The Odes of PindarHenry G. Bohn, 1852 - 434 pagina's |
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Pagina 217 - 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?
Pagina 166 - Of depth immeasurable : anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Pagina 303 - 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.
Pagina 303 - 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 252 - 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.
Pagina 172 - The schools of ancient sages ; his who bred Great Alexander to subdue the world, Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next : There...
Pagina 301 - 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.
Pagina 303 - Imperial rule of all the sea-girt Isles That, like to rich and various gems, inlay The unadorned bosom of the Deep...
Pagina 178 - No less he knows The day fast comes when all men must depart, And pay for present pride in future woes. The deeds that frantic mortals do In this disorder'd nook of Jove's domain, All meet their meed; and there's a Judge below Whose hateful doom inflicts th