The Life and Death of Jason: A PoemLongmans, Green, 1897 - Broj stranica: 376 |
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Absyrtus Æetes Æson Amphinome Anaurus anigh Argo Argo's arms Athamas aught beast behold beneath brazen brought cast Chiron Cicynethus clad Colchian Colchis Creon cried crown dawn dead death drave dreadful drew Erginus eyes face fain fair father fear feast feet fell Fleece forget gazed Glauce gleam glittering Goddess Gods gold golden Greece green grew grey hand happy happy days hast head heard heart heed heroes Iolchos Jason king knew land light Lilybæum limbs Lynceus maid marble house mayst Medea mighty Minya Minyæ murmuring Nephele nigh night nought o'er oars once passed Pelias Pelion Phineus prow queen raiment round sail shore shout song spake spear stood stream sweet thee Therewith Thessaly thine things thought Tiphys toil trees trembling turned twixt unto wilt wind wine wise wondering wood words
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