A Pictorial History of Greece: Ancient and ModernHuntington & Savage, 1849 - 370 Seiten |
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Seite 367 - They fought like brave men, long and well; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered — but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Seite 70 - THOU, of all creation blest, Sweet insect ! that delight'st to rest Upon the wild wood's leafy tops, To drink the dew that morning drops, And chirp thy song with such a glee, That happiest kings may envy thee ! Whatever decks the velvet field, Whate'er the circling seasons yield, Whatever buds, whatever blows, For thee it buds, for thee it grows. Nor yet art thou the peasant's fear, To him thy friendly notes are dear ; For...
Seite 55 - Of sounding brass ; the polish'd axle, steel. Eight brazen spokes in radiant order flame; The circles gold, of uncorrupted frame, Such as the heavens produce : and round the gold Two brazen rings of work divine were roll'd. The bossy naves of solid silver shone; Braces of gold suspend the moving throne : The car, behind, an arching figure bore ; The bending concave form'd an arch before. Silver the beam, the' extended yoke was gold, And golden reins the
Seite 283 - Know that a son is born to us. We thank the gods, not so much for their gift, as for bestowing it at a time when Aristotle lives. We -assure ourselves that you will form him a prince, worthy of his father, and worthy of Macedon'.
Seite 77 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along the pathless coast, — The desert and illimitable air, — Lone wandering, but not lost.
Seite 355 - Being presented at a feast with a large goblet of wine, he threw it upon the ground. When blamed for wasting so much good liquor, he answered, " Had I drunk it, there would have been double waste ; I as well as the wine would have been lost.
Seite 239 - Socrates was to drink the poison. His family and friends assembled early, to spend the last hours with him. Xanthippe, his wife, was much affected, and showed her grief by loud cries. Socrates made a sign to Crito to have her removed, as he wished to spend his last moments in tranquillity. He then talked with his friends first about his poem, then concerning suicide, and lastly concerning the immortality of the soul.
Seite 70 - Whatever decks the velvet field, Whate'er the circling seasons yield, Whatever buds, whatever blows, For thee it buds, for thee it grows. Nor yet art thou the peasant's fear, To him thy friendly notes are dear ; For thou art mild as matin dew...
Seite 46 - He, whose all-conscious eyes the world behold, The eternal Thunderer sat, enthroned in gold. High heaven the footstool of his feet he makes, And wide beneath him all Olympus shakes.
Seite 81 - When from the mountain tops, with hideous cry, And clattering wings the hungry Harpies fly: They snatch the meat, defiling all they find, And, parting, leave a loathsome stench behind.