With painted reins all glittering from afar, The spotted lynxes proudly draw thy car: Around the Bacchae and the satyrs throng. Behind Silenus drunk lags slow along; On his dull ass he nods from side to side, Forbears to fall, yet half forgets to ride.... The Works of Anacreon Trans: English. Verse ... - Seite 136von Anacreon - 1735 - 279 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
| George Ogle - 1737 - 360 Seiten
...artus Suftinet, O" pando nonfortiter beeret afelio. Around, the ВАССНЛ and the SATYRS throng j * Behind, SI-LENUS, drunk, lags flow along: On his dull...Side, Forbears to fall, yet half forgets to ride. Eu so EN« The Thyrfus in this Figure is more complete, than that which the drunken BACCHUS carries... | |
| British poets - 1822 - 302 Seiten
...car: Around the Bacchae and the satyrs throng. Behind Silenus drunk lags slow along; On his dull ass he nods from side to side, Forbears to fall, yet half forgets to ride. Still at thy near approach applauses loud Are heard, with yellings of the female crowd: Timbrels and... | |
| Ovid - 1833 - 330 Seiten
...Around the Bacclise and the Satyrs throng, Behind, Silenus, drunk, lags slow along ; 40 On his dull ass he nods from side to side, Forbears to fall, yet half forgets to ride. Still at thy near approach applauses loud Are heard, with yellings of the female crowd ; Timbrels,... | |
| Ovid - 1836 - 306 Seiten
...Around the Bacchae and the Satyrs throng, Behind, Silenus, drunk, lags slow along ; 40 On his dull ass he nods from side to side, Forbears to fall, yet half forgets to ride. Still at thy near approach applauses loud Are heard, with yellings of the female crowd ; Timbrels,... | |
| 1837 - 292 Seiten
...Around, the Bacchas^ and the Satyrs|| throng, Behind, Silenus,** drunk, lags slow along ; On his dull ass he nods from side to side, Forbears to fall, yet half forgets to ride. Still at thy near approach applauses loud Are heard, with yellings of the female crowd ; Timbrels,... | |
| Ovid - 1998 - 596 Seiten
...Around, the Bacchae, and the satyrs throng; Behind, Silcnus, drunk, lags slow along: On his dull ass he nods from side to side, Forbears to fall, yet half forgets to ride. Still at thy near approach, applauses loud Are heard, with yellings of the female crowd. Timbrels,... | |
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