 | English literature - 1915 - 632 pages
...thy child and mine ; Thy tender trillings his name prolong With the liquid note of thy tawny throat ; Through the leafy curls of the woodbine sweet The...high Of immortal Gods, a divine reply To the tones of the witching melody.' Before such work criticism is dumb ; and all discussion as to what good translation... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - English literature - 1915 - 642 pages
...child and mine ; Thy tender trillings his name prolong AVith the liquid note of thy tawny throat ; Through the leafy curls of the woodbine sweet The pure sound mounts to the heavenly seat, And Phoabus, lord of the golden hair, As he lists to thy wild plaint echoing there, Draws answering strains... | |
 | Aristophanes - 1920 - 158 pages
...thy child and mine; Thy tender trillings his name prolong With the liquid note of thy tawny throat; Through the leafy curls of the woodbine sweet The...heavenly choir, And calls from the blessed lips on high 220 Of immortal Gods, a divine reply To the tones of thy witching melody. [The sound of a flute is... | |
 | Horace West Household - Greece - 1928 - 200 pages
...thy child and mine ; Thy tender trillings his name prolong With the liquid note of thy tawny throat ; Through the leafy curls of the woodbine sweet The pure sound mounts to the heavenly seat, And Phcebus, lord of the golden hair, As he lists to thy wild plaint echoing there. Draws answering strains... | |
 | Moses Hadas - Literary Criticism - 1950 - 346 pages
...thy child and mine; Thy tender trillings his name prolong With the liquid note of thy tawny throat; Through the leafy curls of the woodbine sweet The pure sound mounts to the heavenly seat. — BB Rogers In the other plays indecency is incidental; in Lysistrata (411 BC) it is central, and... | |
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Awake, my mate! Shake off thy slumbers, and clear and strong Let loose the floods of thy glorious song, The sacred dirge of thy mouth divine For sore-wept Itys, thy child and mine; Thy tender trillings his name prolong With the liquid note of thy tawny... 