ds of Barry Cornwall — “Oh! ye delicious fables, where the wave,
And
wood, were peopled; and the air, with things So l
ret imaginings? Why seared the delicate flowers that genius gave,
And
dash the diamond drops from fancy’s wings. Alas!
nd water were in one. Thus air was void of light, and earth unstable,
And
waters dark abyss unnavigable. No certain form on
and each disturbed the rest. For hot and cold were in one body fix’d;
And
soft with hard, and light with heavy mix’d. B
rds put an end: Then earth from air, and seas from earth were driven,
And
grosser air sunk from ethereal Heaven. The force
sunk from ethereal Heaven. The force of fire ascended first on high,
And
took its dwelling in the vaulted sky: Then air su
us, thick, unwieldy seeds along. About her coasts unruly waters roar,
And
, rising on a ridge, insult the shore. Thus when t
nto a spacious round: Then, with a breath, he gave the winds to blew;
And
bade the congregated waters flow: He adds the r
gated waters flow: He adds the running springs, and standing lakes,
And
bounding banks for winding rivers makes. Some par
he valleys he restrains With rocky mountains, and extends the plains.
And
as five zones the ethereal regions bind, Five, co
…… —— Or who with Saturn old Fled over Adria to the Hesperian fields,
And
o’er the Celtic roamed the utmost Isles.” Milton
the mother gave him to devour; Greedy he seized the imaginary child,
And
swallowed heedless, by the dress beguiled; Nor th
age was first; when man yet new, No rule but uncorrupted reason knew,
And
with a native bent did good pursue! Unforced by p
e descended to the seas; Ere sails were spread new oceans to explore,
And
happy mortals unconcerned for more, Confined thei
lept away their time; The teeming earth, yet guiltless of the plough,
And
unprovoked did fruitful stores allow; Content w
awberries they fed: The flowers unsown in fields and meadows reigned,
And
western winds immortal spring maintained; In foll
was that earth renewed; From veins of valleys, milk and nectar broke,
And
honey sweating thro’ the pores of oak.” Ovid. F
ss flood, which in thy ebb and flow Claspest the limits of mortality!
And
sick of prey, yet howling on for more, Vomitest w
— oh! mercy; tho’ my sin be great, Life is so beautiful I cannot die;
And
earth seems smiling with intenser light, And flow
beautiful I cannot die; And earth seems smiling with intenser light,
And
flowers give forth an odour ever new, The stars l
the Goddess of her due, The vow thou gavest to her thou hast broken,
And
thou must pay the awful penalty! Vestal. The
g trees against “high Olympus.” “But vainly came Typhæus on,
And
vainly huge Porphyrion, Fierce Rhœtus of the
While quick against the giant foes Juno, and ardent Vulcan, rose;
And
to the fight the young Apollo sped, Glittering af
———— “Typhon, whose hands Of strength are fitted to tremendous deeds;
And
indefatigable are the feet Of the strong God: and
who shouted “Courage, courage!” his bravery turned the tide of war. “
And
now the murmur of incitement flies, All ranged in
ing from his vengeful hand; He walks majestic round the starry frame;
And
now the lightnings from Olympus flame. The earth
s, but more excelled by gold; Then summer, autumn, winter did appear,
And
spring was but a season of the year. The sun his
eat began to glow; The wings of winds were clogged with ice and snow;
And
shivering mortals into houses driven, Sought shel
nd moss their beds: Then ploughs for seed the fruitful farrows broke,
And
oxen laboured first beneath the yoke.” Ovid. No
ivide the weary years From which there is no refuge, long have taught
And
long must teach. Even now the Torturer arms With
might of unimagined pains The powers who scheme slow agonies in hell;
And
my commission is to lead them here, Or what more
d leave them to their task. Oh that we might be spared: I to inflict,
And
thou to suffer! once more answer me: Thou knowest
ehold such execrable shapes, Methinks I grow like what I contemplate,
And
laugh and stare in loathsome sympathy. First
athsome sympathy. First Fury. We are ministers of pain, and fear,
And
disappointment, and mistrust, and hate, And cling
isters of pain, and fear, And disappointment, and mistrust, and hate,
And
clinging crime; and, as lean dogs pursue Thro’ wo
pain. First Fury. Thou thinkest we will rend thee bone from bone,
And
nerve from nerve, working like fire within! P
ntent of wisest men: That we will be dread thought beneath thy brain,
And
foul desire round thine astonished heart, And blo
ught beneath thy brain, And foul desire round thine astonished heart,
And
blood within thy labyrinthine veins, Crawling lik
captivated by her charms. “He spoke, and told to Mulciber his will,
And
smiling bade him his command fulfil; To use his g
first in virgin lustre shine, In form a goddess, with a bloom divine;
And
next the sire demands Minerva’s aid, In all her v
ecrets of the loom impart, To cast a curious thread with happy heart;
And
golden Venus was to teach the fair The wiles of l
enus was to teach the fair The wiles of love, and to improve her air;
And
then in awful majesty to shed A thousand graceful
all the sweets of spring: Each present Pallas gives its proper place,
And
adds to every ornament a grace! Next Hermes taugh
maid the gods Pandora call, Because a tribute she received from all;
And
thus ’twas Jove’s command the sex began A lovely
alone remained entire within! Such was the fatal present from above,
And
such the will of cloud compelling Jove: And now u
fatal present from above, And such the will of cloud compelling Jove:
And
now unnumbered woes o’er mortals reign Alike infe
fected is the land and main; O’er human race distempers silent stray,
And
multiply their strength by night and day! ’Twas J
was thy delighted measure? Still it whispered promised pleasure,
And
bade the lovely scenes at distance hail! Stil
cenes at distance hail! Still would her touch the strain prolong,
And
from the rocks, the woods, the vale, She call
he woods, the vale, She called on Echo still throughout the song;
And
where her sweetest theme she chose A soft respons
has the wondrous virtue to educe, From emptiness itself, a real use;
And
while she takes, as at a father’s hand, What heal
ns of love, jealousy, and vengeance. ——— “Hard steel succeeded then:
And
stubborn as the metal were the men. Truth, modest
first the precious ore, Which next to hell the prudent Gods had laid,
And
that alluring ill to sight displayed. Thus cursed
more accursed gold, Gave mischief birth, and made the mischief bold,
And
double did wretched man invade, By steel assaulte
ires into his father’s years. Faith flies, and piety in exile mourns;
And
justice, here opprest, to heaven returns.” Ovid.
ing mist in early days, Rose from the flood the daughter of the seas;
And
to the seats divine her flight addressed. There f
lease thee, or my actions aid; Some marks of honour on my son bestow,
And
pay in glory what in life you owe. Fame is at lea
s grace, oh! heavenly Jove, Waited thy blooming years: inventive wit,
And
perfect judgment crowned thy youthful act. Thou t
irtue, grant us wealth, For without virtue, wealth to man avails not,
And
virtue without wealth exerts less power, And less
ealth to man avails not, And virtue without wealth exerts less power,
And
less diffuses good. Then grant us, Gracious, Virt
ell the dissevered head, Opening its eyes in death, and falling bled,
And
marked the passage with a crimson trail; Thus Arg
ssage with a crimson trail; Thus Argus lies in pieces, cold and pale,
And
all his hundred eyes with all their light Are clo
in one perpetual night; These Juno takes, that they no more may fail,
And
spreads them in her peacock’s gaudy tail.” Ovid.
ughter, as she played Among the fields, the milk white bull surveyed,
And
viewed his spotless body with delight, And at a d
milk white bull surveyed, And viewed his spotless body with delight,
And
at a distance kept him still in sight; At length
and gives the breeze to blow. Rent is the fleecy mantle of the sky,
And
back by fits the shadows sweep along. A gaily che
or offends the shades: Fresh fragrant breezes fan the verdant bowers,
And
the moist ground smiles with enamelled flowers, T
es with enamelled flowers, The cheerful birds their airy carols sing,
And
the whole year is one eternal spring. Here wh
h at the shades arrives; Sees her thus sporting on the flowery green,
And
loves the blooming maid as soon as seen. The fr
mpatient of delay, Swift as his thought he seized the beauteous prey,
And
bore her in his sooty car away. Far she behind he
eaves her virgin train; To them too cries, and cries to them in vain.
And
while with passion she repeats her call, The viol
raging his foamy steeds; He rattles o’er their necks the rusty reins,
And
ruffles with the stroke their shaggy manes Throws
their shaggy manes Throws to his dreadful steeds the slackened rein,
And
strikes his iron sceptre through the main; The de
hrough the main; The depths profound thro’ yielding waves he cleaves,
And
to hell’s centre a free passage leaves; Down sink
to our sore troubled souls. Yet no! perchance the burden is too much,
And
is in mercy hidden from our eyes. Earth is made u
every creature’s share; One draught, as dear as life I should esteem,
And
water, now I thirst, would nectar seem: Oh! let m
I thirst, would nectar seem: Oh! let my little babes your pity move,
And
melt your hearts to charitable love: They (as by
hands, and my request pursue!’ Yet they the goddess’s request refuse,
And
, with rude words, reproachfully abuse. Her thirst
nation was suppressed; Bent on revenge, the Goddess stood confessed! ‘
And
may you live,’ she passionately cried, ‘Doomed in
thless poet and the poem crown! Thou shalt the Roman festivals adorn,
And
after poets, be by victors worn! Thou shalt retur
a long procession pass; Wreathed on the posts before his palace wait,
And
be the sacred guardian of the gate; Secure from t
thunder and unharmed by Jove, Unfading as the immortal powers above;
And
as the locks of Phœbus are unshorn So shall perpe
the fond leaves pursue, Still move their root, the moving sun to view
And
in the Heliotrope the nymph is true.” Ovid. T
she would sing; The waters closed above her face, With many a ring. “
And
still I stayed a little more, — Alas! she never c
ore, — Alas! she never comes again, I throw my flowers from the shore
And
watch in vain.” Hood. After this, Apollo lost t
sing prudent, and a parlous wit. To this sagacious confessor he went,
And
told her what a gift the Gods had sent: But told
ction never to reveal. The secret heard, she plighted him her troth, (
And
secret sure is every woman’s oath,) The royal mal
arrow-bones she kneeled, Then to the water’s brink she laid her head,
And
, as a bittern sounds within a reed, ‘To thee alon
n sounds within a reed, ‘To thee alone, oh! lake,’ she said, ‘I tell,
And
as thy queen, command thee to conceal, Beneath hi
vibrates all its strings; Accordant aisles the tender tones prolong,
And
holy echoes swell the adoring song.” Darwin. Ap
een shot — the arrow, bright With an immortal’s vengeance; in his eye
And
nostril, beautiful disdain, and might, And majest
al’s vengeance; in his eye And nostril, beautiful disdain, and might,
And
majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developi
solitary nymph, whose breast Longed for a deathless lover from above,
And
maddened in that vision, are exprest All that ide
rtality, and stood Star like, around, until they gathered to a God! “
And
if it be Prometheus stole from Heaven The fire wh
named Hecate and revered by magicians. ———— “Hecate, loved by Jove,
And
honour’d by the inhabitants above, Profusely gift
d from the almighty hand, With power extensive o’er the sea and land;
And
great the honour, she, by Jove’s high leave, Does
ar. This however was before “The veiled Dian lost her lonely sphere,
And
her proud name of chaste, for him whose sleep Dra
mos top, what time there blew Soft breezes from the Myrtle vale below
And
brought in faintness, solemn, sweet, and slow A h
eauty should be desolate: So in fine wrath some golden sounds he won,
And
gave meek Cynthia her Endymion.” Keats. The b
Crescented Dian, who ’Tis said once wandered from the wastes of blue,
And
all for love; filling a shepherd’s dreams With be
ling a shepherd’s dreams With beauty and delight. He slept, he slept,
And
on his eyelids white, the huntress wept Till morn
er more upon the Latmos hill May she descend to kiss that forest boy,
And
give — receive, gentle and innocent joy When clou
u art beautiful, however it be, Huntress, or Dian, or whatever named,
And
he the veriest Pagan, that first framed A silver
r thou shouldst have my knee; Too late now for the old Ephesian vows,
And
not divine the crescent on thy brows: Yet call th
ul for that simple boon In many a thoughtful verse, and anthem sweet,
And
bless thy dainty face whene’er we meet. “So let
gazing from thy hills. Blest be thy loving light, where’er it spills,
And
blessed thy fair face, O mother mild! Still shine
ul of rivers as they run, Still lend thy lonely lamp, to lovers fond,
And
blend their plighted shadows into one: Still smil
r plighted shadows into one: Still smile at even on the bedded child,
And
close his eyelids with thy silver wand.” Hood.
thousands; all her days, Dismally doom’d! meanwhile the billows come,
And
coldly dabble with her quiet feet, Like any bleac
th her quiet feet, Like any bleaching stones they wont to greet.
And
thence into her lap have boldly sprung, Washing h
lf away. …………………………………………………… To her relief the blooming Bacchus ran,
And
with him brought his ever jovial train: Satyrs an
od sought his Ariadne’s love. Around in wild distorted airs they fly,
And
make the mountains echo to their cry: Some brandi
twinkling cymbals shake; While many swell the horn in hoarser strain,
And
make the shrill, discordant pipe complain, While
blushing, yielded to the God, His car he mounted and sublimely rode:
And
while with eager arms he grasped the fair, Lashed
with their prize. “The beauteous youth now found himself betrayed,
And
from the deck the rising waves surveyed, And seem
found himself betrayed, And from the deck the rising waves surveyed,
And
seemed to weep, and as he wept he said, ‘And do y
e rising waves surveyed, And seemed to weep, and as he wept he said, ‘
And
do you thus my easy faith beguile? Thus, do you b
s and panthers. Insérer image anonyme_heathen-mythology_1842_img061 “
And
as I sat over the light blue hills, There came a
. Trifling his ivy dart, in dancing mood, With sidelong laughing,
And
little rills of crimson wine embrued His plump wh
mp white arms and shoulders, enough white, For Venus pearly bite;
And
near him rode Silenus on his ass, Pelted with flo
ft our kernel tree; For wine we left our heath and yellow brooms,
And
cold mushrooms; For wine we follow Bacchus throug
our mad minstrelsy. “Over wide streams and mountains great we went,
And
save when Bacchus kept his ivy tent, Onward the t
they scour about the plains; A three days’ journey in a moment done,
And
always at the rising of the sun, About the wilds
Old Tartary the fierce, The kings of eld their jewel sceptres vail,
And
from their treasures scatter pearled hail; Great
scatter pearled hail; Great Brahma from his mystic heaven groans,
And
all his priesthood moans, Before young Bacchus’ e
are thy peculiar care; For thee large bunches load the bending vine,
And
the last blessings of the year are thine; To thee
mns they praise the god of wine, Whose earthen images adorn the pine;
And
there are hung on high, in honour of the vine A m
leys, and on rising hills, On whate’er side he turns his honest face,
And
dances in the wind, those fields are in his grace
fields are in his grace. To Bacchus, therefore, let us tune our lays,
And
in our mother tongue resound his praise.” Virgil
after shedding many tears at his death, changed him into a flower. “
And
in his blood, that on the ground lay spilled, A p
s her blushing car, Each circling wheel a wreath of flowers entwines,
And
gemmed with flowers, the silken harness shines; T
silken harness shines; The golden bits with flowery studs are decked,
And
knots of flowers the crimson reins connect. And n
ery studs are decked, And knots of flowers the crimson reins connect.
And
now on earth the silver axle rings, And the shell
rs the crimson reins connect. And now on earth the silver axle rings,
And
the shell sinks upon its slender springs; Light f
pon its slender springs; Light from her airy seat the Goddess bounds,
And
steps celestial, press the pansied grounds.” Dar
Paphos and the Cyprian isle, Forsake those loved retreats awhile,
And
to the temple bend thy flight, Where Glycera, the
Invokes thy presence high, While clouds of incense fill the air,
And
waft her suppliant sigh. “Bring in thy train
ning in their thoughtless joy. Let Hermes grace the jocund scene,
And
youth so gay and free; For what is youth, though
nd with a chastened light, Hid in the fringes of your eye-lids white,
And
meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so ge
safe o’er the deeps profound, To Cyprus, watered by the waves around:
And
here she walks, endowed with every grace To charm
Cythera came; Whence, beauteous crown’d, she safely cross’d the sea,
And
call’d, O Cyprus, Cypria from thee; Nor less by P
a towered structure high, Where sceptred angels held their residence,
And
sate as princes; Nor was his name unheard, or una
cave, or sheltering wood, Th’ inventive powers of dædal art to know,
And
all the joys from social life that flow; In searc
clops was their name, From that round eye-ball in their brow infixed;
And
strength, and force, and manual craft were theirs
anvil the lame artist rose, Wide with distorted leg, oblique he goes;
And
stills the bellows, and in order laid, Locks in t
rges flaming round; While bathed in sweat, from fire to fire he flew,
And
puffing loud, the roaring bellows blew.” Homer.
smiles of her lovers. “Vulcan with awkward grace, his office plies,
And
unextinguished laughter shakes the skies.” Homer
ight with gems and gold, From his fair plumed shoulder graceful hung,
And
from its top in brilliant chords enrolled, Each l
ch his tresses flung: While odours dropped from every ringlet bright,
And
from his blue eyes beamed ineffable delight.” Mr
y, ringlets curled, Ripe lips, and bosoms white, and starry eyes,
And
wheresoe’er his colours are unfurled, Full ma
nt veil alone arrayed, Her bosom’s opening charms were half revealed,
And
scarce the lucid folds her polished limbs conceal
ull lips First touched; …………………………………… ……………………… With all their sighs
And
how they kist each other’s tremulous eyes: The si
id seeks the Cyprian grove; To his wide arms enamoured Psyche springs
And
clasps her lover with Aurelian wings, A purple sa
r lover with Aurelian wings, A purple sash across his shoulder bends,
And
fringed with gold the quivered shafts suspends; T
he quivered shafts suspends; The bending bow obeys the silken string,
And
, as he steps, the silver arrows ring. Thin folds
ivered hero leads; Charmed round their heads pursuing Zephyrs throng,
And
scatter roses as they move along; Bright beams of
ses as they move along; Bright beams of spring in soft effusion play,
And
halcyon hours invite them on their way. Delighted
invite them on their way. Delighted Hymen hears their whispered vows,
And
binds his chaplets round their polished brows, Gu
nd their polished brows, Guides to his altar, ties the flowery bands,
And
as they kneel unites their willing hands.” Darwi
ng place procured the light and the dagger. —————— “She softly rose,
And
seized the lamp — where it obscurely lay, With ha
d the sleeping Eros by, What time she to the couch had, daring, trod;
And
, by the glad light, saw her bridegroom God! O’er
death’s icy dart, The groan scarce uttered, dies, but half expressed,
And
down she sinks in deadly swoon oppressed: But whe
the ethereal throne; Won with coy smiles the admiring court of Jove,
And
warmed the bosom of unconquered love. Beneath a m
em in his golden chain; Joins the fond pair, indulgent to their vows,
And
hides with mystic veil their blushing brows. Roun
epeoples all her realms; Soft joys disport on purple plumes unfurled,
And
love and beauty rule the willing world.” Darwin.
uneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And
pardon that thy secrets should be sung, Even
nged Psyche with awakened eyes? I wandered in a forest thoughtlessly,
And
, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Saw two f
not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft handed slumber,
And
ready still, past kisses to outnumber, At ten
reathes and blushes flowers, To Love, for heaven and earth adore him,
And
gods and mortals bow before him!” Anacreon. Amo
? “I went then forth into the world, To see what might be there;
And
there I heard a voice of woe, Of weeping, and
With her deliverer’s name: “I saw him hurry from the crowd,
And
fling his laurel crown, In weariness, in hopeless
rel crown, In weariness, in hopelessness, In utter misery down. “
And
what the sorrow, then I asked. Can thus the w
e, To rend its bonds in vain: Again I heard the cause of ill,
And
heard loves name again. “I saw an Urn, and round
“I turned to tales of other days, They spoke of breath and bloom:
And
proud hearts that were bowed by love, Into an
s awful head sprang forth to light, In golden panoply superbly dight;
And
while the glittering spear thy hands essayed, Oly
at the martial maid. Affrighted earth sounds from her deepest caves,
And
swell of Ocean tides the sable waves; The turgid
, shone in every line. This the proud maid, with scornful air denies,
And
e’en the goddess at her work defies, Disowns her
mien, excelled the rest, His nine forked mace the dewy sea-god shook,
And
, looking sternly, smote the ragged rock; When, fr
s the city for the deed. Herself she blazons with a glittering spear,
And
crested helm that veiled her braided hair, With s
the affront with patience bore; A boxen shuttle in her hand she took,
And
more than once, Arachne’s forehead struck.” The
in burnished gold Flashed on her brandished arm the immortal shield,
And
terror lightened o’er the dazzled field.” Darwin
and the glare of pain, Which humanize and harmonize the strain. “
And
from its head as from one body grow, As grass
of a watery rock, Hairs which are vipers, and they curl and flow,
And
their long tangles in each other lock: And with u
nd they curl and flow, And their long tangles in each other lock:
And
with unending involutions show, Their mailed
ortress and embattled wall. “Father of victory! whose mighty powers,
And
brazen spears, protect Olympus’ towers; By whom t
before the immortal throne. Can Jove, supine, flagitious acts survey
And
brook the furies of the daring day? For mortal me
he furies of the daring day? For mortal men, celestial powers engage,
And
gods on gods exert eternal rage. From thee, O fat
gods exert eternal rage. From thee, O father! all these ills we bear,
And
thy fell daughter with the shield and spear. Th
er, and the rage of fight. No bound, no law, thy fiery temper quells,
And
all thy mother in thy soul rebels. In vain our th
s care the bleeding god. With gentle hand, the balm he poured around,
And
healed th’ immortal flesh, and closed the wound.
d; He saw the mystic darts, and smiled Derision on the archer child. ‘
And
dost thou smile?’ said little Love; ‘Take this da
.” Insérer image anonyme_heathen-mythology_1842_img097 “Rivers.
