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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Page 319 - 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 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 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 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.
Page 492 - But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her, for her hair is given her for a covering.
Page 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.
Page 436 - 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.