Aristophanous nephelaiMacpherson, 1852 - 120 strán (strany) |
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Strana 87 - Thou shalt rise up before the hoary head, and honour the face of the old man, and fear thy God : I am the LORD.
Strana 89 - But you will below to the Academe go and under the olives contend With your chaplet of reed, in a contest of speed with some excellent rival and friend: All fragrant with woodbine and peaceful content, and the leaf which the lime blossoms fling, When the plane whispers love to the elm in the grove in the beautiful season of Spring.
Strana 39 - That's exactly the thing that I suffered one Spring, at the great feast of Zeus, I admit : I'da paunch in the pot, but I wholly forgot about making the safety-valve slit. So it spluttered and swelled, while the saucepan I held, till at last with a vengeance it flew : Took me quite by surprise, dung-bespattered my eyes, and scalded my face black and blue ! CHOR.
Strana 49 - Oh you did, you did ; Yet still with reservations : and might I speak My untaught mind to you that know your art, I should beseech you not to stare and gasp And quiver, that the infection of the sense May make our flesh to creep ; for as the hand By tickling of our skin may make us laugh More than the wit of Plautus, so these tricks May make us shudder. But true art is this, To set aside your sorrowful pantomime, Pass by the senses, leave the flesh at rest, And working by the witcheries of words...
Strana 43 - ... along with my hide from my duns I escape, And to men may appear without conscience or fear, Bold, hasty, and wise, a concocter of lies, A rattler to speak, a dodger, a sneak, A regular claw of the tables of law, A shuffler complete, well worn in deceit, A supple, unprincipled, troublesome cheat; A hang-dog accurst, a bore with the worst, In the tricks of the jury-courts thoroughly versed. If all that I meet this praise shall repeat, Work away as you choose, I will nothing refuse, Without any...
Strana 85 - To some manly old air all simple and bare, which their fathers had chanted before. And should anyone dare the tune to impair and with intricate twistings to fill, Such as Phrynis is fain, and his long-winded train, perversely to quaver and trill, Many stripes would he feel in return for his zeal, as to genuine music a foe.
Strana 37 - Well, but tell me from Whom comes the bolt through the gloom, with its awful and terrible flashes; And wherever it turns, some it singes and burns, and some it reduces to ashes! For this 'tis quite plain, let who will send the rain, that Zeus against perjurers dashes. Socrates. And how, you old fool of a dark-ages school, and an antediluvian wit, If the perjured they strike, and not all men alike, have they never Cleonymus hit?
Strana 51 - Hyperbolus did lend, Trample down the wretched caitiff, and his mother, without end. In his Maricas the Drunkard, Eupolis the charge began, Shamefully my Knights distorting, as he is a shameful man, Tacking on the tipsy beldame, just the ballet-dance to keep, Phrynichus's prime invention, eat by monsters of the deep. Then Hermippus on the caitiff opened all his little skill, And the rest upon the caitiff are their wit exhausting still; And my simile to pilfer "of the Eels
Strana 129 - For with what aim did ye insult the Gods, And pry around the dwellings of the Moon? Strike, smite them, spare them not, for many reasons, BUT MOST BECAUSE THEY HAVE BLASPHEMED THE GoDs!
Strana 35 - Well then, be it known, these send it alone: I can prove it by arguments strong. Was there ever a shower seen to fall in an hour when the sky was all cloudless and blue? Yet on a fine day, when the Clouds are away, he might send one, according to you.