And
this is he, the fabled God of War. Evadne. A
e orphans’ tears of woe, The love that watcheth at the midnight hour,
And
hopeth on, but hopeth on in vain. Evadne. And
the midnight hour, And hopeth on, but hopeth on in vain. Evadne.
And
that is lost too in their country’s shouts The vo
nation’s loud applause, Writes on their tombs in characters of brass.
And
graves within our very souls, the words, ‘Here li
er pay the wrung in heart: Pride is a poor exchange for those adored:
And
even a nation with its giant strength, Cannot sup
he image to fill up my heart, Be thou the spirit leading me to glory,
And
be my latest hour still cheered by thee, While ro
heaven. Thou art not For scenes like this; an empire stern hast thou;
And
it hath furrowed that large front: yet now, As ne
——— “Great Neptune! I would be Advanced to the freedom of the main,
And
stand before your vast creation’s plain, And roam
the freedom of the main, And stand before your vast creation’s plain,
And
roam your watery kingdom thro’ and thro’ And se
vast creation’s plain, And roam your watery kingdom thro’ and thro’
And
see your branching woods and palace blue, Spar-bu
med with crystal: aye and view The bedded wonders of the lonely deep;
And
see on coral banks, the sea-maids sleep, Children
hearth so long; The prayer went up thro’ midnight’s breathless gloom,
And
the vain yearning woke midst festal song! Hold fa
a’s golden plains; Plucked with fair hand the silver blossomed bower,
And
purpled mead, — herself a fairer flower; “Sudden
ped their demon wings; Earth with deep yawn received the fair amazed,
And
far in night, celestial beauty blazed.” Darwin.
and sought the realms below; Charmed into life unreal forms respired,
And
list’ning shades the dulcet note admired. Love le
licks his baby hands; In wondering groups the shadowy nations throng,
And
sigh or simper, as he steps along; Sad swains, an
the goddess. ———— “On the ground, She sinks without a single sound,
And
all her garments float around; Again, again she r
nd; Again, again she rises light, Her head is like a fountain bright,
And
her glossy ringlets fall With a murmur musical, O
of visionary ghosts: Fair, pensive youths, and young enamoured maids;
And
withered elders, pale and wrinkled shades; Ghastl
a martial train; These and a thousand more, swarmed o’er the ground,
And
all the dire assembly shrieked around. Astonished
re assembly shrieked around. Astonished at the sight, aghast I stood,
And
a cold fear ran shivering through my blood.” Whi
s all hell resounds); Ev’n in the circling floods refreshment craves,
And
pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves; When to
, the pomegranate grows, There dangling pears exalting scents unfold,
And
yellow apples ripen into gold: The fruit he striv
born at the first peep of day, He began playing on the lyre at noon,
And
the same evening did he steal away Apollo’s herds
nd men, even from that day Mingled and wrought the latter much annoy,
And
little profit, going far astray, Through the dun
lley. “O Hermes, thou who couldst of yore Amphion’s bosom warm,
And
breathe into his strains the power, The rugge
e rugged rocks to charm; Breathe, breathe into my lyre’s soft string,
And
bid its music sweet notes fling, For what O lyre,
ening woods thou draw’st along, The rivers stay to hear thy song,
And
listen still as death. Tityos with pleasure heard
rs, in Ida’s cool retreat, The boy had told, he left his native seat,
And
sought fresh fountains in a foreign soil: The ple
ed the attending toil. With eager steps the Lycian fields he crossed,
And
fields that border on the Lycian coast; A river h
d from human sight. The fruitful banks with cheerful verdure crowned,
And
kept the spring eternal on the ground. A nymph pr
maeis, what always idle! fye; Or take the quiver, or the arrows seize
And
mix the toils of hunting with thy ease.’ Nor quiv
her dewy locks divide; Now in the limped streams she views her face,
And
dressed her image in the floating glass: On beds
reposed her limbs, Now gathered flowers that grew about her streams,
And
there by chance was gathering as she stood To vie
yore, by thy words Couldst soften the hearts of the barbarous hordes,
And
by the Palæstia taught him of the wild To be gent
sary to introduce those who are considered to be the most celebrated.
And
for the future, the poetry offered will principal
, and his rugged beard: But Hermes from her hands received the child,
And
on the infant god auspicious smiled. In the thick
he hamadryads dress Their ruffled locks, where meeting hazels darken,
And
through whole solemn hours, dost sit and harken T
h, and burns with new desires. A crown of pine upon his head he wore,
And
then began her pity to implore. But ere he thus b
rict embrace, He filled his arms with reeds, new rising in the place:
And
while he sighs his ill success to find, The tende
hs his ill success to find, The tender canes were shaken by the wind,
And
breathed a mournful air unheard before, That much
t be the partner of my bed, At least shall be the consort of my mind,
And
often, often to my lips be joined.’ He formed the
his numerous amours, she fell in love with the beautiful Narcissus. “
And
at the sight of the fair youth she glows, And fol
beautiful Narcissus. “And at the sight of the fair youth she glows,
And
follows silently where’er he goes.” Unable, howe
d of his beloved voice. “Now several ways his young companions gone,
And
for some time Narcissus left alone, ‘Where are yo
arcissus left alone, ‘Where are you all?’ at last she hears him call,
And
she straight answers him, ‘where are you all?’ “
pleasure to the intrusion, “With all his strength unlocks her fold,
And
breaks unkindly from her feeble hold; Then proudl
om the depths. At last “Streaming tears from his full eye-lids fell,
And
drop by drop, raised circles in the well, The sev
ised circles in the well, The several rings larger and larger spread,
And
by degrees dispersed the fleeting shade.” Insére
ous ramble, he had found A little space, with boughs all woven round,
And
in the midst of all a clearer pool Than ere refle
ere divinely peeping Through tendril wreaths, fantastically creeping;
And
on the bank a lonely flower he spied, A meek and
welling, From each sister voice Round thy rocky dwelling;
And
their sweetness fills All the hollow hill
e, The birds in the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the thyme,
And
the lizard below in the grass, Were as silent as
Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing,
And
all dark Tempe lay In Pelion’s shadow, outgrowing
Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,
And
the nymphs of woods, and waves, To the edge of th
nymphs of woods, and waves, To the edge of the moist river lawns,
And
the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did the
e edge of the moist river lawns, And the brink of the dewy caves,
And
all that did there attendant follow, Were silent
pipings. “I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the dædal earth,
And
of heaven, and giant wars, And love, and deat
rs, I sang of the dædal earth, And of heaven, and giant wars,
And
love, and death, and birth, —
iant wars, And love, and death, and birth, —
And
then I changed my pipings. Singing how down the
I appear, With the victim’s votive blood, Mighty monarch of the wood,
And
upon thy sacred shrine, Place the love inspiring
the wood, And upon thy sacred shrine, Place the love inspiring wine,
And
, o’er all that hallowed ground, Make the incense
reless on a pillar lays, With shining gold, the fluted pillars blaze.
And
while he wishes, as the servants pour, His touch
sked so earnestly before: Amidst his gold with pinching famine curst,
And
justly tortured with an equal thirst. At last his
red with an equal thirst. At last his shining arms to heaven he rears
And
, in distress, for refuge flies to prayers. ‘O fat
efuge flies to prayers. ‘O father Bacchus, I have sinned,’ he cried, ‘
And
foolishly thy gracious gift applied, Thy pity now
* But oh! Bright Hebe, what a tear,
And
what a blush were thine, When, as the breath of e
tread, Raising its amorous head To kiss those matchless feet,
And
all heaven’s host of eyes. Checked thy career
felt with a start, The life blood rush back in one throb to my heart,
And
saw the pale lips where the rest of that spell Ha
e of bold wonder, to feel The hair of my side and to lift up my heel,
And
questioned his face with wide eyes, but when unde
such as this And I yearned at his cheeks in my love, and down bent
And
lifted him up in my arms with intent To kiss him
ar, and took her place. Her heavenly form beheld, all wished her joy;
And
little wanted, but in vain their wishes all emplo
ke a pale and solitary star, The languid hyacinth, and wild primrose,
And
daisy, trodden down like modesty, The fox-glove,
the tangled woodbine Lilacs and flowering limes, and scented thorns,
And
some from whom the voluptuous winds of June Catch
he laboured to continue free From chains of love and nuptial tyranny;
And
in her orchard’s small extent immured, Her vow’d
h a load of bearded grain. Sometimes a dresser of the vine he feigns,
And
lawless tendrils to their boughs restrains. Somet
, so soon can youth persuade; Consent on eager wings succeeds desire,
And
both the lovers glow with mutual fire.” Ovid. P
the chesnut flowers, By thousands have burst from the forest bowers,
And
the ancient graves, and the fallen fanes, Are vei
ruin or the tomb. I have looked o’er the hills of the stormy north,
And
the larch has hung all his tassels forth, The fis
has hung all his tassels forth, The fisher is out in the stormy sea,
And
the rein-deer bounds o’er the pastures free, And
t in the stormy sea, And the rein-deer bounds o’er the pastures free,
And
the fence has a fringe of softer green, And the m
s o’er the pastures free, And the fence has a fringe of softer green,
And
the moss looks bright where my foot hath been. I
my foot hath been. I have sent thro’ the wood-paths a glowing sigh,
And
called out each voice of the deep blue sky; From
r the forest boughs, They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,
And
the earth resounds with the joy of waves! Come f
lets lie may be now your home. Ye of the rose-lip and dew-bright eye,
And
the bounding footstep to meet me fly! With the ly
g in breezy mirth! Their light stems thrill to the wild wood strains.
And
youth is abroad in my green domains. But ye! ye
arth were spread; There were voices that rung thro’ the sapphire sky,
And
had not a sound of mortality! Are they gone? is t
ye are mine no more, I go where the loved, who have left you, dwell,
And
the flowers are not death’s — farewell, farewell!
glad with beauty, the sky Smiles in calm grandeur over vale and hill,
And
the breeze murmurs forth a gentle sigh, And the f
ndeur over vale and hill, And the breeze murmurs forth a gentle sigh,
And
the fish leap from out the smiling rill. The town
forth to breathe. The free, fresh air, and lave their fevered brows;
And
beauty loves young fairy flowers to wreathe Benea
he dusky eyelids of the south, Till shade and silence waken up alone,
And
morning sings with a warm odorous mouth. Where ar
t skies, Lest owls should prey Undazzled at noon-day,
And
tear with horny beak their lustrous eyes. Where
d hoard, The Ants have trimm’d their garners with ripe grain,
And
honey bees have stored The sweets of summer in th
inged across the main; But here the Autumn melancholy dwells,
And
sighs her tearful spells, Amongst the sunless sha
one. But howling Winter fled afar, To hills that prop the polar star,
And
loves on deer-borne car to ride With barren Darkn
He travels on his native storm, Deflowering Nature’s grassy robe,
And
trampling on her faded form: Till light’s returni
rives him to his polar field, Of power to pierce his raven plume,
And
chrystal covered shield. Oh, sire of storms, whos
Spells to touch thy stony heart? Then, sullen Winter, hear my prayer,
And
gently rule the ruined year; Nor chill the wander
ering want’s unmantled bed, Thy horror-breathing agues cease to lead,
And
gently on the orphan head Of innocence descend. B
sailor on his airy shrouds; When wrecks and beacons strew the steep,
And
spectres walk along the deep. Milder yet thy snow
ness, should eclipse his own. On happy Peleus he bestowed her charms,
And
blessed his grandson in the goddess’ arms: — A si
her favourite shore: Here Peleus seized her slumbering where she lay,
And
urged his suit, with all that love could say: The
that love could say: The nymph o’erpowered, to art for succour flies,
And
various shapes the eager youth surprize. “A bird
ation on the ocean pours; While the fat entrails crackle in the fire,
And
sheets of smoke in sweet perfume aspire: Till Pro
grot she slumbering lies: Then bind her fast with unrelenting hands,
And
strain her tender limbs with knotted bands; Still
ries no longer to escape? Thus he then sunk beneath the glassy flood,
And
broken accents fluttered where he stood. Bright S
fluttered where he stood. Bright Sol had almost now his journey done,
And
down the steepy, western convex run; When the fai
steepy, western convex run; When the fair Nereid left the briny wave,
And
, as she used, retreated to her cave, He scarce ha
retreated to her cave, He scarce had bound her fast, when she arose,
And
into various shapes her body throws; She went to
then found them tied, Then with a sigh ‘Some god assists,’ she cried,
And
in her proper shape stood blushing by his side.”
and the future shows; So Neptune pleased who Proteus thus inspired,
And
with such wages to his service hired, Gave him th
s, or gambols in the storms. A dolphin now, his scaly sides he laves;
And
bears the sportive damsel on the waves; She strik
rtive damsel on the waves; She strikes the cymbals as he moves along,
And
wondering Ocean listens to the song. And now a sp
e cymbals as he moves along, And wondering Ocean listens to the song.
And
now a spotted pard the lover stalks, Plays round
her favoured walks; As with white teeth he prints her hand, caressed,
And
lays his velvet paw upon her breast, O’er his rou
ce her snowy fingers strain The silken knots and fit the ribbon-rein.
And
now a swan he spreads his plumy sails, And proudl
s and fit the ribbon-rein. And now a swan he spreads his plumy sails,
And
proudly glides before the fanning gales; Pleased
on her glowing cheek, Spreads his broad wings, elates his ebon crest,
And
clasps the beauty to his downy breast.” Darwin.
minstrel wild and strong thou art, With a mastery all thine own,
And
the spirit is thy harp, O wind! That gives th
u hast been across red fields of war, Where shivered helmets lie,
And
thou bringest thence the thrilling note Of a
As when a leader comes. “Thou hast been o’er solitary seas,
And
from their wastes brought back Each noise of wate
u art come from forests dark and deep, Thou mighty, rushing wind!
And
thou bearest all their unisons In one, full s
North Wind. “I’ve blastingly wandered Where nature doth pant;
And
gloomily pondered O’er sadness and want. An
d man was sighing O’er angel lips gone, His cherub was dying,
And
he was alone. On his grey locks I clotted An
; His tale is told.” South Wind. “I met two young lovers,
And
listed their vows, Where the woodbine covers
he old oak boughs. Enhancing their pleasures I fluttered around.
And
joined with glad measures Their soft sighs’ s
st Wind. “I’ve wafted through bowers Where angels might muse,
And
kiss their bright flowers Of loveliest hues.
els might muse, And kiss their bright flowers Of loveliest hues.
And
maidens were singing Of beauty and love, Thei
.” West Wind. “I’ve rolled o’er the regions Of earth and sea,
And
laughed at the legions That trembled at me.
That trembled at me. I’ve madly gambolled With clouds and waves;
And
closed, as I rambled, My victim’s grave. I’v
a corse to land? O, I could weep with thee,
And
sit whole tides upon the pebbly shore, And listen
O, I could weep with thee, And sit whole tides upon the pebbly shore,
And
listen to the waves lamenting roar,
gy_1842_img147 “Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul,
And
lap it in Elysium: Scylla wept And chid her barki
ung, would take the prisoned soul, And lap it in Elysium: Scylla wept
And
chid her barking waves into attention, And fell C
it in Elysium: Scylla wept And chid her barking waves into attention,
And
fell Charybdis murmured soft applause.” Ovid. C
ows not what it is she fears, In vain she offers from herself to run,
And
drag’s about her what she strives to shun. “Oppre
t she strives to shun. “Oppressed with grief the pitying god appears,
And
swells the rising surges with his tears; From the
e as its axle turn; Round which eight spheres in beauteous order run,
And
as they turn, revolving Time is spun, Whose motio
eel the fatal thread she flings; The Parcæ answer, in the choir agree
And
all those voices make one harmony.” The worship
heart, Steal out the thoughts the soul has kept In silence and apart:
And
voices we have pined to hear, Through many a long
nely day, Come back upon the dreaming ear, From grave lands far away,
And
gleams look forth of spirit eyes Like stars along
the banquet room, Ceased is the noisy mirth, the red wine’s flow,
And
men look pale at thee, and gasp for breath, Thou
, but, fighting, fell; It was thine arm that laid the victor low,
And
toll’d amid the triumph, a lone knell For his dep
the monarch in his hour Of pomp, and pride, and royalty’s array;
And
the next victim of thy reckless power May be
ouch of doom, Stern Manhood shrinks beneath thy grasp, oh, death,
And
fragile Age by worldly cares opprest, Sinks, soft
orldly cares opprest, Sinks, softly sinks, into those arms for rest.
And
then methought death’s hollow voice replied,
d from the rock below, The palace moats, and o’er the pebbles creeps,
And
with soft murmurs calls the coming sleeps. Around
rmurs calls the coming sleeps. Around its entry nodding poppies grew,
And
all cool simples that sweet rest bestow; Night fr
sweet rest bestow; Night from the plants their sleepy virtue drains,
And
passing, sheds it on the silent plains: No door t
, and in an ebon stead; Black was the covering too where lay the god,
And
slept supine, his limbs displayed abroad.” Ovid.
ightly tread, A holy thing is sleep; On the worn spirit shed,
And
eyes that wake to weep. A holy thing from heaven,
the murmuring of the breeze; Still slowly passed the melancholy day,
And
still the stranger wist not where to stray. The w
er wist not where to stray. The world was sad; the garden was a wild!
And
man, the hermit, sighed, — till woman smiled!” C
of the soul, I sing to thee, for many a joy is thine,
And
many a virtue comes To join thy h
he ruddy children round, Climbing the father’s knee.
And
oft will fancy rise above the lot Of honest pover
ch, The beacon light of bliss, young Love draws near,
And
leads his willing slaves To wear
“All bountiful, who roams Earth, and the expanded surface of the sea;
And
him that meets him on his way, whose hands He gra
m on his way, whose hands He grasps, him gifts he with abundant gold,
And
large felicity.” Hesiod. Plutus is the god of R
ere many an ancient, kingly head Slumbers, immortalized in stone;
And
where, through marble grots beneath, The life
ing aught of life, but breath, Lie in their painted loveliness,
And
in each new successive race, That visit their
ay wonder never seen before; Transported to the skies she seems to be
And
thinks she gazes on a deity, But when he spoke
gazes on a deity, But when he spoke and pressed her trembling hand,
And
did with tender words her heart demand, With vows
and to your oath be true.’ He swears by Hecate, he would all fulfil,
And
by her grandfather’s prophetic skill By everythin
nd teaches him their use, Their mystic names, and virtues he admires.
