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... tongue The honied accents fall , Howe'er from monstrous fiction sprung , They win their unsuspected way , And grace disguises all , Till some far - distant day Render the dark illusion plain . Yet not to mortal lips be given By tales ...
... tongue The honied accents fall , Howe'er from monstrous fiction sprung , They win their unsuspected way , And grace disguises all , Till some far - distant day Render the dark illusion plain . Yet not to mortal lips be given By tales ...
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... tongue invade , Casting his merits into shade . Howe'er the base malignant crew His name with violence pursue , 145 Memnon . PIND . B 160 165 170 If thou wouldst all his generous deeds explore , As SECOND , OLYMPIC ODE . 17.
... tongue invade , Casting his merits into shade . Howe'er the base malignant crew His name with violence pursue , 145 Memnon . PIND . B 160 165 170 If thou wouldst all his generous deeds explore , As SECOND , OLYMPIC ODE . 17.
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... tongue shall number o'er . 180 175 So Catullus ( ad Lesbiam ) : Quam magnus numerus Libyssæ arenæ Laserpiciferis jacet Cyrenis , Oraclum Jovis inter æstuosi , Et Batti veteris sacrum sepulchrum : * * * Quæ nec pernumerare curiosi ...
... tongue shall number o'er . 180 175 So Catullus ( ad Lesbiam ) : Quam magnus numerus Libyssæ arenæ Laserpiciferis jacet Cyrenis , Oraclum Jovis inter æstuosi , Et Batti veteris sacrum sepulchrum : * * * Quæ nec pernumerare curiosi ...
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... Arcadia's richly - peopled plains ; By him and by his thundering sire decreed , O son of Sostratus ! expect the victor's meed . 139 150 PIND . C Another motive prompts my tongue- Which as the stone that SIXTH OLYMPIC ODE . 33.
... Arcadia's richly - peopled plains ; By him and by his thundering sire decreed , O son of Sostratus ! expect the victor's meed . 139 150 PIND . C Another motive prompts my tongue- Which as the stone that SIXTH OLYMPIC ODE . 33.
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Pindarus. Another motive prompts my tongue- Which as the stone that whets the blade Upon its sharpening surface laid , Impels me down the flowing tide of song . From the Stymphalian nymph , Metopa fair , My mother drew the vital air— 143 ...
Pindarus. Another motive prompts my tongue- Which as the stone that whets the blade Upon its sharpening surface laid , Impels me down the flowing tide of song . From the Stymphalian nymph , Metopa fair , My mother drew the vital air— 143 ...
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Adrastus Ægina Agesidamus Alcides Amphiaraus Anacreon ancient Apollo Arcesilaus ARGUMENT Augeas bade bless'd blest brave brazen breast bright brow cæstus Callimachus celebrated chaplet chariot contests coursers crown crown'd dart daughter deeds Deinomenes digression divine Eacus earth equestrian Ergoteles Euphemus fair fame fate father favor festal fight flow fray gain gain'd glorious glory gods golden grace grove hand heaven Hercules hero Hiero honor hymn illustrious immortal Iolaus Ismenus Isthmian Jove Jove's Jupiter king lyre meed mighty mind mortal Muses ne'er Nemean Neoptolemus noble numbers nymph o'er offspring Olympia's OLYMPIC ODE Ovid passage Pausanias Peleus Pelops Pindar Pisa's plain poet poet's poetical pomp praise pride Pytheas PYTHIAN ODE race raise renown sacred Saturnian sceptre scholiast shine sing sire song soul steeds strain strife sway sweet tale Theban Thebes thee thine thou Thrasybulus Tlepolemus tongue triumphant triumphs Twas urged valiant verdant victory wreath Xenocrates youth
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