Poetische Personification in griechischen Dichtungen mit Berücksichtigung lateinischer Dichter und Shakespere's, Part 1

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Verlag der Buchhandlung des Waisenhauses, 1868 - Greek language - 286 pages
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Στέφανος und Composita corona garland Ὅρμος δακτύ λιος σκῆπτρον
Δόμος δῶμα θάλαμος domus hall house torus bed cradle Νηός τέμενος temple βωμός Κήπος λειμών regio σπῆλυγξ ἄντρον antrum
Θρόνος und Composita throne enthroned
Αρμα δίφρος ἵππος und Composita ἔχημα currus quadriga Χαλινός ζυγόν rota wheel Κέντρον μάστιξ flagellum
Τόξον ξίφος sword βέλος lance λίθος Λόφος αἰγίς ἀσπίς clypeus Flag
Δίκτυον ἄρκυς plaga laqueus πέδη δεσμός catena Mace
Clavus ἧλος Αμᾶν metere scythe sickle Μάκελλα fan Πέλεκυς axe Shears Purse Πλάστιγξ τάλαντον Πηδά λιον οἴαξ gubernaculum Κερκίς stamen Κύλι...
Ανήρ ἄνθρωπος woman
Bride to woo to betroth
Maritus maritare nubere conjux νυμφεύειν γάμος γαμεῖν to wed to marry γυνή νύμφη σύλλεκτρος
Πατήρ γενέτωρ pater father sire πάππος forefather
Τίκτειν und Composita τεχνοῦσθαι γεννᾶν λοχεύειν gignere
Μαιοῦσθαι λοχεύεσθαι midwife Εξαμβλίσκειν
bawdy broker
Ηβῶν ἡβάσκειν juvenis youth youthful child childhood
Κοιμᾶν κοιμίζειν μετακοιμίζειν εὐνάζειν κατευνάζειν
Eyɛíoɛv und Composita to awake to waken to rise from
Klaiɛır Sazqúɛır lacrimare lacrima flere to weep tear
Ovýozεiv und Composita mori to die death

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