And
with his booty joyfully retires.” Ovid. He made
rbage by their breath expires, As forges rumble with excessive fires,
And
furnaces with fiercer fury glow, When water in th
with soothing hand; To unknown yokes their brawny necks they yield,
And
like tame oxen, plough the wondering field. The C
g with enchanted juice, Makes the snakes’ teeth a human crop produce,
And
from the labouring earth, no single birth But a w
earth, no single birth But a whole troop of lusty youths rush forth,
And
what’s more strange, with martial fury warmed, An
youths rush forth, And what’s more strange, with martial fury warmed,
And
for encounter all completely armed; In rank and f
yal bride, the richer spoil, To sea both prize and patroness he bore,
And
lands triumphant on his native shore.” Ovid. Al
unsubdued by toil: Her weeping sire, and beckoning friends withstood,
And
launched enamoured in the boiling flood; One rudd
amoured in the boiling flood; One ruddy boy her gentle lips caressed,
And
one fair girl was pillowed on her breast; While h
heroine from the main; While hours of triumph sound, and altars burn.
And
shouting nations hail their Queen’s return: Aghas
ail their Queen’s return: Aghast, she saw new-decked the nuptial bed,
And
proud Creusa to the temple led; Saw her in Jason’
, her virtues saved. “To the stern King of Ghosts she next applied.
And
gentle Proserpine, his ravished bride, That for o
rant, and at last prevails; Then calls to have decrepid Æson brought,
And
stupifies him with a sleeping draught; This done,
tar trips a frantic round; Piecemeal the consecrated wood she splits,
And
dips the splinters in the gory pits, Then hurls t
own his hoary head of hair, The meagre paleness from his aspect fled,
And
in its room sprung up a florid red: Through all h
t with a vital flood: Your father’s life and health are in your hand,
And
can ye thus, like idle gazers stand? Unless you a
, the poor deluded maids proceed Betrayed by zeal to an inhuman deed,
And
in compassion, make a father bleed. Yes, she who
the wounds they made, With stern regard she eyed the traitor king,
And
felt ingratitude, the keenest sting; “Nor Heaven”
he thirst of gold! Stamped with wild foot and shook her torrent brow,
And
called the furies from their dens below!” Ovid.
………………………………………………………… When o’er each babe you look a last adieu,
And
gaze on Innocence that smiles asleep, Shall no fo
! Yet, ere Colchia’s rugged daughter Perpetrate the dire design,
And
consign to kindred slaughter Children of the
Hercules. This hath my thanks, indeed, I thought thee good. Theseus.
And
for that good deed, now I pity thee! Hercules. I
aven. Hercules. I therefore am prepared, and fixed to die. Theseus.
And
deemest thou the gods regard thy threats? Hercul
slew his sons and wife? Then bid me thence with curses on my head.
And
to the man, whose former days were passed In happ
hath been trained, Naught grieves, as though lie were allied to ills.
And
to this misery shall I come, I ween. The earth wi
y aloud, forbidding me To touch her soil, to pass its waves, the sea,
And
every fountain whence the rivers flow. Thus like
of the sleeping God; Waked by the shrilling hiss, and rustling sound,
And
shrieks of fair attendants trembling round, Their
clenching hands he holds; Till death entwists their convoluted folds.
And
in red torrents from her seven gold heads Fell Hy
lood in Lerna’s lake he sheds; Grasps Achelous with resistless force,
And
drags the roaring river to his course: Binds with
on to his dusky cave; Seized by the throat the howling fiend disarms,
And
tears his gaping jaws with sinewy arms; Lifts pro
ing jaws with sinewy arms; Lifts proud Antæus from his mother-plains,
And
with strong grasp, the struggling giant strains;
his forest den! Where breathing flames through brazen lips, he fled,
And
shakes the rock-roofed cavern o’er his head! Last
ope’s salient strand, Crests with opposing towers the splendid scene,
And
pours from urns immense, the sea between. Loud o’
s the fatal arrow flew, The Centaur’s back admits the feathered wood,
And
thro’ his breast the barbed arrow stood, Which wh
t to her husband’s hands. Th’ unwilling hero takes the gift in haste,
And
o’er his shoulders Lerna’s poison cast, At first
s Lerna’s poison cast, At first the fire with frankincense he strews,
And
utters to the gods his holy vows; And on the marb
re with frankincense he strews, And utters to the gods his holy vows;
And
on the marble altar’s polished frame Pours forth
and all his nerves bedews. With wonted fortitude he bore the smart,
And
not a groan confessed his burning heart, At lengt
m in his curdling blood. Now with the greedy flame his entrails glow,
And
livid sweats down all his body flow. The cracking
noured offspring drove: High o’er the hollow clouds the coursers fly,
And
lodge the hero in the starry sky.” Ovid. If his
, and Hebe for a wife! Her golden youth did with new transports play,
And
crowned his toils in empyrean day. Yet did he oft
his toils in empyrean day. Yet did he oft, though in her arms he lay,
And
tasted to the height immortal youth, Sigh for you
to the height immortal youth, Sigh for young Iole, who, soft as May,
And
rich as Summer, yielded up her truth; There by Eu
by Euripus, ever fickle stream, He won a world in her immortal arms,
And
found his prized honour but a dream Lost in the O
ouble, and to labours born. Death is the gift most welcome to my woe,
And
such a gift a stepdame may bestow. Was it for thi
ighty toils in Elis told? Did not Stymphalian lakes proclaim my fame?
And
fair Parthenian woods resound my name? Who seized
enian woods resound my name? Who seized the golden belt of Thermodon?
And
who the dragon-guarded apples won? Could the fair
eir raging course, Devouring flame through my racked entrails strays,
And
on my lungs and shrivelled muscles preys.’” Ovid
nds his airy journey sped. The gory drops distilled as swift he flew,
And
from each drop envenomed serpents grew. The misch
envenomed serpents grew. The mischiefs brooded on the barren plains,
And
still the unhappy fruitfulness remains. Thence Pe
g winds unable to control, He saw the southern and the northern pole:
And
eastward thrice, and westward thrice was whirled,
northern pole: And eastward thrice, and westward thrice was whirled,
And
from the skies surveyed the nether world. But whe
ness to pursue his flight. He poised his pinions, and forgot to soar,
And
sinking, closed them on th’ Hesperian shore: Then
morn to wake the sun. Here Atlas reigned of more than human size,
And
in his kingdom the world’s limit lies. Here Titan
m the world’s limit lies. Here Titan bids his wearied coursers sleep,
And
cools the burning axle in the deep. The mighty mo
progeny enjoy the prize. For this, the fruit he loftily immured,
And
a fierce dragon the strait pass secured; For this
the strait pass secured; For this, all strangers he forbade to land,
And
drove them from the inhospitable strand, To P
a statue by a hand divine, Had not the wind her waving tresses shewed
And
down her cheeks the melting sorrows flowed. Her f
oks, the more he still admires. Th’ admirer almost had forgot to fly,
And
swift descended, fluttering, from on high.” Ovid
a kindly shower of fruitful gold, Medusa’s snaky head is now my prey,
And
through the clouds I boldly wing my way. If suc
he clouds I boldly wing my way. If such desert be worthy of esteem,
And
, if your daughter I from death redeem. Shall she
Phineus first appeared, The rash ringleader of this boisterous herd,
And
brandishing his brazen pointed lance, ‘Behold,’ h
ou, but the jealous spite Of envious Nereids, and Jove’s high degree,
And
that devouring monster of the sea, That, ready wi
e fairest of my blood. You lost her then when she seemed past relief,
And
wish’d, perhaps, her death, to ease your grief Wi
le, will you grieve that he Exposed his life, the dying maid to free?
And
shall you claim his merit? Had you thought Her ch
ssful against Atlas. “Fierce Phineus now repents the wrongful fight,
And
views his varied friends, a dreadful sight; He kn
ends, a dreadful sight; He knows their faces, for their help he sues,
And
thinks, not hearing him, that they refuse, By nam
far as winds and seas Can bear thee: Hence; oh! quit the Cephan shore
And
never curse it with Medusa more; That horrid head
ng upon the stone like ice; In suppliant posture, with uplifted hands
And
fearful look, the guilty statue stands.” Ovid.
re he had slain the Minotaur. Alas! Fond Ariadne, thee did he desert,
And
heartless left thee on the Naiad’s shore To langu
hat beetles o’er the flood, With daily care the pensive father stood;
And
when he saw impatient from afar? The fatal signal
n ten thousand streams, With winds that move in perfume and in music,
And
more than all, the gift of woman’s beauty. What m
rant. Hidden in the dark recess Of a wide labyrinth, a monster dwelt,
And
every year was human tribute paid By the Athenian
year was human tribute paid By the Athenians. They had bowed in war;
And
every spring the flowers of all the city, Young m
has been woman’s fate, to love, To know one summer day of happiness,
And
then to be most wretched! Leonarde.
msoned the blue sea, a sound Of music and of mirth, came on the wind,
And
radiant shapes and laughing nymphs danced by, And
, came on the wind, And radiant shapes and laughing nymphs danced by,
And
he the Theban god, looked on the maid, And looked
laughing nymphs danced by, And he the Theban god, looked on the maid,
And
looked and loved, and was beloved again. He has j
d, and was beloved again. He has just flung her starry crown on high,
And
bade it there, a long memorial shine, How a god l
— now my breast is free Of the stern secret which so long hath burned
And
given a fever to my very looks. Hip. Madam! I
rning love is mine, For you, Hippolytus, the son of Theseus! Hip.
And
you his wife? Phæ. Aye, boy, ’tis even so; Na
ssion which I now avow, Daily, and hourly, have I striven against it:
And
night by night, when visions and when dreams Pres
adoring thee! Hip. Madam, I would not, could not wrong my father;
And
thou, how canst thou meet his face? Shame, shame,
anton love that leaves The marriage bed, even were it but in thought:
And
thou above thy compeers raised afar, In that thy
with an impure lip, Thy words have pierced her to the soul. Hip.
And
dost thou doubt me father? The. Perfidious wr
aped Jove’s fearful thunder, After a love filled with an awful horror
And
transports of affection fiercely urged, That woul
hy father’s marriage bed, Thou darest present to me thy traitor brow,
And
vow thine innocence. Away from these scenes of th
I shall hold with dread, For ever will the curse cling to my name,
And
endless infamy my memory, That, having given birt
lsehood to thine infamy? Hip. Thy words are most unjust! The.
And
there thou standest with a brow as calm As innoce
d entreat her To come back to the straight path of her duty. The.
And
dost thou think that thou canst thus deceive me?
When masts were on the seas,
And
spears in Marathon. “There was one a leader
And spears in Marathon. “There was one a leader crowned,
And
armed for Greece that day; But the falchions made
none! His voice was not of those That swelled the rolling blast,
And
his steps fell hushed like snows, — ’Twas the
“Far sweeping thro’ the foe, With a furious charge he bore,
And
the Mede left many a bow On the sounding ocea
e bore, And the Mede left many a bow On the sounding ocean shore,
And
the foaming waves grew red, And the sails wer
On the sounding ocean shore, And the foaming waves grew red,
And
the sails were crowded fast, When the sons of Asi
When masts were on the seas,
And
spears in Marathon!” Hemans. Insérer image an
tful of the rest, Amazed the Centaur saw; his clapping hands he beat,
And
stamped in ecstacy the rock with hoofed and horny
eathen-mythology_1842_img208 “His own despair the very stones admire
And
rolling follow his melodious lyre, He forced the
llow his melodious lyre, He forced the heart of hardest oak to groan,
And
made fierce tigers leave their rage and moan.” W
ven the Furies relented. “Already had he passed the courts of Death,
And
charmed with sacred verse the powers beneath; Whi
flinty seats of death: Snakes round the Furies heads did upward rear,
And
seemed to listen to the pleasing air, While fiery
l and unable to forbear, Mistrusting also lest her steps might stray,
And
gladsome of the glimpse of dawning day, He stoppe
opes, and Hell’s conditions broke, A fatal messenger from Pluto flew,
And
snatched the forfeit from a second view, For inst
n, he saw her, but at the same moment she was turned into a shadow. “
And
fainting cries, ‘What fury thee possest? What fre
zed upon thy breast? Once more my eyes are seized with endless sleep,
And
now farewell, I sink into the deep.’ Oblivious ce
like savage creatures clad, Warbling in air perceived his lovely lay,
And
from a rising ground beheld him play: When one, t
s suppliant hands, in vain He tries, before his never failing strain;
And
, from those sacred lips, whose thrilling sound Fi
Death-Song of Alcestis. “She came forth in her bridal robes arrayed,
And
midst the graceful statues round the hall Sheddin
om, and the star-like gleam Of jewels trembling from her braided hair
And
death upon her brow! but glorious death! Her own
notes from the vales, Echoes of song — the last sweet sounds of life
And
the glad sunshine of the golden clime Streamed, a
joy! — or if a thought Of the warm sunlight, and the scented breeze,
And
the sweet Dorian songs, o’erswept the tide Of her
s trembles to the breath Of unborn oracles! then flushed her cheek,
And
all the triumph, all the agony, Born on the battl
w! Its glory and its might — Are they not written on my brow?
And
will that image ever quit thy sight? No! deat
glad light! the light is fair, The soft breeze warm and free;
And
rich notes fill the scented air, And all are gift
e soft breeze warm and free; And rich notes fill the scented air,
And
all are gifts, my love’s last gifts to thee!
when treacherously a blow, Such as thou sees’t here, he aimed at me,
And
pierced my clothes. The weapon grazed my flesh Th
dless was my rage. Blind with revenge I snatched the dagger from him,
And
weltering in his blood he lay transfixed.’” Alfi
d sulphurous flames. He shall be bound and gashed, his skin flead off
And
burned alive. Phor. O spare my age. Œd. Who gav
that infant to thee? Phor. O wretched state! I die, unless I speak;
And
if I speak most certain death attends me. Œd. Th
bow him gently forward, Chafe, chafe his temples — He breathes again,
And
vigorous nature breaks through opposition. How fa
ax, all blazing fire. Stand from this spot, I wish you as my friends,
And
come not near me, lest the gaping earth Swallow y
—————— “From the flying troops Eteocles leaps forth in furious guise,
And
with a terrible accent he exclaims, ‘To Polynice.
a conclusion bring This unjust waste of blood, within your presence,
And
on this field of death — And thou, whom I Should
st waste of blood, within your presence, And on this field of death —
And
thou, whom I Should call no more my brother, do t
tant. Drunk with blood,
And
fury, of his own life quite regardless, Provided
aven and Thebes Thou will’st it!’ While to heaven his eyes he raised,
And
thus exclaimed, his sword he onward thrust: The h
the same bright drop, Shall bear the crown thou did’st usurp from me.
And
that thy soul may fly with more regret Know trait
plot the better to disguise Styles it some unknown mystic sacrifice:
And
such the nature of the hallowed rite, The wife he
n a throne of antique state, Loftily raised, before the banquet sate;
And
, glutton-like, luxuriously pleased With his own f
ling answer with surprise, Around the room he winds his curious eyes;
And
, as he still enquired, and called aloud; Fierce P
d of Itys, gory as it was: Nor ever longed so much to use her tongue,
And
, with a just reproach, to vindicate her wrong.
cries the vaulted parlour rings; His imprecations echo down to hell,
And
rouse the snaky furies from their Stygian cell. O
rom their Stygian cell. One while, he labours to disgorge his breast,
And
free his stomach from the cursed feast; Then, wee
h so swift a force Across the fields, they seem to wing their course:
And
now, on real wings themselves they raise, And ste
m to wing their course: And now, on real wings themselves they raise,
And
steer their airy flight by different ways: One to
harpened like a spear; Thus armed, his looks his inward mind display,
And
, to a lapwing turned, he fans his way.” Ovid.
h, and stopped the coming blow. A mist before the ministers she cast,
And
in the virgin’s room a hind she placed.” After t
ly described: — “Iphigenia. Father! I now may lean upon your breast,
And
you with unreverted eyes will grasp Iphigenia’s h
We are not shades Surely! for yours throbs yet,
And
did my blood Win Troy for Greece?
Tell me then, Tell how my mother fares who loved me so,
And
grieved, as ‘twere for you, to see me part. Frown
nia! O my child! the Earth Has gendered crimes unheard of heretofore,
And
nature may have changed in her last depths, Toget
heard, with bitter rage Lashes his foaming steeds against the skies,
And
, laughing with loud yell at winged fire, Innoxiou
le from the sceptred hand; While Pluto, gentlest brother of the three
And
happiest in obedience, views sedate His tranquil
be your spirit! none on earth Ever was half so kindly in his house,
And
so compliant, even to a child. Never was snatched
the sceptre and the sword. What then can make you speak thus rapidly
And
briefly? in your step thus hesitate? Are you afra
oman! ever false! false was thy last Denunciation, as thy bridal vow;
And
yet even that found faith with me! the dirk Which
e, and let me be unblest; But, O my faultless father! why should you?
And
shun so my embraces? Am I wild An
r! why should you? And shun so my embraces? Am I wild
And
wandering in my fondness? We are
the fearful weapon went, His corslet pierces, and his garment rends,
And
, glancing downward, near his flank descends. The
ding voice and angry eyes. ‘Then is it vain in Jove himself to trust?
And
is it thus the Gods assist the just? When crimes
d for the Prince of Troy; Unseen she came, and burst the golden band,
And
left an empty helmet in his hand.” Homer. The G
e, Patroclus yields to fear, Retires for succour to his social train,
And
flies the fate which Heaven decreed, in vain. Ste
hauled along the plain. Proud on his car th’ insulting victor stood,
And
bore aloft his arms distilling blood. He smites t
noured, in his native land, Given to the rage of an insulting throng,
And
in his parents sight now dragged along. The mothe
er first beheld with sad survey, She rent her tresses venerably gray:
And
cast far off the regal veils away. With piercing
s groans with groans; Tears after tears his mournful cheeks o’erflow,
And
the whole city wears one face of woe.” Homer. A
her fated fall; Whirled his fierce spear with more than mortal force,
And
pierced the thick ribs of the echoing horse; Two
dant train, Arched their blue necks, and shook their towering crests,
And
ploughed their foamy way with speckled breasts; T
y a tangled fold, Close and more close their writhing limbs surround,
And
fix with foamy teeth the envenomed wound. With br
ience blending: — vain The struggle; vain, against the coiling strain
And
gripe, and deepening of the dragon’s grasp, The o
heir flying souls pursue? Rather with steel thy guilty breast invade,
And
take the fortune thou thyself hast made!” Dryden
n-mythology_1842_img246 “Then swiftly to the fatal place she passed,
And
mounts the funeral pile with furious haste; Unshe
e ghosts below,’ Then kissed the couch ‘and must I die,’ she said, ‘
And
unrevenged, ’tis doubly to be dead; Yet even this
came streaming on her hands; Her sad attendants saw the deadly stroke
And
with loud cries, the sounding palace shook. Thric
sounding palace shook. Thrice Dido tried to raise her drooping head,
And
, panting, thrice fell grovelling on the bed. Thri
eyes, and saw the light, But having found it, sickened at the sight,
And
closed her lids at last in endless night.” Dryde
air, she beat her breast, She raised the body, and embraced it round,
And
bathed with tears unfeigned, the gaping wound, Th
ned, the gaping wound, Then her warm lips to the cold face applied — ‘
And
is it thus, ah! thus we meet,’ she cried My Pyram
bles say, the shepherd boy Into a stream, and on its banks would lie,
And
utter her laments in such a tone, As might have m
cily — shepherd swains For many an age would lie by that lone stream,
And
from its watery melodies catch an air, And tune i
d lie by that lone stream, And from its watery melodies catch an air,
And
tune it to their simple instruments.” Barry Corn
emple passed the Sestian maid, Her face a softened dignity displayed;
And
as she shone superior to the rest, In the sweet b
er avowed his passion. “Her lily hand he seized, and gently pressed,
And
softly sighed the passion of his breast, Then to
ere fixed upon the ground, Her cheeks she hid, in rosy blushes drest,
And
veiled her lily shoulders with her vest.” Musæus
turret torch was blazing high, Though rising gale and breaking foam,
And
shrieking sea birds warned him home; And clouds a
sing gale and breaking foam, And shrieking sea birds warned him home;
And
clouds aloft, and tides below, With sighs, and so
and gained in safety the shore which the blazing light had signalled.
And
, oh! the tenderness of that meeting; the obstacle
head, with each a history Of love told by its light; and waving trees
And
perfumed breathings upon every breeze.” L. E. L.
