Illustrated History of Ancient Literature, Oriental and ClassicalHarper & brothers, 1878 - 432 pages |
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... sweet perennial springs , All lovely with the lotuses and wild swans ' silver wings . I would not live in heaven itself , and thou , my love , away ; A thousand years with thee , my love , would seem one blissful day . Then take me with ...
... sweet perennial springs , All lovely with the lotuses and wild swans ' silver wings . I would not live in heaven itself , and thou , my love , away ; A thousand years with thee , my love , would seem one blissful day . Then take me with ...
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... Streams are white with silver wings Of the swans that autumn brings . Lakes are sweet with opening flowers ; Gardens , gay with jasmine bowers ; EXTRACT FROM KÂLIDÂSA'S SEASONS . While the woods , to 46 SANSCRIT LITERATURE .
... Streams are white with silver wings Of the swans that autumn brings . Lakes are sweet with opening flowers ; Gardens , gay with jasmine bowers ; EXTRACT FROM KÂLIDÂSA'S SEASONS . While the woods , to 46 SANSCRIT LITERATURE .
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... sweet , Many troops of maidens meet . Many a pleasant tale they tell Of the youths that love them well ; Of the word ... sweet unrest Wooingly disturb her breast . As the breezes fresh and cool From the lilies on the pool , Sweet with ...
... sweet , Many troops of maidens meet . Many a pleasant tale they tell Of the youths that love them well ; Of the word ... sweet unrest Wooingly disturb her breast . As the breezes fresh and cool From the lilies on the pool , Sweet with ...
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... sweet art of love , whatever is graceful in the strains of poetry - all that let the happy and wise learn from the songs of Jayadeva . " Whittier has furnished us the following spirited version of a Hindoo lyric by a poet who flourished ...
... sweet art of love , whatever is graceful in the strains of poetry - all that let the happy and wise learn from the songs of Jayadeva . " Whittier has furnished us the following spirited version of a Hindoo lyric by a poet who flourished ...
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... sweet Sirisha blossom should be twined Behind her ear , its perfumed crest depending Toward her cheek ; and resting on her bosom , A lotus - fibre necklace , soft and bright As an autumnal moonbeam , should be traced . ” 53 While gazing ...
... sweet Sirisha blossom should be twined Behind her ear , its perfumed crest depending Toward her cheek ; and resting on her bosom , A lotus - fibre necklace , soft and bright As an autumnal moonbeam , should be traced . ” 53 While gazing ...
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Page 77 - For a man to sacrifice to a spirit which does not belong to him is flattery." 2. "To see what is right and not to do it, is want of courage.
Page 79 - What a man dislikes in his superiors, let him not display in the treatment of his inferiors, ; what he dislikes in inferiors, let him not display in the service of his superiors...
Page 164 - No ; men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain : These constitute a state...
Page 59 - Let no man think lightly of evil, saying in his heart, It will not come near unto me. Even by the falling of water-drops a water-pot is filled; the fool becomes full of evil, even if he gathers it little by little.
Page 168 - One may see by what is left of them, that she followed nature in all her thoughts, without descending to those little points, conceits, and turns of wit, with which many of our modern lyrics are so miserably infected. Her soul seems to have been made up of love and poetry : she felt the passion in all its warmth, and, described it in all its symptoms.
Page 145 - O Jupiter and all ye deities, Vouchsafe that this my son may yet become Among the Trojans eminent like me, And nobly rule in Ilium. May they say, 'This man is greater than his father was!' When they behold him from the battlefield Bring back the bloody spoil of the slain foe, That so his mother may be glad at heart.
Page 89 - ... The poetical conformation of the sentences, which has been so often alluded to as characteristic of the Hebrew poetry, consists chiefly in a certain equality, resemblance, or parallelism between the members of each period ; so that in two lines (or members of the same period) things for the most part shall answer to things, and words to words, as if fitted to each other by a kind of rule or measure.
Page 169 - O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. "In dewy damps my limbs were chilled; My blood with gentle horrors thrilled; My feeble pulse forgot to play, I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Page 170 - Thou once didst leave almighty Jove, And all the golden roofs above : The car thy wanton sparrows drew, Hovering in air they lightly flew ; As to my bower they wing'd their way, 1 saw their quivering pinions play.
Page 246 - Then he turned to us, and added with a smile: — I can not make Crito believe that I am the same Socrates who has been talking and conducting the argument; he fancies that I am the other Socrates whom he will soon see, a dead body — and he asks, How shall he bury me? And though...