Pagina 459 - 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 Make heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Pagina 494 - But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her, for her hair is given her for a covering.
Pagina 142 - I may scape, I will preserve myself: and am bethought To take the basest and most poorest shape, That ever penury, in contempt of man, Brought near to beast...
Pagina 278 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Pagina 377 - 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.
Pagina 45 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.

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