. ———————— “One night the sky, As if with passion, darkened angrily,
And
gusts of wind swept o’er the troubled main Like h
o by her beacon kept Her silent watch, and blamed the night and wept,
And
scarcely dared to look upon the sky; Yet lulling
own of the same name in Cyprus. “There was a statuary, one who loved
And
worshipped the white marble that he shaped; Till,
form like that of Jove serene, With sparkling eyes, and flowing hair,
And
wit, that ever charms the fair.” He gave himself
n God or Goddess gave Her swan-like wings wherewith to fly to heaven.
And
now, at times, when gloomy tempests roar Along th
nd still and moonlight seas, Of love, and loneliness, and fancy gone,
And
hopes decayed for ever: and my ear Caught well re
Did’st thou, as day by day, Rolled heavily away,
And
left thee anxious, nerveless and dejected,
his return, Unwilling to believe thyself forsaken?
And
when contrition came, Chilling th
From the Lucadian steep, Dash, with a desperate leap,
And
hide thyself within the whelming waters?
ed goddess, and the cell Haunted by holy love — the earliest oracle!
And
did’st thou not, thy breast to his replying, Blen
ot, thy breast to his replying, Blend a celestial with a human heart;
And
love, which dies as it was born, in sighing, Shar
venom and not blunt the dart — The dull satiety which all destroys —
And
root from out the soul the deadly weed which cloy
is worldly sphere, Its cradle, and its altar, and its throne:
And
there the new born river lies, Outspread bene
nds for food. Then quitting, reared, and stretched and waved his neck
And
glanced his forky tongue.” Southey. A cow, of w
air while living flowers, With sunny twine the vocal arbours wreathe,
And
gales enamoured, heavenly fragrance breathe?
! for at thy beck Vales and groves their bosoms deck,
And
every laughing blossom dresses With gems
ms of dew, his musky tresses. I feel, I feel thy genial flame divine,
And
hallow thee and kiss thy shrine. “‘Knowest thou
braids ethereal streaming, Thy scaly standards, thy mysterious arms,
And
all thy pains, and all thy charms. ‘O thou for a
or ages born, yet ever young, For ages may thy Brahmins’ lay be sung!
And
when thy glory spreads his emerald wings To waft
pale light Pours her soft radiance through the night,
And
to each floating cloud discovers, The hau
come all our joys and sorrows. Let us worship them and sing of them.”
And
they called these mighty people gods and goddesse
e in weaving and embroidering, for she was very fond of this pastime.
And
then there was Mercury, fleet-footed Mercury. He
rom harm, and played his pipes and danced with them in many a frolic.
And
, if we believe the stories told by the Greeks, in
eautiful, wonderful world, With the wonderful water round you curled,
And
the wonderful grass upon your breast — World, you
— World, you are beautifully dressed. The wonderful air is over me,
And
the wonderful wind is shaking the tree; It walks
ind is shaking the tree; It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,
And
talks to itself on the tops of the hills. You fr
the rivers that flow. With cities and gardens, and cliffs and isles,
And
people upon you for thousands of miles? Ah! you
Nature laughs around; When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And
gladness breathes from the blossoming ground? Th
ming ground? There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And
the gossip of swallows through all the sky; The g
through all the sky; The ground-squirrel gayly chirps by his den,
And
the wilding bee hums merrily by. The clouds are
g bee hums merrily by. The clouds are at play in the azure space
And
their shadows at play on the bright green vale, A
e azure space And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And
here they stretch to the frolic chase, And th
the bright green vale, And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And
there they roll on the easy gale. There’s a danc
en tree, There’s a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And
a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea. And
on the flower, And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And
look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles On
earth. Ceres had one fair young daughter, whom she loved very dearly.
And
no wonder, for Proserpine was the sunniest, happi
opening as I pass. I have looked o’er the hills of the stormy North,
And
the larch has hung all his tassels forth; The fis
h has hung all his tassels forth; The fisher is out on the sunny sea,
And
the reindeer bounds o’er the pastures free, And t
out on the sunny sea, And the reindeer bounds o’er the pastures free,
And
the pine has a fringe of softer green, And the mo
ds o’er the pastures free, And the pine has a fringe of softer green,
And
the moss looks bright, where my step has been. F
r the forest boughs, They are bursting fresh from their sparry caves,
And
the earth resounds with the joy of waves. Felici
ear her bubbling louder and louder, until at last it seemed to speak.
And
this is what it said: “I am the nymph of the foun
o Latona. In fact, it was as lovely a home as any one could wish for.
And
here Latona lived for a long, long time. She was
so cruel to these little children who stretch out their arms to you.”
And
, as she put aside her cloak, the little boy and g
rook I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally,
And
sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a
ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing,
And
here and there a lusty trout, And here and th
With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout,
And
here and there a grayling. And here and there a
And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling.
And
here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I tr
I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel.
And
draw them all along, and flow To join the bri
lows; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows.
And
out again I curve and flow To join the brimmi
of the rivers and the wood nymphs all mourned for their dead friend.
And
they prepared the funeral pile, for in those days
r and soft, white petals, which nodded to its reflection in the pool.
And
to this day the lovely flower, called the narciss
with the color glowing in her cheeks and her breath coming very fast.
And
such beauty as grew under her skillful fingers! Y
heads of victors, and shall be green alike in summer and in winter.”
And
so it came to pass, — the laurel, Apollo’s emblem
lifeless rocks became living and trembled at the beauty of his song.
And
he could so charm people that they would forget a
parted. ——— Orpheus with His Lute Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And
the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves
Come back to life and love!” Oh, all my heart went out to him,
And
the sweet air above; With happy tears my eyes wer
I heard him wail, “Oh, love, What have I done! what have I done!”
And
then I saw no more the sun, And lost were lif
t have I done! what have I done!” And then I saw no more the sun,
And
lost were life and love. Francis W. Bourdillon
of the hunter’s horn. Now through the copse where the fox is found,
And
over the stream, at a mighty bound, And over the
copse where the fox is found, And over the stream, at a mighty bound,
And
over the high lands and over the low, O’er furrow
ndertake a task that I am saving for the bravest man in my kingdom.” “
And
do you think me worthy of this honor?” cried Pers
and said, “Sister, it is my turn to use the eye now. Give it to me.”
And
the third sister said quickly, “No, that is not t
the third sister said quickly, “No, that is not true. It is my turn.”
And
the middle one, who had the eye, cried out, “I pr
ains and led her to her parents. Such happy tears as the people shed!
And
such rejoicing and praises of Perseus on all side
come down to earth, he met Io in the woods and began to talk to her.
And
he found her so lovable that he came again and ag
o keep you.” So she set one of her servants, Argus, to watch the cow.
And
a very good watchman Argus made; for he had a hun
r of Latona, the mother of the beautiful twin gods, Apollo and Diana.
And
one year, when, as usual, the women of the city h
me, I should still have my children, seven times the number of hers.
And
even should fortune take one half of them from me
rrow in her life that she took all the joy that was within her reach.
And
it was always joy to her to hear the hymns sung i
n upon the plain among her dead, and gazed about her in silent grief.
And
thus she sat, day after day, and never moved nor
untain overlooking Thebes, and placed it there among the other rocks.
And
to this day, you can see the woman of stone seate
Children Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play,
And
the questions that perplexed me Have vanished
That look toward the sun, Where thoughts are singing swallows
And
the brooks of morning run. In your hearts are th
r thoughts the brooklet’s flow, But in mine is the wind of autumn
And
the first fall of the snow. Ah! what would the w
te Than reaches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children!
And
whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds ar
g In your sunny atmosphere. For what are all our contrivings
And
the wisdom of our books, When compared with your
And the wisdom of our books, When compared with your caresses,
And
the gladness of your looks? Ye are better than a
ballads That ever were sung or said; For ye are living poems,
And
all the rest are dead. Henry Wadsworth Longfell
uited Hercules better, for he delighted in danger and deeds of valor.
And
that is how the hero came to perform those wonder
slew serpents thrice your size when I was but a baby in the cradle.”
And
he sprang upon the serpent, and in an instant wou
led it with her autumn fruits and flowers and took it for her emblem.
And
this is the story of the origin of the horn of pl
at open to sun and stars and moon; That open to the bright, blue sky,
And
the frolicsome winds as they wander by! They hav
nests on the forest bough; Those homes of delight they need not now;
And
the young and the old they wander out, And traver
delight they need not now; And the young and the old they wander out,
And
traverse their green world round about; And hark!
the old they wander out, And traverse their green world round about;
And
hark! at the top of this leafy hall, How, one to
r the world is fair, Where the merry leaves dance in the summer air.”
And
the birds below give back the cry, “We come, we c
asant the lives of the birds must be, Living in love in a leafy tree;
And
away through the air what joy to go, And to look
ing in love in a leafy tree; And away through the air what joy to go,
And
to look on the green, bright earth below! How pl
ree wing, through the rosy morn! To meet the young sun, face to face,
And
pierce like a shaft the boundless space, To pass
give, like a bird, to go Right on through the arch of the sunlit bow,
And
see how the water drops are kissed Into green and
o soar, and to see beneath The wastes of the blossoming purple heath,
And
the yellow furze, like fields of gold, That gladd
happened which made them forget all about the young prince of Crete.
And
this was nothing less than the coming of their ow
ting and rejoicing at the coming of the heir to the throne of Athens.
And
that was the reason why no one asked after the ot
, and vowed that he would take vengeance on the cruel king of Athens.
And
one day, as Aegeus was walking in the palace gard
——— Rise! For the Day Is Passing Rise! for the day is passing,
And
you lie dreaming on; The others have buckled thei
And you lie dreaming on; The others have buckled their armor
And
forth to the fight are gone. A place in the ranks
is one deed by which she might win his love would not leave her mind.
And
at last, it no longer seemed so dreadful a thing.
ear not — I will kill the Minotaur, and come back to you in triumph.”
And
so he went on his way. During the journey Theseus
d in the doorway. “Come,” said the elder, “follow us to the hilltop.”
And
there was something so commanding in his look and
no longer seemed beautiful to them, and they no longer cared to live.
And
one evening, as they were standing hand in hand i
y trees, which stood for centuries in front of the temple of Jupiter.
And
strangers, who came to the place and heard the be
low. Then the halcyon birds may be seen floating on the quiet waters.
And
because of the name of the birds that are suppose
she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail,
And
whiten the green plains under; And then again I d
the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under;
And
then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh a
ten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain,
And
laugh as I pass in thunder. I am the daughter of
augh as I pass in thunder. I am the daughter of Earth and Water,
And
the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores
ing it hither, for it would add greatly to our wealth and happiness.”
And
then he told the story of Phryxus and Helle, and
g? Long, long afterwards, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And
the song, from beginning to end, I found again in
aright the three tasks I have set can carry away the Golden Fleece.”
And
the tone in which the king gave this answer showe
to conquer all the armed men that will then spring up from the earth.
And
the third is to kill the fierce dragon which guar
so much that she would be willing to give up everything for his sake.
And
so it really was Juno who was helping Jason. The
the green forests, with the birds and the flowers he loved so dearly.
And
to this day the cypress tree is planted above gra
thy mantle, fringed with green, Broidered with leaf and blossom,
And
lay him tenderly to sleep Dear Earth, upon th
Thy woods and waters, only, Gave him their sweet companionship,
And
made his hours less lonely. Then part thy mantle
thy mantle, fringed with green, Broidered with leaf and blossom,
And
lay him tenderly to sleep Dear Earth, upon th
love. Great are the sea and the heaven, Yet greater is my heart;
And
fairer than pearls and stars Flashes and beam
w that Hyacinthus was gone, he turned to this old friend for comfort.
And
he sang a song of love and mourning for the boy,
lmost the color of the blood that had flowed from the boy’s forehead.
And
since that day, so long ago, the beautiful purple
ise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep,
And
long, where thou art lying, Will tears the co
d to murmur in the woodland, That the wood birds ceased from singing,
And
the squirrel Ceased his chatter in the oak tree,
ed from singing, And the squirrel Ceased his chatter in the oak tree,
And
the rabbit Sat upright to look and listen.
s graze, and making a great deal of noise on his hundred-reeded pipe.
And
as he sat there, he watched the sea nymphs sporti
d, and the frightened sea nymphs hid themselves in their green caves.
And
this is the song he sang: “O Galatea, you are fai
The Shepherd’s Song To His Love Come, live with me and be my love,
And
we will all the pleasures prove That hills and va
will all the pleasures prove That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And
all the craggy mountains yield. There will I mak
all the craggy mountains yield. There will I make thee beds of roses
And
a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and
old; A belt of straw and ivy buds With coral clasps and amber studs;
And
if these pleasures may thee move, Come, live with
of One whose purposes hold good for every race, and through all time.
And
, so, the knowledge of mythic lore has led men bro
he and lived a new sympathy, an unselfish thrill, a purified delight!
And
not only as an impulse toward artistic output, or
d where men and things exist simply for the purpose of delighting us.
And
the enduring measure of delight which the æstheti
. How, then, did the senseless and cruel stories come into existence?
And
were they ever believed? How accounted for. — Th
ame to be male, and not female, or how it came to be a person at all.
And
this latter, in studying the origin of myths, is
s through half a summer’s day, With music lulled his indolent repose;
And
, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own br
azing chariot of the Sun A beardless youth who touched a golden lute,
And
filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The
ly Wanderer who bestowed That timely light to share his joyous sport;
And
hence a beaming goddess with her nymphs Across th
aggy covert peeping forth In the low vale, or on steep mountain side;
And
sometimes intermixed with stirring horns Of the l
to understand the first words spoken of them by the children of men.
And
then, in all the most beautiful and enduring myth
attles at their shoulder, and the chariot bends beneath their weight.
And
, on the other hand, collaterally with these corpo
c tradition,” while plausible, are but unsubstantiated contributions.
And
until we possess the earliest records of those un
h notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto’s cheek,
And
made Hell grant what love did seek.” 25 Other l
re heard a most celestial sound Of dainty music which did next ensue,
And
, on the floating waters as enthroned, Arion with
seas from pirates’ view, Stood still, by him astonished at his lore,
And
all the raging seas for joy forgot to roar.” Si
ed from the oaks. This Golden Age had begun in the reign of Cronus.58
And
when these heroes fell asleep in death, they were
w the plough. This was a race of manly men, but insolent and impious.
And
when they died, Jupiter made them ghosts of the u
e her beauty, another persuasive charm, a third the faculty of music.
And
they named her Pandora, “the gift of all the gods
hough cautioned by his brother to beware of Jupiter and all his ways.
And
the caution was not groundless. In the hand of Pa
ow, The suffocating sense of woe, Which speaks but in its loneliness,
And
then is jealous lest the sky Should have a listen
kind, To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness,
And
strengthen man with his own mind. But, baffled as
“But the glories so transcendent That around their memories cluster,
And
, on all their steps attendant, Make their darkene
trength for such sublime endeavor, Thus to scale the walls of heaven,
And
to leaven with fiery leaven All the hearts of men
his shadowy brows; Waved on th’ immortal head th’ ambrosial locks, —
And
all Olympus trembled at his nod.”72 Unfortunate
ainbows, and the flowers With their ethereal colors; the moon’s globe
And
the pure stars in their eternal bowers Are cinctu
ished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And
thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying
lls the twain are wandering:86 The Medicean’s sly and servile grace,
And
the immortal beauty of thy face. One is the spir
mortal beauty of thy face. One is the spirit of all short-lived love
And
outward, earthly loveliness: The tremulous rosy m
sy morn is her mouth’s smile, The sky, her laughing azure eyes above;
And
, waiting for caress, Lie bare the soft hill-slope
Along the chilling mist: Cheating and cheated love that grows to hate
And
ever deeper loathing, soon or late. Thou, too, O
mmeasurably, and thy face Wavers and glimmers there and is withdrawn.
And
many days, when all one’s work is vain, And life
s there and is withdrawn. And many days, when all one’s work is vain,
And
life goes stretching on, a waste gray plain, With
t there before me suddenly, With shade as if a summer cloud did pass,
And
spray of fountains whispering to the grass. Oh, s
e me from the haste and noise and heat That spoil life’s music sweet:
And
from that lesser Aphrodite there — Even now she s
ny rose, Were like a flower that overflows With honey pure and sweet;
And
clustering round that holy mouth, The golden bees
age, entertainment kind, Sweet semblance, friendly offices that bind,
And
all the complements of courtesy; They teach us ho
[Terra-cotta relief: Arch. Zeit.] Here life has death for neighbor,
And
far from eye or ear Wan waves and wet winds labor
whither They wot not who make thither; But no such winds blow hither,
And
no such things grow here. No growth of moor or c
men born; Forgets the earth her mother, The life of fruits and corn;
And
spring and seed and swallow Take wing for her and
swallow Take wing for her and follow Where summer song rings hollow,
And
flowers are put to scorn. ………………………………… We are no
nd flowers are put to scorn. ………………………………… We are not sure of sorrow,
And
joy was never sure; To-day will die to-morrow; Ti
never sure; To-day will die to-morrow; Time stoops to no man’s lure;
And
love, grown faint and fretful, With lips but half
f his former life in a land of spring, sunlight, happiness, and song.
And
by the Fields there flowed the river Lethe, from
fairest meadow that may be, With all green fragrant trees for shade,
And
every scented wind to fan, And sweetest flowers t
th all green fragrant trees for shade, And every scented wind to fan,
And
sweetest flowers to strew the lea; The soft winds
soft winds are their servants fleet To fetch them every fruit at will
And
water from the river chill; And every bird that s
eet To fetch them every fruit at will And water from the river chill;
And
every bird that singeth sweet, Throstle, and merl
and rose, and asphodel, — With these doth each guest twine his crown
And
wreathe his cup, and lay him down Beside some fri
s her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And
are upgathered now like sleeping flowers; For thi
r, with beating heart, in such clear vision had she beheld the dream…
And
she said, “Ah! who was the alien woman that I beh
was scattered afar, exceeding even the sweet perfume of the meadows.
And
he stood before the feet of fair Europa, and kept
uropa, and kept licking her neck, and cast his spell over the maiden.
And
she still caressed him, and gently with her hands
pastime, for truly, he will bear is on his back, and carry all of us!
And
how mild he is, and dear, and gentle to behold, a
sped like a dolphin, faring with unwetted hooves over the wide waves.
And
the sea, as he came, grew smooth, and the sea-mon
of them came on in orderly array, riding on the backs of sea-beasts.
And
himself, the thunderous shaker of the world, appe
ent, lest it might trail and be wet in the hoar sea’s infinite spray.
And
her deep robe was swelled out by the winds, like
like any shepherd girl? One night he sware to grant whate’er I asked:
And
straight I cried, ‘To know thee as thou art! To h
e upon Olympus’ height, I look down, through that oval ring of stars,
And
see the far-off Earth, a twinkling speck — Dust-m
twinkling speck — Dust-mote whirled up from the Sun’s chariot wheel —
And
pity their small hearts that hold a man As if he
onely grove He set up his forlorn pipes, The gouty oak began to move,
And
flounder into hornpipes. The mountain stirred it
, And flounder into hornpipes. The mountain stirred its bushy crown,
And
, as tradition teaches, Young ashes pirouetted dow
n teaches, Young ashes pirouetted down Coquetting with young beeches;
And
briony-vine and ivy-wreath Ran forward to his rhy
g beeches; And briony-vine and ivy-wreath Ran forward to his rhyming,
And
from the valleys underneath Came little copses cl
e linden broke her ranks and rent The woodbine wreaths that bind her,
And
down the middle, buzz! she went With all her bees
ld elms came breaking from the vine, The vine streamed out to follow,
And
, sweating rosin, plumped the pine From many a clo
ow, And, sweating rosin, plumped the pine From many a cloudy hollow.
And
wasn’t it a sight to see, When, ere his song was
, Like some great landslip, tree by tree, The country-side descended;
And
shepherds from the mountain-eaves Looked down, ha
gher, Became a steeple with a spire. The kettle to the top was hoist,
And
there stood fastened to a joist, But with the ups
roast, A sudden alteration feels, Increased by new intestine wheels;
And
, what exalts the wonder more, The number made the
But up against the steeple reared, Became a clock, and still adhered;
And
still its love to household cares By a shrill voi
Like a huge snail, along the wall; There stuck aloft in public view,
And
with small change, a pulpit grew. A bedstead of t
, and since no steer Stayed in the byre, dragged out the chariot old,
And
wore themselves the galling yoke, and brought The
and by his brother’s side Lay Biton, smiling through ambrosial curls,
And
when the people touched them they were dead.124
d off into one another so adroitly that the joining deceives the eye.
And
the effect is like the bow whose long arch tinges
colors, and his glistening eyes. Which when Arachne saw, as overlaid
And
mastered with workmanship so rare, She stood asto
th workmanship so rare, She stood astonished long, ne aught gainsaid;
And
with fast-fixed eyes on her did stare.127 So wo
omede, he made. straight at him. 38. Minerva. [Statue: Müller.] …
And
when they were come nigh in onset on one another,
claimed, “May they never quit that pool, but pass their lives there!”
And
it came to pass accordingly. They still live in t
wroth at heart, bearing on his shoulders his bow and covered quiver.
And
the arrows clanged upon his shoulders in his wrat
ught down the scath Whence all nine fell, rais’d it, and stood erect,
And
thus bespake the goddess enthroned on high: ‘Thou
children in the pass Of virtue, through the tangling wilds of youth,
And
thou didst ever guide them: was it just To smite
e, Decreed his singing not too bad To hear between the cups of wine:
And
so, well pleased with being soothed Into a sweet
ed Into a sweet half-sleep, Three times his kingly beard he smoothed,
And
made him viceroy o’er his sheep. His words were
made him viceroy o’er his sheep. His words were simple words enough,
And
yet he used them so, That what in other mouths wa
low. Men called him but a shiftless youth, In whom no good they saw;
And
yet, unwittingly, in truth, They made his careles
ghed, and called him good-for-naught. Yet after he was dead and gone
And
e’en his memory dim, Earth seemed more sweet to l
h seemed more sweet to live upon, More full of love, because of him.
And
day by day more holy grew Each spot where he had
I shall find him, sure, Drinking, beside the tomb, o’ the sacrifice:
And
if I lie in ambuscade, and leap Out of my lair, a
the whole magnific frame, Each sinew to its service, — up he caught,
And
over shoulder cast the lion-shag, Let the club go
er cast the lion-shag, Let the club go, — for had he not those hands?
And
so went striding off, on that straight way Leads
is is the authentic sign and seal Of Godship that it ever waxes glad,
And
more glad, until gladness blossoms, bursts Into a
d, until gladness blossoms, bursts Into a rage to suffer for mankind,
And
recommence at sorrow: drops like seed After the b
more die into the ground, Taste cold and darkness and oblivion there:
And
thence rise, tree-like grow through pain to joy,
ad. When — but can it be? — … Ay, he it was advancing! In he strode,
And
took his stand before Admetos, — turned Now by de
the hero twitched The veil off; and there stood, with such fixed eyes
And
such slow smile, Alkestis’ silent self! It was th
me, Alkestis moved not once Out of the set gaze and the silent smile;
And
a cold fear ran through Admetos’ frame: “Why does
o tell thee; let evanish quite That consecration to the lower Gods, -
And
on our upper world the third day rise! Lead her i
thyme, The birds on the myrtle bushes, The cicale above in the lime,
And
the lizards below in the grass, Were as silent as
Tmolus was Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneüs was flowing,
And
all dark Tempe lay, In Pelion’s shadow, outgrowin
day, Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns,
And
the Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of
Nymphs of the woods and waves, To the edge of the moist river-lawns,
And
the brink of the dewy caves, And all that did the
o the edge of the moist river-lawns, And the brink of the dewy caves,
And
all that did then attend and follow Were silent w
eet pipings. I sang of the dancing stars, I sang of the dædal Earth,
And
of Heaven — and the giant wars, And Love, and Dea
And of Heaven — and the giant wars, And Love, and Death, and Birth, —
And
then I changed my pipings, — Singing how down the
omp to the Capitol, thou shalt be woven into wreaths for their brows.
And
, as eternal youth is mine, thou also shalt be alw
his pursuing; Be the cause what it might, from his offers she shrunk,
And
, Ginevra-like, shut herself up in a trunk; And, t
his offers she shrunk, And, Ginevra-like, shut herself up in a trunk;
And
, though ’twas a step into which he had driven her
istress! What romance would be left? — who can flatter or kiss trees?
And
, for mercy’s sake, how could one keep up a dialog
ed with green The downward ravine Which slopes to the western gleams:
And
gliding and springing She went, ever singing, In
pheus bold, On his glacier cold, With his trident the mountain strook
And
opened a chasm In the rocks; — with the spasm All
d opened a chasm In the rocks; — with the spasm All Erymanthus shook.
And
the black south wind It concealed behind The urns
the black south wind It concealed behind The urns of the silent snow,
And
earthquake and thunder Did rend in sunder The bar
flight To the brink of the Dorian deep. “Oh, save me! Oh, guide me!
And
bid the deep hide me, For he grasps me now by the
me now by the hair!” The loud Ocean heard, To its blue depth stirred,
And
divided at her prayer; And under the water The Ea
ud Ocean heard, To its blue depth stirred, And divided at her prayer;
And
under the water The Earth’s white daughter Fled l
he dim beams Which amid the streams Weave a network of colored light;
And
under the caves, Where the shadowy waves Are as g
dowy waves Are as green as the forest’s night: Outspeeding the shark,
And
the sword-fish dark, Under the ocean foam, And up
Outspeeding the shark, And the sword-fish dark, Under the ocean foam,
And
up through the rifts Of the mountain clifts They
ugh the rifts Of the mountain clifts They past to their Dorian home.
And
now from their fountains In Enna’s mountains, Dow
e of the shelving hill; At noontide they flow Through the woods below
And
the meadows of Asphodel: And at night they sleep
ontide they flow Through the woods below And the meadows of Asphodel:
And
at night they sleep In the rocking deep Beneath t
he part of the cold-hearted and apparently unyielding huntress-queen.
And
such satisfaction Venus once enjoyed, if we may t
and freshening beads, Lashed from the crystal roof by fishes’ tails.
And
so he kept, until the rosy veils, Mantling the ea
died with Adonis! Woe, woe for Cypris, the mountains all are saying.
And
the oak-trees answer, Woe for Adonis! And the riv
e mountains all are saying. And the oak-trees answer, Woe for Adonis!
And
the rivers bewail the sorrows of Aphrodite, and t
aw; for there before her lay The very Love brighter than dawn of day;
And
as he lay there smiling, her own name His gentle
there smiling, her own name His gentle lips in sleep began to frame,
And
, as to touch her face, his hand did move; O then,
his hand did move; O then, indeed, her faint heart swelled for love,
And
she began to sob, and tears fell fast Upon the be
lict I than to leave thee forever. Love cannot dwell with suspicion.”
And
so he flew away. When Psyche had recovered some d
es of her beloved husband. Therewith down by the wayside did she sit
And
turned the box round, long regarding it; But at t
’s painted wings; When truth’s clear river flowed o’er sands of gold,
And
told in song its high and mystic things! And such
owed o’er sands of gold, And told in song its high and mystic things!
And
such the sweet and solemn tale of her The pilgrim
lley, and the scented air, She heard far echoes of the voice of Love,
And
found his footsteps’ traces everywhere. But neve
and blight the earth, Had come ‘twixt her, a child of sin and tears,
And
that bright spirit of immortal birth; Until her p
ek him only in the skies; Till wings unto the weary heart were given,
And
she became Love’s angel bride in heaven!181 The
se tuneless numbers, wrung By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,
And
pardon that thy secrets should be sung Even into
nged Psyche with awakened eyes? I wandered in a forest thoughtlessly,
And
, on the sudden, fainting with surprise, Saw two f
not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjointed by soft-handed slumber,
And
ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender ey
dark-clustered trees Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep;
And
there by zephyrs, streams, and birds and bees, Th
s, and birds and bees, The moss-lain Dryads shall be lulled to sleep;
And
in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctu
cy e’er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same;
And
there shall be for thee all soft delight That sha
air; the prize was won. Now each walkt slowly forward, both so tired,
And
both alike breathed hard, and stopt at times. Whe
os Hero dwelt; Hero the fair, Whom young Apollo courted for her hair,
And
offer’d as a dower his burning throne, Where she
it, for men to gaze upon… Some say, for her the fairest Cupid pin’d,
And
, looking in her face, was strooken blind. But thi
true: so like was one the other, As he imagined Hero was his mother;
And
oftentimes into her bosom flew, About her naked n
ntimes into her bosom flew, About her naked neck his bare arms threw,
And
laid his childish head upon her breast, And, with
neck his bare arms threw, And laid his childish head upon her breast,
And
, with still panting rockt, there took his rest.
as this had Venus none; The walls were of discolored jasper-stone, …
And
in the midst a silver altar stood: There Hero, sa
cing turtle’s blood, Vail’d to the ground, veiling her eyelids close;
And
modestly they opened as she rose: Thence flew Lov
ey opened as she rose: Thence flew Love’s arrow with the golden head;
And
thus Leander was enamoured. Stone-still he stood,
g e’er the course begin, We wish that one should lose, the other win;
And
one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, l
f thus softly said, ‘Were I the saint he worships, I would hear him’;
And
, as she spake those words, came somewhat near him
deeper was she strook: Yet, evilly feigning anger, strove she still,
And
would be thought to grant against her will. So ha
hetoric to deceive a maid? Ay me! such words as these should I abhor,
And
yet I like them for the orator.’ With that Leande
to have embrac’d her, But from his spreading arms away she cast her,
And
thus bespake him: ‘Gentle youth, forbear To touch
, her tongue tripp’d, For unawares, ‘Come thither,’ from her slipp’d;
And
suddenly her former colour chang’d, And here and
e thither,’ from her slipp’d; And suddenly her former colour chang’d,
And
here and there her eyes through anger rang’d; And
mer colour chang’d, And here and there her eyes through anger rang’d;
And
, like a planet moving several ways At one self in
ove at all, and every part Strove to resist the motions of her heart:
And
hands so pure, so innocent, nay, such As might ha
and with a chasten’d light, Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white,
And
meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so ge
r, That what thou wilt canst give, Oh, listen to a sculptor’s prayer,
And
bid mine image live! For me the ivory and gold Th
ame! Oh, bid her move those lips of rose, Bid float that golden hair,
And
let her choose me, as I chose, This fairest of th
en hair, And let her choose me, as I chose, This fairest of the fair!
And
then an altar in thy court I’ll offer, decked wit
he fair! And then an altar in thy court I’ll offer, decked with gold;
And
there thy servants shall resort, Thy doves be bou
ll of hope there came, A shaft of new desire now pierced him through,
And
therewithal a soft voice called his name, And whe
ow pierced him through, And therewithal a soft voice called his name,
And
when he turned, with eager eyes aflame, He saw be
sight, for though her eyes, Her very lips, were such as he had made,
And
though her tresses fell but in such guise As he h
tood, but she now drew anear, Simple and sweet as she was wont to be,
And
once again her silver voice rang clear, Filling h
in her silver voice rang clear, Filling his soul with great felicity,
And
thus she spoke, “Wilt thou not come to me, O dear
I opened first mine eyes I stood within the niche thou knowest well,
And
from my hand a heavy thing there fell Carved like
when I saw her there, For with my life was born some touch of dread,
And
therewithal I heard her voice that said, ‘Come do
ely pure: Exchange this endless life of art For beauty that must die,
And
blossom with a beating heart Into mortality! Chan
d request. As love and death have joined us, let one tomb contain us.
And
thou, tree, retain the marks of slaughter. Let th
this innocent replied, in effect, “I know a trick better than that!”
And
when the puzzled Apollo, having traced the knaver
hus follow; Ivy crowns that brow, supernal As the forehead of Apollo,
And
possessing youth eternal. Round about him fair B
d in another section.199 Behold, behold! the granite gates unclose,
And
down the vales a lyric people flows; Dancing to m
their dance they fling Their frantic robes to every wind that blows,
And
deathless praises to the vine-god sing. Nearer th
e, in stately rows, With eye that flashes, and with cheek that glows,
And
all the while their tribute-songs they bring, And
h cheek that glows, And all the while their tribute-songs they bring,
And
newer glories of the past disclose, And deathless
eir tribute-songs they bring, And newer glories of the past disclose,
And
deathless praises to the vine-god sing. … But oh!
y, what inspired ire! The brindled panthers know the prize they bear,
And
harmonize their steps with stately care; Bent to
ning, like a living rose, The immortal splendor of his face he shows,
And
where he glances, leaf and flower and wing Trembl
af and flower and wing Tremble with rapture, stirred in their repose,
And
deathless praises to the vine-god sing.200 …
by his strains. The very trees and rocks were sensible to the charm.
And
so also was Eurydice, — whom he loved and won.
Ixion’s wheel stood still. Now, past all peril, free was his return,
And
now was hastening into upper air Eurydice, when s
rpheus! there was all Thy labour shed, there burst the Dynast’s bond,
And
thrice arose that rumour from the lake. “Ah, wha
d, like a vapour, into air Flew, nor beheld him as he claspt the void
And
sought to speak; in vain; the ferry-guard Now wou
ontinued months, ‘tis said, He breath’d his sorrows in a desert cave,
And
sooth’d the tiger, moved the oak, with song.209
to join and past Down to the trackless wood, full pale and overcast.
And
all day long her slight spear devious flew, And h
l pale and overcast. And all day long her slight spear devious flew,
And
harmless swerved her arrows from their aim, For e
n the still unwounded game. Then, at last, a hunter’s cry there came,
And
, lo! a hart that panted with the chase. Thereat h
panted with the chase. Thereat her cheek was lightened as with flame,
And
swift she gat her to a leafy place, Thinking, “I
bly with a wistful fear, Till, at the dawn, the hornèd wood-men found
And
bore her gently on a sylvan bier, To lie beside t
en to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath,
And
after many a summer dies the swan. Me only crue
how they give; But thy strong Hours indignant work’d their wills,
And
beat me down and marr’d- and wasted me, And tho
t work’d their wills, And beat me down and marr’d- and wasted me,
And
tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To d
n presence of immortal youth, Immortal age beside immortal youth,
And
all I was, in ashes. Can thy love, Thy beauty,
glimmer steals From thy pure brows, and from thy shoulders pure,
And
bosom beating with a heart renew’d. Thy cheek b
and the wild team Which love thee, yearning for thy yoke, arise,
And
shake the darkness from their loosen’d manes, A
hy yoke, arise, And shake the darkness from their loosen’d manes,
And
beat the twilight into flakes of fire. “Lo! ev
rs are on my cheek. “Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy tears,
And
make me tremble lest a saying learnt In days fa
m fields about the homes Of happy men that have the power to die,
And
grassy barrows of the happier dead. Release me,
beauty morn by morn; I earth in earth forget these empty courts,
And
thee returning on thy silver wheels.” § 115. Me
vibrates all its strings; Accordant aisles the tender tones prolong,
And
holy echoes swell the adoring song.” 224 Cha
ies sent wandering in cold and darkness. “The lonely mountains o’er,
And
the resounding shore, A voice of weeping heard an
ad. “Earth outgrows the mythic fancies Sung beside her in her youth;
And
those debonair romances Sound but dull beside the
not be finished so long as there is a sun, or a poet to gaze upon it.
And
that Pan is not yet dead, but alive even in the p
the cries of greed and gain, The curbstone war, the auction’s hammer,
And
swift, on Music’s misty ways, It led, from all th
, To ancient sweet-do-nothing days Among the kirtle-robed Sicilians.
And
as it still’d the multitude, And yet more joyous
s Among the kirtle-robed Sicilians. And as it still’d the multitude,
And
yet more joyous rose, and shriller, I saw the min
s Pan himself had wandered here, A-strolling through the sordid city,
And
piping to the civic ear The prelude of some pasto
, cased in rusty shoes, Were cross’d, as on some frieze you see them,
And
trousers, patch’d of divers hues, Conceal’d his c
ooked shanks beneath them. He fill’d the quivering reeds with sound,
And
o’er his mouth their changes shifted, And with hi
quivering reeds with sound, And o’er his mouth their changes shifted,
And
with his goat’s eyes look’d around Where’er the p
h his goat’s eyes look’d around Where’er the passing current drifted;
And
soon, as on Trinacrian hills The nymphs and herds
le old Silenus stagger’d out From some new-fangled lunch-house handy,
And
bade the piper, with a shout, To strike up “Yanke
His hair was all in tangled curl, Her tawny legs were bare and taper.
And
still the gathering larger grew, And gave its pen
tawny legs were bare and taper. And still the gathering larger grew,
And
gave its pence and crowded nigher. While aye the
s! So thought I; — but among us trod A man in blue with legal baton;
And
scoff’d the vagrant demigod, And push’d him from
trod A man in blue with legal baton; And scoff’d the vagrant demigod,
And
push’d him from the step I sat on. Doubting I mus
n the greenness below; Dusky and brown’d Close the leaves all around;
And
yet, all the while, Thro’ the boughs I can see A
ing at me. ... “Why, all day long, I run about With a madcap throng,
And
laugh and shout. Silenus grips My ears and stride
laugh and shout. Silenus grips My ears and strides On my shaggy hips,
And
up and down In an ivy crown Tipsily rides; And wh
des On my shaggy hips, And up and down In an ivy crown Tipsily rides;
And
when in doze His eyelids close, Off he tumbles, a
lls, I stagger after The wood-nymphs fleet, Who with mocking laughter
And
smiles retreat; And just as I clasp A yielding wa
The wood-nymphs fleet, Who with mocking laughter And smiles retreat;
And
just as I clasp A yielding waist, With a cry embr
With a cry embraced, — Gush! it melts from my grasp Into water cool,
And
— bubble! trouble! Seeing double I! I stumble and
me in, the flowers That prink my fountain’s brim, are hers and mine;
And
when the days are mild and fair, And grass is spr
ntain’s brim, are hers and mine; And when the days are mild and fair,
And
grass is springing, buds are blowing, Sweet it is
er down the mountain-side Creep thro’ dark greenness in the eventide;
And
at the fountain’s brink Casting great shades, the
By Dian’s truthful brow, The great god Pan himself did pass this way,
And
, all in festal oak-leaves clad, His limbs among t
’d to their music glad, Saw and heard them flowing, flowing, flowing,
And
ah! his face was worn and sad! “Mild joys like s
round the stars above, Swimming proudly, swimming proudly, swimming,
And
waiting on the Moon I love. “So tenderly I keep t
guerdon of a daring heart. So Rhœcus made no doubt that he was blest,
And
all along unto the city’s gate Earth seemed to sp
th him as he walked, The clear, broad sky looked bluer than its wont,
And
he could scarce believe he had not wings, Such su
mountain-peak of Thessaly Against the red disk of the setting sun, —
And
instantly the blood sank from his heart. … … Quit
rom his heart. … … Quite spent and out of breath he reached the tree,
And
, listening fearfully, he heard once more The low
ith nectar any mortal heart: But thou didst scorn my humble messenger
And
sent’st him back to me with bruised wings. We spi
. We spirits only show to gentle eyes, We ever ask an undivided love,
And
he who scorns the least of Nature’s works Is then
never see me more.” Then Rhœcus beat his breast, and groaned aloud,
And
cried, “Be pitiful! forgive me yet This once and
round him: o’er the plain The city sparkled with its thousand lights,
And
sounds of revel fell upon his ear Harshly and lik
my forehead, from this to the other ear, one long, unbroken eyebrow.
And
but one eye is on my forehead, and broad is the n
cattle, and from these I draw and drink the best, milk in the world.
And
cheese I never lack, in summer time or autumn, na
et apple, and of myself, too, I sing, many a time, deep in the night.
And
for thee I tend eleven fawns, all crescent browed
work of pain; so not enough Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt,
And
buoyant round my limbs. At first I dwelt Whole da
ce, And Tethys’ grave, majestic pace, By hoary Nereus’ wrinkled look,
And
the Carpathian wizard’s hook, By scaly Triton’s w
k, And the Carpathian wizard’s hook, By scaly Triton’s winding shell,
And
old soothsaying Glaucus’ spell, By Leucothea’s lo
ell, And old soothsaying Glaucus’ spell, By Leucothea’s lovely hands,
And
her son that rules the strands, By Thetis’ tinsel
And her son that rules the strands, By Thetis’ tinsel-slippered feet,
And
the songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope’s25
eet, And the songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope’s254 dear tomb
And
fair Ligea’s 255 golden comb, Wherewith she sits
glance; Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed,
And
bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summon
dreadful their faces were, Carved all about with wrinkles of despair;
And
as they sat they crooned a dreary song, Complaini
ce that no one came anear, In that wan place desert of hope and fear;
And
singing, still they rocked their bodies bent, And
t of hope and fear; And singing, still they rocked their bodies bent,
And
ever each to each the eye they sent.272 Snatchi
ce sat two of the sisters, — But a third woman paced about the hall,
And
ever turned her head from wall to wall And moaned
oman paced about the hall, And ever turned her head from wall to wall
And
moaned aloud, and shrieked in her despair; Becaus
zed her foes to congealed stone, But rigid looks of chaste austerity,
And
noble grace that dashed brute violence With sudde
country people, Eunice, and Malis, and Nycheia, with her April eyes.
And
now the boy was holding out the wide-mouthed pitc
from the water, and, hard by though he was, he seemed very far away.
And
as when a bearded lion, a ravening lion on the hi
’ sandy shore they thronged, Gleaming in armor, ardent of exploits, —
And
soon, the laurel cord and the huge stone Upliftin
ous length the skilful hand Of Argus fashioned for the proud attempt;
And
in the extended keel a lofty mast Upraised, and s
ta! no man dares Praise thee, though fairer than whom all men praise,
And
godlike for thy grace of hallowed hair And holy h
than whom all men praise, And godlike for thy grace of hallowed hair
And
holy habit of thine eyes, and feet That make the
nnow and whirl it; yet we praise Gods, found because of thee adorable
And
for thy sake praiseworthiest from all men: Thee t
from her side Sprang her hounds, laboring at the leash, and slipped.
And
plashed ear-deep with plunging feet; but she Sayi
mbling round the barbed wound, Hateful; and fiery with invasive eyes,
And
bristling with intolerable hair, Plunged, and the
l handled spear, Grasped where the ash was knottiest hewn, and smote,
And
with no missile wound, the monstrous boar Right i
ess. Thereat she laughed — Lit with a low blush to the braided hair,
And
rose-colored and cold like very dawn, Golden and
with chaste lips, A faint grave laugh; and all they held their peace,
And
she passed by them. Then one cried, “Lo now, Shal
shoot out lips at us, Saying all we were despoiled by this one girl?”
And
all they rode against her violently And cast the
despoiled by this one girl?” And all they rode against her violently
And
cast the fresh crown from her hair, and now They
for him, too, stricken through both sides The earth felt falling, … …
And
these being slain, None moved, nor spake.320 Of
ted and dishevelled hair; His scattered plumage danced upon the wave,
And
sorrowing Nereïds decked his watery grave; O’er h
his watery grave; O’er his pale corse their pearly sea-flowers shed,
And
strewed with crimson moss his marble bed; Struck
n moss his marble bed; Struck in their coral towers the passing bell,
And
wide in ocean tolled his echoing knell.”324 Dæd
d, unquench’d, deep-sunken, old-world pain — Say, will it never heal?
And
can this fragrant lawn With its cool trees, and n
ever heal? And can this fragrant lawn With its cool trees, and night,
And
the sweet, tranquil Thames, And moonshine, and th
lawn With its cool trees, and night, And the sweet, tranquil Thames,
And
moonshine, and the dew, To thy rack’d heart and b
ustained him to the last. Both his daughters were, also, with him: —
And
then he called his girls, and bade them fetch Cle
r water from the stream, and bring to him For cleansing and libation.
And
they went, Both of them, to yon hill we look upon
m, to yon hill we look upon, Owned by Demeter of the fair green corn,
And
quickly did his bidding, bathed his limbs, And cl
f the fair green corn, And quickly did his bidding, bathed his limbs,
And
clothed them in the garment that is meet. And whe
ding, bathed his limbs, And clothed them in the garment that is meet.
And
when he had his will in all they did, And not one
n the garment that is meet. And when he had his will in all they did,
And
not one wish continued unfulfilled, Zeus from the
hey then forbear Smiting their breasts, nor groanings lengthened out;
And
when he heard their bitter cry, forthwith Folding
n this day ye cease to have A father. All my days are spent and gone;
And
ye no more shall lead your wretched life, Caring
ch furnished ample materials for the epic and tragic poets of Greece.
And
here the younger heroes of Greece make their appe
d die I knew (how should I not?), though thy decree Had never spoken.
And
before my time If I shall die, I reckon this a ga
lives, as I, in many woes, How can it be but he shall gain by death?
And
so for me to bear this doom of thine Has nothing
that the aged Creon recognizes the insolence of his narrow judgment.
And
those that stand beside him say: — Man’s highest
eside him say: — Man’s highest blessedness In wisdom chiefly stands;
And
in the things that touch upon the gods, ’Tis best
o shun unholy pride; Great words of boasting bring great punishments,
And
so to gray-haired age Teach wisdom at the last.34
g verdurous Tempe — Tempe embowered deep mid superimpendent forests.
And
after the river-god, who bore with him nodding pl
as they span, as they span, was the tooth kept nipping and smoothing,
And
to the withered lip clung morsels of wool as they
were white as snow. Never on earthly anvil Did such rare armor gleam,
And
never did such gallant steeds Drink of an earthly
sell’d marble, standing there; A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And
most divinely fair. Her loveliness with shame an
d-for wind was given; I then revolved The oracle upon the silent sea;
And
if no worthier led the way, resolved That of a th
loss I thought, beloved Wife! On thee too fondly did my memory hang,
And
on the joys we shared in mortal life, — The paths
spiry trees for ages grew From out the tomb of him for whom she died;
And
ever when such stature they had gained That Ilium
since the death of Patroclus was at the sight of this splendid armor.
And
now arrayed in it, he went forth to the camp, cal
t they reared a pile of stones. “Such honors Ilium to her hero paid,
And
peaceful slept the mighty Hector’s shade.”354
pent’s coils. … Vain The struggle; vain, against the coiling strain
And
gripe, and deepening of the dragon’s grasp, The o
ng the Lotos, day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach,
And
tender curving lines of creamy spray; To lend our
t, shut in an urn of brass! “Dear is the memory of our wedded lives,
And
dear the last embraces of our wives And their war
e memory of our wedded lives, And dear the last embraces of our wives
And
their warm tears: but all hath suffered change; F
usehold hearths are cold: Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange:
And
we should come like ghosts to trouble joy. “… Bu
n’s hearts to bleed! — To waste long days in yearning, dumb distress,
And
memory of things gone, and utter hopelessness! …
n hopeless bitterness were fain To rend the oaken woodwork as before,
And
tear the troughs in impotence of pain, — Not know
and with his tail glad sign he gave Of gratulation, impotent to rise,
And
to approach his master as of old. Ulysses, noting
roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men
And
manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself
es, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor’d of them all;
And
drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the
hings; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself
And
this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow kno
he gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And
see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho’ much i
ry. Shall I trust Æneas to the chances of the weather and the winds?”
And
he continued to grasp the helm and to keep his ey
d, “Wouldst thou then, Nisus, refuse to share thy enterprise with me?
And
shall I let thee go into such danger alone? Not s
at he could not deny but that he had brought great shame on himself. “
And
what grieves me most,” he added, “is that ye will
which so long as I live and have my way thou shalt never enter again.
And
, by my troth, had I known beforehand, that thou h
and battle-axes; for do what they would none of them could harm him.
And
this became a favorite pastime with them and was
nwitting Höder threw — ‘Gainst that alone had Balder’s life no charm.
And
all the gods and all the heroes came, And stood r
had Balder’s life no charm. And all the gods and all the heroes came,
And
stood round Balder on the bloody floor, Weeping a
wailing; and Valhalla rang Up to its golden roof with sobs and cries;
And
on the tables stood the untasted meats, And in th
roof with sobs and cries; And on the tables stood the untasted meats,
And
in the horns and gold-rimmed skulls the wine. And
the untasted meats, And in the horns and gold-rimmed skulls the wine.
And
now would night have fall’n and found them yet Wa
away to Lidskialf; and the gods in Valhalla returned to the feast: —
And
before each the cooks, who served them, placed Ne
oks, who served them, placed New messes of the boar Serimnir’s flesh,
And
the Valkyries crowned their horns with mead. So t
see his brother’s face, For it grew dark; but Höder touched his arm.
And
as a spray honeysuckle flower Brushes across a ti
the deep dew-moisten’d dust On a May evening, in the darkened lanes,
And
starts him, that he thinks a ghost went by, So Ho
ermod, and set forth with dawn To Hela’s kingdom, to ask Balder back;
And
they shall be thy guides who have the power.” He
leet-footed Hermod came Home, and lay down to sleep in his own house;
And
all the gods lay down in their own homes. And Hod
ome distraught with grief, Loathing to meet, at dawn, the other gods;
And
he went in, and shut the door, and fixt His sword
idskialf Odin rose, The throne, from which his eye surveys the world;
And
mounted Sleipnir, and in darkness rode To Asgard.
veys the world; And mounted Sleipnir, and in darkness rode To Asgard.
And
the stars came out in heaven, High over Asgard, t
, to light home the king. But fiercely Odin gallop’d, moved in heart:
And
swift to Asgard, to the gate he came, And terribl
n gallop’d, moved in heart: And swift to Asgard, to the gate he came,
And
terribly the hoofs of Sleipnir rang Along the fli
the hoofs of Sleipnir rang Along the flinty floor of Asgard streets,
And
the gods trembled on their golden beds Hearing th
hful father* coming home — For dread, for like a whirlwind Odin came.
And
to Valhalla’s gate he rode, and left Sleipnir; an
gate he rode, and left Sleipnir; and Sleipnir went to his own stall;
And
in Valhalla Odin laid him down. That night in a
is the life they lead In that dim world, in Hela’s mouldering realm;
And
doleful are the ghosts, the troops of dead, Whom
ther’s look and speech, Wandering together through that gloomy world,
And
talking of the life we led in heaven, While we ye
rds him with a cry, but he Mournfully shook his head and disappeared.
And
as the woodman sees a little smoke Hang in the ai
set free her airy soul, Which took, on Balder’s track, the way below;
And
instantly the sacred morn appeared. With the mor
from a cold place into a hot one. Then the messengers returned, — …
And
they rode home together, through the wood Of Jarn
n Balder and Hermod, after Hermod has a second time ridden to Hel: —
And
the fleet-footed Hermod made reply: — 392 “Thou
for ever; and the years roll on, The generations pass, the ages grow,
And
bring us nearer to the final day When from the so
earer to the final day When from the south shall march the fiery band
And
cross the bridge of heaven, with Lok for guide, A
the giant Rymer steers His ship, and the great serpent makes to land;
And
all are marshall’d in one flaming square Against
these can nought avail? Yet, doubtless, when the day of battle comes,
And
the two hosts are marshall’d, and in heaven The g
marshall’d, and in heaven The golden-crested cock shall sound alarm,
And
his black brother-bird from hence reply, And buck
cock shall sound alarm, And his black brother-bird from hence reply,
And
bucklers clash, and spears begin to pour — Longin
e these, what happier day? Tell me, that I may ponder it when gone.”
And
the ray-crownèd Balder answered him: — “Far to th
present earth and heavens The tempest of the latter days hath swept,
And
they from sight have disappeared and sunk, Shall
with wonder, never fill Our eyes with gazing, and rebuild with tears.
And
we shall tread once more the well-known plain Of
ong the grass shall find The golden dice wherewith we played of-yore;
And
that shall bring to mind the former life And past
ewith we played of-yore; And that shall bring to mind the former life
And
pastime of the gods — the wise discourse Of Odin,
by name; and of the sons Sigmund was the eldest and the most valiant.
And
the Volsungs abode in peace till Siggeir, king of
ass394 O’er the cloudless noontide heaven; and some men turned about
And
deemed that in the doorway they heard a man laugh
rnt bright with the flame of the sea, and the blended silver’s gleam.
And
such was the guise of his raiment as the Volsung
any lord, But forth from his cloudy raiment he drew a gleaming sword,
And
smote it deep in the tree-bole, and the wild hawk
f the tale. Be merry, Earls of the Goth-folk, O Volsung Sons be wise,
And
reap the battle-acre that ripening for you lies:
tain-side That the shining house of heaven is wrought exceeding wide,
And
that there the Early-comers shall have abundant r
rest While Earth grows scant of great ones, and fadeth from its best,
And
fadeth from its midward, and groweth poor and vil
a happy dream We stir not lest we waken; but there his speech had end
And
slowly down the hall-floor, and outward did he we
eech had end And slowly down the hall-floor, and outward did he wend;
And
none would cast him a question or follow on his w
ke flame; Gleaming-gray was his kirtle, and his hood was cloudy-blue;
And
he bore a mighty twi-bill, as he waded the fight-
And he bore a mighty twi-bill, as he waded the fight-sheaves through,
And
stood face to face with Sigmund, and upheaved the
of war. Then clashed the meeting edges with Sigmund’s latest stroke,
And
in shivering shards fell earthward that fear of w
e Drave on the unbroken spear-wood ’gainst the Volsung’s empty hands:
And
there they smote down Sigmund, the wonder of all
re him on his horse, Greyfell, Sigurd comes to the Hill of Hindfell.
And
sitteth awhile on Greyfell on the marvellous thin
to gaze: For lo, the side of Hindfell enwrapped by the fervent blaze,
And
naught ‘twixt earth and heaven save a world of fl
And naught ‘twixt earth and heaven save a world of flickering flame,
And
a hurrying, shifting tangle, where the dark rents
Now Sigurd turns in his saddle, and the hilt of the Wrath he shifts,
And
draws a girth the tighter; then the gathered rein
fts, And draws a girth the tighter; then the gathered reins he lifts,
And
crieth aloud to Greyfell, and rides at the wildfi
t the white wall wavers before him and the flame-flood rusheth apart,
And
high o’er his head it riseth, and wide and wild i
The white flame licks his raiment and sweeps through Greyfell’s mane,
And
bathes both hands of Sigurd and the hilts of Fafn
mane, And bathes both hands of Sigurd and the hilts of Fafnir’s bane,
And
winds about his war-helm and mingles with his hai
ar; — Then it falls and fades and darkens till all seems left behind,
And
dawn and the blaze is swallowed in mid-mirk stark
den buckler, instead of a banner, which rings against the flag-staff.
And
he enters and finds the form of one asleep — in a
So he draweth the helm from the head, and, lo, the brow snow-white,
And
the smooth unfurrowed cheeks, and the wise lips b
And the smooth unfurrowed cheeks, and the wise lips breathing light;
And
the face of a woman it is, and the fairest that e
t he looketh, and loveth her sore, and he longeth her spirit to move,
And
awaken her heart to the world, that she may behol
And awaken her heart to the world, that she may behold him and love.
And
he toucheth her breast and her hands, and he love
he toucheth her breast and her hands, and he loveth her passing sore;
And
he saith, “Awake! I am Sigurd,” but she moveth ne
Then a flush cometh over her visage and a sigh upheaveth her breast,
And
her eyelids quiver and open, and she wakeneth int
st; Wide-eyed on the dawning she gazeth, too glad to change or smile,
And
but little moveth her body, nor speaketh she yet
le, And but little moveth her body, nor speaketh she yet for a while;
And
yet kneels Sigurd, moveless, her wakening speech
While soft the waves of the daylight o’er the starless heavens speed,
And
the gleaming vines of the Shield-burg yet bright
d the gleaming vines of the Shield-burg yet bright and brighter grow,
And
the thin moon hangeth her horns dead-white in the
she turned and gazed on Sigurd, and her eyes met the Volsung’s eyes.
And
mighty and measureless now did the tide of his lo
urd awakened; and she loved him, for he was without fear and godlike.
And
she taught him many wise sayings; and they plight
future, knew even this. Sigurd was to wed with another than Brynhild.
And
it befell in this wise. In the land of the Niblun
interpretation of the dream. “The hawk,” said Brynhild, “is Sigurd.”
And
so it came to pass. Sigurd visiting the court of
ood From the breast of the mighty Sigurd: he heard it and understood,
And
rose up on the sword of Guttorm, and turned from
ose up on the sword of Guttorm, and turned from the country of death,
And
spake words of loving-kindness as he strove for l
upon her, as he had promised, from his abiding-place among the dead.
And
thus had the words of her sorrow an end. Her sons
so might be, That she the absent Kriemhild yet once again might see,
And
told him, too, in secret, whereon her thoughts we
ng Oak: — “That Thessalian growth on which the swarthy ring-dove sat
And
mystic sentence spoke,” etc. Poem: Lewis Morris,
been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal’s vengeance; in his eye
And
nostril, beautiful disdain, and might And majesty
tal’s vengeance; in his eye And nostril, beautiful disdain, and might
And
majesty flash their full lightnings by, Developin
r a Month; J. G. Saxe, Death and Cupid, on their exchange of arrows, “
And
that explains the reasdn why Despite the gods abo
on’s cheek (but none knows how) With these, the crystal of his brow,
And
then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Cam
says 4: 176. “Another age shall see the golden ear Imbrown the slope…
And
laughing Ceres reassume the land.” Spring 66; Sum
Hawthornden, “Nymphs, sister nymphs, which haunt this crystal brook,
And
happy in these floating bowers abide,” etc.; Pope
beauty lies The Cynosure of neighb’ring eyes” (L’Allegro); also his “
And
thou shalt be our star of Arcady, Or Tyrian Cynos
led over heaven before the age of Saturn (Cronus). So Milton, P. L., “
And
fabled how the serpent, whom they called Ophion,
Twas in his carriage the sublime Sir Richard Blackmore used to rhyme,
And
, if the wits don’t do him wrong, ‘Twixt death and
romwell (chorus, Endymion and Laura); O. W. Holmes, Metrical Essays, “
And
, Night’s chaste empress, in her bridal play. Laug
aë. — Tennyson, Princess, “Now lies the earth all Danaë to the stars,
And
all thy heart lies open unto me.” Translations of
permnestra and Lynceus). Gorgons and Medusa. Spenser, Epithalamion, “
And
stand astonished like to those which read Medusa’
ll with virtuous wing assay To mount to heaven, on Pegasus must ride,
And
with sweet Poet’s verse be glorified”; also F. Q.
he winds are high, and Helle’s tide Rolls darkly heaving to the main;
And
night’s descending shadows hide That field with b
g lions whirl thy mighty car! Oh! kindly second this auspicious sign,
And
grace thy Phrygians with thy aid divine. Inspir’d
ts enthron’d in gold. High heaven the footstool of his feet he makes,
And
, wide beneath him, all Olympus shakes. He speaks,
tion of the God; High heav’n, with trembling, the dread signal takes,
And
all Olympus to the centre shakes. Pope’s Homer’s
e level on the deep; Earth to the centre shakes; high heav’n is awed,
And
all th’ immortal pow’rs stand trembling at the Go
s of the clouds, With lightning arm’d, his red right hand puts forth,
And
shakes, with burning bolts, the solid earth; The
sunk and pierc’d with dread; He strikes vast Rhodope’s exalted crown,
And
hurls huge Athos and Ceraunia down. Thick fall th
o Lucina. Juno’s Chariot. She speaks; Minerva burns to meet the war,
And
now heav’n’s empress calls her blazing car. At he
e form’d an arch before. Silver the beam, th’ extended yoke was gold,
And
golden reins the immortal coursers hold; Herself,
and flaming jewels blaz’d. The folding gates diffus’d a silver light,
And
with a milder gleam refresh’d the sight. Of polis
pe courts the eyes, Men, towns, and beasts in distant prospects rise;
And
nymphs and streams and woods and rural deities. O
heaten garlands crown’d; Here Autumn the rich trodden grapes besmear,
And
hoary Winter shivers in the rear. ——— Chariot a
he gen’rous steeds retire, Dropping ambrosial foam and snorting fire,
And
now the fiery horses neigh’d aloud, Breathing out
louds and yielding air. With winged speed, outstrip the eastern wind,
And
leave the breezes of the morn behind. Ovid’s Met
swan. The Fall of Phaeton. Jove call’d to witness every power above,
And
e’en the God whose son the chariot drove, That wh
thunderstruck from heav’n; The coursers started with a sudden bound,
And
flung the reins and chariot to the ground: The st
l, and here a silver spoke; Here, the bright beam and axle torn away,
And
scatter’d o’er the earth, the shining fragments l
d, familiar to the dome. With gentle blandishment, our men they meet,
And
wag their tails, and fawning lick their feet. Now
fawning lick their feet. Now on the threshold of the dome they stood,
And
heard a voice resounding thro’ the wood. Placed a
nhappy men she plac’d. Milk newly press’d, the sacred flour of wheat,
And
honey fresh and Pramnian wines, the treat. But ve
rken all the soul. Soon, in the luscious feast, themselves they lost,
And
drank oblivion of their native coast. Instant her
bristle into swine. Still curst with sense, their minds remain alone,
And
their own voice affrights them when they groan.
d the palace blaze. Here, wolves with howlings scare the naval train,
And
lions roar, reluctant to the chain. Here, growlin
ant to the chain. Here, growling bears and swine their ears affright,
And
break the solemn silence of the night. These once
estilence upon the Greeks. Apollo heard. The favouring power attends,
And
from Olympus’ lofty tops descends Pent was his bo
s silver shafts resound. Breathing revenge, a sudden night he spread,
And
gloomy darkness roll’d around his head. The fleet
roll’d around his head. The fleet in view, he twang’d his deadly bow;
And
hissing fly the feather’d fates below. On mules a
feather’d fates below. On mules and dogs, the infection first began;
And
last the vengeful arrows fixed on man. Pope’s Ho
y called orgies. Bacchus. Bacchus, on thee we call, in hymns divine,
And
hang thy statues on the lofty pine. Hence, plenty
s the rich plantations grace. Then let us Bacchus’ praises duly sing,
And
consecrated cakes and chargers bring; Dragg’d by
and chargers bring; Dragg’d by their horns, let victim goats expire;
And
roast on hazel spits before the sacred fire. Come
of thy reign abound; Each field replete, with blushing autumn, glow,
And
in deep tides, by thee, the foaming vintage flow.
mble Flight and Fear, Here storm’d Contention, and here Fury frown’d,
And
the dire orb portentous Gorgon crown’d. The massy
e the thund’ring field. Both armies start, and trembling gaze around,
And
earth and heav’n re-echo to the sound. As vapours
estial charms divinely glow’d, Her waving locks immortal odours shed,
And
breath’d ambrosial scents around her head. Her sw
cents around her head. Her sweeping robe trail’d pompous as she trod,
And
her majestic port confess’d the God. To the soft
os and her blooming groves; Where to her pow’r a hundred altars rise,
And
breathing odours scent the balmy skies. Conceal’d
ighty ruins fall. Through breaking ranks his furious course he bends,
And
at the Goddess his broad lance extends. Through h
which all the Graces wove: Her snowy hand the razing steel profan’d,
And
the transparent skin with crimson stain’d. From t
ges flaming round, While, bathed in sweat, from lire to fire he flew;
And
puffing loud, the roaring bellows blew. Then from
anvil the lame artist rose; Wide with distorted legs oblique he goes,
And
stills the bellows, and (in order laid) Locks in
om the tortur’d steel. Huge strokes, rough Steropes and Brontes gave,
And
strong Pyracmon shook the gloomy cave. Before the
eals the wakeful eye; Then shoots from heav’n to high Pieria’s steep,
And
stoops incumbent on the rolling deep. Homer’s Od
olden wings he bound, That speed his progress o’er the seas profound,
And
earth’s unmeasur’d regions as he flies, Wrapt in
o the Stygian coasts, Invites, or chases, sleep with wond’rous pow’r,
And
opes those eyes that death had seal’d before. Thu
ations rush to arms. Now, through the trembling shores Minerva calls,
And
now, she thunders from the Grecian walls. Mars, h
rapid stream stands still. Above, the Sire of Gods his thunder rolls,
And
peals on peals, redoubled, rend the poles. Beneat
mountains nod around. Through all their summits, tremble Ida’s woods;
And
from their sources, boil their hundred floods. Tr
oil their hundred floods. Troy’s turrets totter on the rocking plain;
And
the toss’d navies beat the heaving main. Deep in
ne, lest Neptune’s arm should lay His dark dominions open to the day,
And
pour in light on Pluto’s drear abodes, Abhorred b
hattered ramparts rise, Stone rent from stone, in dreadful ruin lies,
And
black with rolling smoke the dusty whirlwind flie
endous at the Scæan gate: Radiant in arms the furious goddess stands,
And
from the navy calls her Argive bands. On yon high
martial maid behold, With her dread Gorgon, blaze in clouds of gold.
And
lo! the Gods with dreadful faces frown’d, And low
laze in clouds of gold. And lo! the Gods with dreadful faces frown’d,
And
lower’d, majestically stern, around. Then, fell p
eansed the gather’d blood From his bor’d eye-ball, in the briny main,
And
, bellowing, grinds his teeth in agonizing pain: T
h in agonizing pain: Then, stalks enormous through the midmost tides,
And
scarce the topmost surges reach his sides. Pitt’
nknowing of deceit. Pleas’d with the false review secure he lies,
And
leaden slumbers press his drooping eyes, Shouti
dragon rides; Here, from our strict embrace, a stream he glides.
And
, last, sublime his stately growth he rears A tr
stem the desperate way: Dire Scylla, there, a scene of horror forms,
And
, here, Charybdis fills the deep with storms. When
rms are stretch’d no more. In the wide dungeon, she devours her food,
And
the flesh trembles, while she churns the blood.
l captives pent; O’er their wild rage the pond’rous rocks he spread,
And
hurl’d huge heaps of mountains on their head \ A
rocks he spread, And hurl’d huge heaps of mountains on their head \
And
gave a king, commission’d to restrain, And curb t
mountains on their head \ And gave a king, commission’d to restrain,
And
curb the tempest, or to loose the rein. Who was
mies to flight. The Athenians had a statue of him, like that of Mars.
And
in some antique gems and sculptures, his figure i
bellows in the gate: Base Want, low Fear, and Famine’s lawless rage,
And
pale Disease, and slow repining Age. Fierce formi
st a mighty shade. Each trembling leaf, with some light vision teems,
And
heaves, impregnated with airy dreams. The Elysia
here pleasure endless reigns. Here glowing æther shoots a purple ray.
And
o’er the region pours a double day. From sky to s
ion pours a double day. From sky to sky th’ unwearied splendour runs,
And
nobler planets roll round brighter suns. Some wre
oll round brighter suns. Some wrestle on the sands; and some in play,
And
games heroic, pass the hours away. Those raise th
to form the solemn dance. Others, beneath a laurel grove, were laid,
And
, joyful, feasted in the fragrant shade. Here, gli
descending from the day. Here, a blest train advance along the meads,
And
snowy wreaths adorn their graceful heads: Patriot
thro’ hell resound; E’en in the circling floods, refreshment craves,
And
pines with thirst, amidst a sea of waves. When to
oud-born Centaurs in the fight, Hylæus, Pholus sunk beneath thy feet,
And
the grim bull whose rage dispeopled Crete. Beneat
e earth was void and waste; and darkness was on the face of the deep.
And
the Spirit of God moved on the face of the waters
-rooted on a mountain top it grew; Rear’d its unrival’d head on high,
And
stretch’d a thousand branches o’er the sky, Drink
aromatic trees Half seen, the cataracts shoot their gleams of light,
And
pour upon the breeze Their thousand voices; far a
icuous, like another sky, The elements had rear’d their king’s abode.
And
form’d a palace worthy of the God, Built on the l
lace worthy of the God, Built on the lake, the waters were its floor;
And
here, its walls were water arch’d with fire, And
ters were its floor; And here, its walls were water arch’d with fire,
And
here, were fire with water vaulted o’er. And spir
water arch’d with fire, And here, were fire with water vaulted o’er.
And
spires and pinnacles of fire Round watery cupolas
d o’er. And spires and pinnacles of fire Round watery cupolas aspire,
And
domes of rainbow rest on fiery towers, And roofs
und watery cupolas aspire, And domes of rainbow rest on fiery towers,
And
roofs of flame are turreted around With cloud; an
e tempering justice with parental love, Goodness, and heav’nly grace,
And
sweetest mercy shine. Yet is he still Himself the
hine. Yet is he still Himself the same, one form, one face, one will;
And
these his twofold aspects are but one; And change
form, one face, one will; And these his twofold aspects are but one;
And
change is none In him; for change in Yamen could
were spangled; how the sun Refulgent Mithras, purest spring of light,
And
genial warmth, whence teeming nature smiles, Burs
h the nymphs resort; But barb’rous priests some dreadful pow’r adore,
And
lustrate ev’ry tree with human gore.” Rowe’s Luc
. Hard by the eastern gate of Hell In ancient time, great Vala fell;
And
there she lies in massive tomb, Shrowded by night
But yet if rumour rightly tells, In her cold bones the Spirit dwells;
And
still if bold intruder come, Her voice unfolds hi
; And still if bold intruder come, Her voice unfolds his hidden doom.
And
oft the rugged ear of Hell Is sooth’d by some mel
an Cerberus, guarded the entrance. Uprose the King of men with speed
And
saddled strait, his coal-black steed; Down the y
ir chargers of ethereal birth. Paw’d, with impatient hoof, the earth,
And
snorting fiercel ’gan to neigh, As if they heard
And snorting fiercel ’gan to neigh, As if they heard the battle bray,
And
burn’d to join the bloody fray. But They unmov’d
sive brow, and look sedate. Proudly each couch’d her glittering spear
And
seem’d to know nor hope nor fear. So mildly firm
ith giant form, and frequent flings The tempest from his eagle wings.
And
that dark power, whose ample shield Before the su
his flesh the glebe is made; From his veins the tide is welling,
And
his locks are verdant shade. Hark his crest with
— —————A few grey stones Now mark the spot where Odin’s temple stood,
And
there the traveller seeks with busy eye His altar
; head and hands lopp’d off. Dagon his name; sea monster; upward man,
And
downward fish; yet had his temple high, Rear’d in
heron’s Tartarean flood, Whose furious whirlpools boil on every side,
And
in Cocytus pour the roaring tide. All stain’d wit
with sanguine fire. Though old, still unimpair’d by years, he stood,
And
hoary vigour blest the surly God. Himself still p
blest the surly God. Himself still plied the oars, the canvas spread,
And
in his sable bark convey’d the dead. 5. Cerbe
ormous monster lay: His three wide mouths, with many a dreadful yell,
And
long loud bellowings, shook the realms of hell No
age, and devours the prize; Then, by the charm subdu’d, he sunk away;
And
stretch’d o’er all the cave, the slumb’ring monst
forms they hewed from living stone Survive the waste of years, alone,
And
, scattered with their ashes, show What greatness
and slender, and beautiful? Were her eyes blue, and her locks golden?
And
did she wear violets and lilies in her hair and d
opened and swallowed him up, chariot, black horses, maiden, and all. “
And
to-day, in the underworld, I saw her again. She w
in the underworld. But Ceres always mourns until Proserpina returns.
And
she allows nothing to grow upon the earth until t
eter’s daughter, fresh and fair, A child of light, a radiant lass,
And
gamesome as the morning air. The daffodils wer
rowth Than orchis or anemone: For it the maiden left them both,
And
parted from her company. Drawn nigh she deemed
parted from her company. Drawn nigh she deemed it fairer still,
And
stooped to gather by the rill The daffodil, th
What ailed the air of Sicily? She wondered by the brattling brook
And
trembled with the trembling lea. “The coal-bl
ails her that she comes not home? Demeter seeks her far and wide,
And
gloomy-browed doth ceaseless roam From many a
eated on the Elysian hill She dreams of earthly daylight still,
And
murmurs of the daffodil. A voice in Hades sounde
hadows mourn and flit below; It cries — “Thou Lord of Hades, hear,
And
let Demeter’s daughter go. The tender corn upo
and to land she raging flies, The green fruit falleth in her wake,
And
harvest fields beneath her eyes To earth the g
fair Eleusian meads. Her mother meets her. “Hail!” saith she; “
And
doth our daylight dazzle thee My love, my chil
moved thee, daughter, to forsake Thy fellow-maids that fatal morn,
And
give thy dark lord power to take Thee living t
daffodil, the daffodil!” Her eyelids droop with light oppressed,
And
sunny wafts that round her stir, Her cheek upon h
her destined course, the moon Meets the deep shadow of this world,
And
laboring on doth seem to swoon Through awful w
silvery sweet — Persephone. The greater world may near the less,
And
draw it through her weltering shade, But not one
ught long, but at last he spoke. “It is an unwise wish, O Epimetheus!
And
yet it may be done. Go back to earth. Tomorrow th
ested the box, which shone and sparkled as if it were a living thing.
And
whether it was Pandora, or the box, it seemed to
he earth prospered and how their altars were smoking with sacrifices.
And
of all the world, the spot most blessed was the h
he came to her senses and let it go. “I must not do it,” she thought.
And
then she knelt down beside the box and began to r
To the Sun-god all our hearts and lyres By day, by night, belong;
And
the breath we draw from his living fires, We g
song. From us descends the maid who brings To Delos gifts divine;
And
our wild bees lend their rainbow wings To glit
long, long time afterward, the world was for him a very lonely place.
And
as for Cupid, we do not hear that Apollo ever aga
ed and rolled, he seemed to hear in them the very voices of the gods.
And
he himself could sing. Apollo, god of light and s
ars. Orpheus with his Lute. Orpheus, with his lute, made trees,
And
the mountain-tops that freeze, Bow themse
to himself; but to her he said, “Pray, what is your name, fair one?”
And
she answered, “Men call me Happiness.” “Surely,”
He looked up, and all he said was, “Fair one, what do men call you?”
And
she answered, “Men and gods alike call me Virtue.
I around That gem with whose splendor Thou yet shalt be crown’d. “
And
see, while I’m speaking, Yon soft light afar;
floats like a star! In the deep Indian Ocean I see the gem shine,
And
quick as light’s motion Its wealth shall be th
ero-god flew, His sunny looks bright’ning The air he went through.
And
sweet was the duty, And hallowed the hour, Whi
ks bright’ning The air he went through. And sweet was the duty,
And
hallowed the hour, Which saw thus young Beauty
That what thou wilt canst give, Oh, listen to a sculptor’s prayer,
And
bid mine image live! For me the ivory and gold
! Oh, bid her move those lips of rose, Bid float that golden hair,
And
let her choose me, as I chose This fairest of
hair, And let her choose me, as I chose This fairest of the fair!
And
then an altar in thy court I’ll offer, decked
fair! And then an altar in thy court I’ll offer, decked with gold;
And
there thy servants shall resort, Thy doves be
pure: Exchange this endless life of art For beauty that must die,
And
blossom with a beating heart, Into mortality!
s quarreling with Epaphus, a youth of his own age, he boasted of it. “
And
is Helios proud of such a son?” said Epaphus, wit
the astonished skies, His father’s steeds he could not safely guide,
And
in the glorious enterprise he died. Pegasus in
as Autumn, and incessant Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
And
, like living coals, the apples Burned among th
. There upon the village common By the school-boys he was found —
And
the wise men, in their wisdom, Put him straigh
andered down the street, proclaiming There was an estray to sell.
And
the curious country people, Rich and poor, you
Then, with nostrils wide distended, Breaking from his iron chain
And
unfolding far his pinions, To those stars he s
Woke to all its toil and care, Lo I the strange steed had departed
And
they knew not when nor where. But they found upo
hunter once in that grove reclined, To shun the noon’s bright eye,
And
oft he wooed the wandering wind, To cool his b
ut the bridal veil, as pure as snow, Of his own young wedded love.
And
, ah, too sure that arrow sped, For pale at his
ims The monstrous immolation. Seven sires must send their sons,
And
seven dames their daughters, The ripest and the l
. Minos there, who lords the deep, With fate shall overpower them,
And
in his darksome-winding keep The Minotaur devo
The fresh sea breeze is blowing; ’Tis the feast of Pyanepsion,
And
the sweet new wine is glowing. A cheer, — a cheer
. Welcome to thy country’s shore, Thou king’s son girt with glory;
And
live in song forevermore The pride of Attic st
With her dark disheveled tresses Dank with dewdrops of the night,
And
her face all wan and haggard, Still she waited
g, Swiftly o’er the quivering water; To the lonely isle returning,
And
the King’s deserted daughter. “In vain I in v
at mid the light, a long dark band, Lies dim and shadowy far away;
And
still from morn till eve I’ve scanned That weary
e white as snow. Never on earthly anvil Did such rare armor gleam,
And
never did such gallant steeds Drink of an eart
imself upon the earth and threw dust upon his head and tore his hair.
And
all his friends, as they saw the great hero lying
r hearts as they saw the great form and the shining head of Achilles.
And
the hero shouted again, and a third time, his ter
ctor said, “Who knows but that I may slay him, though he is so great?
And
for me, it were better to die than to live in sha
l’d marble, standing there, A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
And
most divinely fair. Her loveliness with shame an
. Many drew swords and died. Where’er I came I brought calamity.”
And
then continuing with a downward brow: “I would
s like the clashing of metal, as if the inside was full of armed men.
And
so indeed it was. The Greeks had not gone home. T
e, Paris had given the golden apple to Venus. But now Paris was dead.
And
the most beautiful woman in the world, Queen Hele
her with his wondrous song. The birds flew down to list his lyre;
And
wild and bloody beasts athrong Came with a pea
ame with a peaceful sweet desire. Cassandra heard the loving plea,
And
gladly heard — but in it all Heard only “Come bey
lend,” saith she, “an ear again. For what to me the sound of lyre,
And
what thy loved sweet-voiced call, If amid blood a
But if the truth I boldly speak? If from the city heights I cry
And
through the market week by week Warn of the fierc
god, “Troy-town must fall.” O then she stood up fair and brave
And
answered “Death I can endure, But not keep back t
n let me perish that day, too! Leave me to that,” the maiden said.
And
sadly-slow the god withdrew, Sighing for one a
down with his arms outstretched to catch the Greeks as they came out.
And
as he sat there, he roared with pain and rage. Bu
mariner, furl your sails, For here are the blissful downs and dales,
And
merrily, merrily carol the gales, Over the island
d dales, And merrily, merrily carol the gales, Over the islands free;
And
the rainbow hangs on the poising wave, And sweet
es, Over the islands free; And the rainbow hangs on the poising wave,
And
sweet is the color of cove and cave, And sweet sh
w hangs on the poising wave, And sweet is the color of cove and cave,
And
sweet shall your welcome be: O listen, listen, yo
slands, thronged to her palace, urging her to marry some one of them.
And
while they wooed her, they treated her palace as
ntinoüs, the most insolent of the suitors. “We want no beggars here.”
And
when Ulysses began to beg round the table, as was
that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon;
And
like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along t
and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whose did receive of them,
And
taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far far awa
nd if his fellow spake, His voice was thin, as voices from the grave;
And
deep-asleep he seem’d, yet all awake, And music i
, as voices from the grave; And deep-asleep he seem’d, yet all awake,
And
music in his ears his beating heart did make. Th
m down upon the yellow sand, Between the sun and moon upon the shore;
And
sweet it was to dream of Father-land, Of child, a
fields of barren foam. Then someone said, “We will return no ‘more”:
And
all at once they sang, “Our island home Is far be
ing heavens, were known, The face of nature, o’er the world, was one;
And
men have called it Chaos; formless, rude, The mas
he Sun god all our hearts and lyres By day, by night, belong;
And
the breath we draw from his living fires
of the gods, who shared their innocent pleasures with great delight.
And
far away, on the shore of this same marvellous ri
eadly conflict. “When gods began with wrath,
And
war rose up between their starry brows, Some choo
s, the ocean, and the land; I fix the chain to great Olympus’ height,
And
the vast world hangs trembling in my sight! For s
d hangs trembling in my sight! For such I reign, unbounded and above;
And
such are men and gods, compar’d to Jove.” Homer
ent mountain’s weight, Lies stretched supine, eternal prey of flames;
And
, when he heaves against the burning load, Relucta
dful under ground, Then pours cut smoke in wreathing curls convolved,
And
shades the sun’s bright orb, and blots out day.”
To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness,
And
strengthen man with his own mind.” Byron. Ep
, but more excell’d by gold. Then summer, autumn, winter, did appear,
And
spring was but a season of the year; The sun his
ats began to glow, The wings of winds were clogg’d with ice and snow;
And
shivering mortals into houses driven, Sought shel
moss their beds. Then ploughs, for seed, the fruitful furrows broke,
And
oxen labour’d first beneath the yoke.” Ovid ( Dr
heir seething depths. “Now hills and vales no more distinction know,
And
levell’d nature lies oppress’d below; The most of
t, enthroned in gold, High heaven the footstool of his feet he makes,
And
wide beneath him all Olympus shakes.” “He spoke,
anction of the god: High heaven with trembling the dread signal took,
And
all Olympus to the centre shook.” Homer ( Pope’s
structed in the duties he was called upon to perform in the future. “
And
godlike Ganymede, most beautiful Of men; the gods
hidias, thus his skill to prove, Through many a god advanc’d to Jove,
And
taught the polish’d rocks to shine With airs and
through the purple air; When loosely girt her dazzling mantle flows,
And
’gainst the sun in arching colours glows.” Flacc
re was Strife, and there Was Fortitude, and there was fierce Pursuit,
And
there the Gorgon’s head, a ghastly sight, Deforme
— and thine is gone! Empires have sunk since thou wert first revered,
And
varying rites have sanctified thy shrine. The dus
untain side, or in the vale Are nestled calmly. Thou at whom the pale
And
weary earth looks up, when winter flees, With pat
k deep of the light That glitters in thine eye: thou in whose bright
And
hottest rays the eagle fills his eye With quenchl
suitor. “Flirted with another lover (So at least the story goes)
And
was wont to meet him slyly, Underneath the bl
! “‘Weary Pluto with thy tattle! Hither, monster, come not back;
And
— to match thy disposition — Henceforth be th
, Decreed his singing not too bad To hear between the cups of wine: “
And
so, well pleased with being soothed Into a sw
Into a sweet half sleep, Three times his kingly beard he smoothed
And
made him viceroy o’er his sheep.” Lowell. Time
less poet, and the poem, crown; Thou shalt the Roman festivals adorn,
And
, after poets, be by victors worn.” Ovid ( Dryden
unter once in that grove reclin’d, To shun the noon’s bright eye,
And
oft he woo’d the wandering wind, To cool his
given, From the moment when roseate-fingered Eos kindles the dews
And
spurns the salt sea-floors, ascending silvery the
or the south wind’s spells, From out his reedy flute the player drew,
And
as the music clearer, louder grew, Wild creatures
sing all present, and the very Muses too, to hail him as conqueror. “
And
, when now the westering sun Touch’d the hills, th
d, when now the westering sun Touch’d the hills, the strife was done,
And
the attentive Muses said: ‘Marsyas, thou art vanq
ents’ musical and poetical gifts. “Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And
the mountain-tops, that freeze, Bow themselve
To hear the Poet’s prayer: Stern Proserpine relented,
And
gave him back the fair. Thus song cou
he uttered, — how could Love Too anxious be upbraided? — but one last
And
sad ‘Farewell!’ scarce audible, she sighed, And v
aided? — but one last And sad ‘Farewell!’ scarce audible, she sighed,
And
vanisht to the Ghosts that late she left.” Ovid
ove He set up his forlorn pipes, The gouty oak began to move,
And
flounder into hornpipes.” Tennyson. This musici
gean seas from Pirates vew, Stood still by him astonisht at his lore,
And
all the raging seas for joy forgot to rore.” Spe
and flaming jewels blaz’d, The folding gates diffus’d a silver light,
And
with a milder gleam refresh’d the sight.” Addiso
of the Eridanus River. “And Phaethon, caught in mid career,
And
hurled from the Sun to utter sunlessness, Like a
loved, not one alone; — Into his hands they put the lyre of gold,
And
, crowned with sacred laurel at their fount, P
“Mild pastoral Muse! That, to the sparkling crown Urania wears,
And
to her sister Clio’s laurel wreath, Preferr’st a
purple mantle spread O’er half the skies; gems pave thy radiant way,
And
orient pearls from every shrub depend.” Somervil
not, O sun! that unto thee In adoration man should bow the knee,
And
pour his prayers of mingled awe and love, For lik
been shot — the arrow bright With an immortal’s vengeance; in his eye
And
nostril beautiful disdain, and might And majesty,
rtal’s vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might
And
majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developi
rostrate on the ground; One seeks her breast; one eyes the coming woe
And
shudders; one in terror crouches low.” Meleager.
hours of the night. “’Twas now the time when Phœbus yields to night,
And
rising Cynthia sheds her silver light, Wide o’er
ls ever keeping, Sped through the silent space from star to star,
And
, blushing, stooped to kiss Endymion sleeping.” B
hdrew from sight to hide her anguish from the curious eyes of men. “
And
is there glory from the heavens departed? — O
— “When, blinded by Œnopion, He sought the blacksmith at his forge,
And
, climbing up the mountain gorge, Fixed his blank
d sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart,
And
thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying
ummer, golden store In Autumn’s sickle, Winter frosty hoar.” Keats.
And
they were not alone to watch for her coming, for
entertainement kynde, Sweete semblaunt, friendly offices that bynde,
And
all the complements of curtesie: They teach us ho
rows and bosom her deep hair Ambrosial, golden round her lucid throat
And
shoulder: from the violets her light foot Shone r
ard, and condemned him to give daily warning of the sun’s approach. “
And
, from out a neighbouring farmyard, Loud the c
………………… “The youth lieth dead while his dogs howl around,
And
the nymphs weep aloud from the mists of the hill.
Hero, of a princely race, Was priestess to Queen Venus in that place;
And
at her father’s tower, by the sea set — Herself a
osoms with one shaft-shooting, A maiden’s and a youth’s — Leander he,
And
lovely Hero, Sestos’ sweetest, she; She of her to
d the summer shadows in delight: Leander came as surely as the night,
And
when the morning woke upon the sea, It saw him no
wildest of the year, When the wind smote like edge of hissing spear,
And
the pale breakers thundered on the beach.” Edwin
with a chasten’d light, Hid in the fringes of your eyelids white,
And
meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so ge
turret-torch was blazing high, Though rising gale, and breaking foam,
And
shrieking sea-birds warn’d him home » And clouds
ng gale, and breaking foam, And shrieking sea-birds warn’d him home »
And
clouds aloft and tides below, With signs and soun
ous ramble, he had found A little space, with boughs all woven round;
And
in the midst of all, a clearer pool Than e’er ref
hat what thou wilt canst give, Oh, listen to a sculptor’s prayer,
And
bid mine image live!” Andrew Lang. Pygmalio
d seeks the Cyprian grove; To his wide arms enamour’d Psyche springs,
And
clasps her lover with aurelian wings. A purple sa
r lover with aurelian wings. A purple sash across his shoulder bends,
And
fringed with gold the quiver’d shafts suspends.”
e mountain gorge, cast themselves over the precipice, and — perished.
And
now night was come, bringing Cupid, usually so we
ll upon Cupid’s naked shoulder. “Now trembling now distracted; bold,
And
now irresolute she seems; The blue lamp glimmers
ld, And now irresolute she seems; The blue lamp glimmers in her hold,
And
in her hand the dagger gleams. Prepared to strike
ue light glimmering from above, The hideous sight expects with fear —
And
gazes on the god of Love.” Apollonius. The sudd
indow, exclaiming, — “‘Farewell! There is no Love except with Faith,
And
thine is dead! Farewell! I come no more!’” Lewis
their altars were the only ones ever polluted by human sacrifices. “
And
to the fire-ey’d maid of smoky war, All hot and b
t, Shall Romulus the line assert, Invite them to his new raised home,
And
call the martial city Rome.” Virgil ( Conington’
l ripples. “He spake, and round about him called the clouds
And
roused the ocean, — wielding in his hand The trid
ere, a dragon rides; Here, from our strict embrace a stream he glides
And
last, sublime, his stately growth he rears, A tre
heaven. Thou art not For scenes like this: an empire stem hast thou;
And
it hath furrow’d that large front: yet now, As ne
next ferry across the stream “The shiv’ring army stands,
And
press for passage with extended hands. Now these,
Shrieks of woe, Sullen moans, Hollow groans,
And
cries of tortured ghosts.” Pope. The Story o
low arches of resounding brass, To rival thunder in its rapid course,
And
imitate inimitable force!” Virgil ( Dryden’s tr.
r his head suspended. Thus he sat In continual dread of its downfall,
And
lost to every comfort.” Pindar. Tityus St
ge, and her hoary hairs; Whilst in her trembling gait she totters on,
And
learns to tattle in the nurse’s tone.” Ovid ( Ad
ye, waters of the Styx, That flow beneath us, mightiest oath of all,
And
most revered by the blessed gods! Homer ( Bryant
und, in terrible array, His thunders rattle, and his lightnings play.
And
yet, the dazzling lustre to abate, He set not out
n all his pomp and state, Clad in the mildest lightning of the skies,
And
arm’d with thunder of the smallest size: Not thos
and turn’d it to his hand, Work’d up less flame and fury in its make,
And
quench’d it sooner in the standing lake. Thus dre
e upon Olympus’ height, I look down, through that oval ring of stars,
And
see the far-off Earth, a twinkling speck — Dust-m
twinkling speck — Dust-mote whirled up from the Sun’s chariot wheel —
And
pity their small hearts that hold a man As if he
d him, mounted on an ass, supported on either side by an attendant. “
And
near him rode Silenus on his ass, Pelted with flo
she caught sight of a merry procession, headed by the God of Wine. “‘
And
as I sat, over the light blue hills There came a
rms a brilliant constellation, known as Ariadne’s Crown, or Corona. “
And
still her sign is seen in heaven, And, ’midst the
s Ariadne’s Crown, or Corona. “And still her sign is seen in heaven,
And
, ’midst the glittering symbols of the sky, The st
n by all participants. “Bacchus, on thee they call, in hymns divine,
And
hang thy statues on the lofty pine: Hence plenty
s the rich plantations grace. Then let us Bacchus’ praises duly sing,
And
consecrated cakes and chargers bring, Dragg’d by
s and chargers bring, Dragg’d by their horns let victim goats expire,
And
roast on hazel spits before the sacred fire.” “C
s of thy reign abound; Each field replete with blushing autumn glows,
And
in deep tides for thee the foaming vintage flows.
ails her that she comes not home? Demeter seeks her far and wide,
And
gloomy-browed doth ceaseless roam From many a
ent was scattered, and afar Shone light emitted from her skin divine,
And
yellow locks upon her shoulders waved; White as f
Alpheus, Elis’ stream, they say, Beneath the seas here found his way,
And
now his waters interfuse With thine, O fountain A
is arms and listened to his louder tones of rapturous love. “
And
now from their fountains In Edna’s mounta
light, through caves below, Wafting in triumph all the flowery braids
And
festal rings, with which Olympic maids Have decke
ts his fountain bride What perfect love must thrill the blended tide!
And
lost in each, till mingling into one, Their lot t
rds trilled forth their merry lays, and all was joy and brightness. “
And
when, in springtime, with sweet-smelling flowers
gh the main streets of the city on all solemn occasions.
And
from the temple brings Dread Vesta, with her holy
the latent god. These realms, in peace, the monarch long controlled,
And
blessed the nations with an age of gold.” Virgil
s from the rock below, The palace moats, and o’er the pebbles creeps,
And
with soft murmurs calls the coming sleeps; Around
rmurs calls the coming sleeps; Around its entry nodding poppies grow,
And
all cool simples that sweet rest bestow; Night fr
sweet rest bestow; Night from the plants their sleepy virtue drains,
And
passing sheds it on the silent plains: No door th
, and on an ebon sted: Black was the covering too, where lay the god,
And
slept supine, his limbs display’d abroad. About h
is head fantastic visions fly, Which various images of things supply,
And
mock their forms; the leaves on trees not more, N
in the course of time. “Of dreams, O stranger, some are meaningless
And
idle, and can never be fulfilled. Two portals are
never are made good; But those which pass the doors of polished horn,
And
are beheld of men, are ever true.” Homer ( Bryan
ears his dreadful head, Th’ obedient deep his potent breath controls,
And
, mountain-high, the foamy flood he rolls; Him the
foamy flood he rolls; Him the North-east encountering fierce, defied,
And
back rebuffeted the yielding tide. The curling su
win his way to heaven; Twelve labours shall he work; and all accurst
And
brutal things o’erthrow, brute men the worst; And
rk; and all accurst And brutal things o’erthrow, brute men the worst;
And
in Trachinia shall the funeral pyre Purge his mor
rachinia shall the funeral pyre Purge his mortalities away with fire;
And
he shall mount amid the stars, and be Acknowledg’
unt amid the stars, and be Acknowledg’d kin to those who envied thee,
And
sent these den-born shapes to crush his destiny.”
of the sleeping God; Waked by the shrilling hiss, and rustling sound,
And
shrieks of fair attendants trembling round, Their
leasure’s harlot train; To valiant toils his forceful limbs assign’d,
And
gave to Virtue all his mighty mind.” Darwin. Co
cules’ crushing embrace. “Lifts proud Antæus from his mother-plains,
And
with strong grasp the struggling giant strains; B
ished his renowned club. “His lion spoils the laughing Fair demands,
And
gives the distaff to his awkward hands.” Darwin.
Achelous came, The river god, to ask a father’s voice,
And
snatched me to his arms.” Sophocles ( Francklin’
r, nor can any love Fix theirs for long — take it and wrap him in it,
And
he shall love again.’” Lewis Morris. Deianeira
ish the charm may be of power To win Alcides from this virgin’s love,
And
bring him back to Deianeira’s arms.” Sophocles (
apt and spellbound, we survey The horrid coils which round thee play,
And
mark thy wild, enduring smile, Lit by no mortal f
Lit by no mortal fire the while, Formed to attract all eyes to thee,
And
yet their withering blight to be; Thy power myste
And yet their withering blight to be; Thy power mysterious to congeal
And
from life’s blood its warmth to steal, To petrify
ne, who created from them the famous winged steed called Pegasus. ‘‘
And
the life drops from thy head On Libyan sands, by
“On the hills a shout Of joy, and on the rocks the ring of mail;
And
while the hungry serpent’s gloating eyes Were fix
serpent’s gloating eyes Were fixed on me, a knight in casque of gold
And
blazing shield, who with his flashing blade Fell
the conflict raged, Till all the rocks were red with blood and slime,
And
yet my champion from those horrible jaws And drea
ed with blood and slime, And yet my champion from those horrible jaws
And
dreadful coils was scathless.” Lewis Morris. Of
of springs, By means of which the wearer could ascend to any height,
And
sail about among the clouds as easy as a kite.”
of Icarian to this day. “His scattered plumage danced upon the wave,
And
sorrowing Nereids decked his watery grave O’er hi
d his watery grave O’er his pale corse their pearly sea-flowers shed,
And
strewed with crimson moss his marble bed; Struck
n moss his marble bed; Struck in their coral towers the passing bell,
And
wide in ocean tolled his echoing knell.” Darwin.
in, Theseus hastily retraced his footsteps. “
And
the slender clue, Prepar’d in secret by th’ enamo
ry bulls, ploughed the field, and sowed it with the dragon’s teeth. “
And
how he yoked the bulls, whose breathings fiery gl
s teeth. “And how he yoked the bulls, whose breathings fiery glow’d,
And
with the dragons’ teeth the furrow’d acres sow’d.
he said, should cease, When those who murder’d Laius were discover’d,
And
paid the forfeit of their crime by death, Or bani
k’d from off the robe she wore A golden buckle that adorn’d her side,
And
buried in his eyes the sharpen’d point, Crying, h
on, condemned her to death. “Let her be carried instant to the cave,
And
leave her there alone, to live, or die; Her blood
scolour’d with his blood. Thus lay the wretched pair in death united,
And
celebrate their nuptials in the tomb.” Sophocles
the beauteous trees, The bark around them wastes, the branches fall,
And
the nymph’s soul, at the same moment, leaves The
nt myrtles crown’d. Those shades, unknowing of the Fates, she sought,
And
to the Naiads flowery garlands brought; Her smili
features from view. “She ceased at once to speak, and ceased to be,
And
all the nymph was lost within the tree: Yet laten
st within the tree: Yet latent life through her new branches reign’d,
And
long the plant a human heat retain’d.” Ovid ( Po
nd his love, and “Quite spent and out of breath he reached the tree,
And
, listening fearfully, he heard once more The low
ith nectar any mortal heart; But thou didst scorn my humble messenger
And
sent’st him back to me with bruised wings.’ Then
with bruised wings.’ Then Rhœcus beat his breast, and groaned aloud
And
cried, ‘Be pitiful! forgive me yet This once, and
From the deep cool bed of the river. The limpid water turbidly ran,
And
the broken lilies a dying lay, And the dragon-fly
er. The limpid water turbidly ran, And the broken lilies a dying lay,
And
the dragon-fly had fled away, Ere he brou
! Blinding sweet, O great god Pan! The sun on the hill forgot to die,
And
the lilies revived, and the dragon-fly Ca
work of pain; so not enough Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt,
And
buoyant round my limbs. At first I dwelt Whole da
, overflowing revenue Wherewith to embellish state, ‘from many a vale
And
river-sunder’d champaign clothed with corn, Or la
finished, he consign’d To her soft hand the fruit of burnished rind;
And
foam-born Venus grasp’d the graceful meed, Of war
has vanished suddenly; When winter melts, and frees the frozen hours,
And
spring’s green bough is gemm’d with silvery flowe
is bride, they all would aid; If any dar’d to seize and bear her off,
And
drive by force her husband from her bed, All woul
spiry trees for ages grew From out the tomb of him for whom she died;
And
ever, when such stature they had gained That Iliu
ns and the Greeks lay down Their shining arms upon the teeming earth,
And
he and Menelaus, loved of Mars, Will strive in si
e combat, on the ground Between the hosts, for Helen and her wealth;
And
he who shall o’ercome, and prove himself The bett
no hope when thou art gone, — Nothing but sorrow. Father have I none,
And
no dear mother. ………………………………………………………
“Hector, thou Art father and dear mother now to me,
And
brother and my youthful spouse besides. In pity k
rusty followers, into the fray. “Send me at least into the war,
And
let me lead thy Myrmidons, that thus The Greeks m
lead thy Myrmidons, that thus The Greeks may have some gleam of hope.
And
give The armour from thy shoulders. I will wear T
Hector at the beaked ships, Refusing its release. Comply thou, then,
And
take the ransom and restore the dead.” Homer ( B
ht of happy marriage broke, Thro’ all the clouded years of widowhood,
And
muffling up her comely head, and crying ‘Husband!
r comely head, and crying ‘Husband!’ she leapt upon the funeral pile,
And
mixt herself with him and past in fire.” Tennyso
eal A Grecian ambuscade conceal, Or ’tis a pile to o’erlook the town,
And
pour from high invaders down; Or fraud lurks some
Laocoon hold their way; First round his two young sons they wreathe,
And
grind their limbs with savage teeth: Then, as wit
: Then, as with arms he comes to aid, The wretched father they invade
And
twine in giant folds: twice round His stalwart wa
strength their knots to tear, While gore and slime his fillets smear,
And
to the unregardful skies Sends up his agonising c
serable melancholy years, Crept onward till the midnight terror came,
And
by the glare of burning streets I saw Palace and
are of burning streets I saw Palace and temple reel in ruin and fall,
And
the long-baffled legions, bursting in Through gat
gisthus, bent upon my death, Plotted’ against me with my guilty wife,
And
bade me to his house, and slew me there, Even at
native country more, Nor give his friends the knowledge of his fate.
And
then my messengers desired to dwell Among the Lot
and fruit, whereof they gave To each, but whose did receive of them,
And
taste, to him the gushing of the wave Far, far aw
nd if his fellow spake, His voice was thin, as voices from the grave;
And
deep asleep he seem’d, yet all awake, And music i
, as voices from the grave; And deep asleep he seem’d, yet all awake,
And
music in his ears his beating heart did make.” T
broad enfix’d In the mid-forehead: — strength was theirs, and force,
And
craft of curious toil.” Hesiod ( Elton’s tr.).
home by themselves at eve, Leaving him wasting by the dark seashore,
And
sunrise would behold him wasting still.” Theocri
u for thy master, who has lost His eye, put out by a deceitful wretch
And
his vile crew r’” Homer ( Bryant’s tr.). Ulysse
receive or aid as he departs One who is hated by the blessed gods, —
And
thou art hated by the gods. Away!” Homer ( Bryan
Ulysses lingered there for one whole year. “
And
there from day to day We lingered a full year, an
nders should perish. “‘Still shine, O Sun! among the deathless gods
And
mortal men, upon the nourishing earth. Soon will
on their part. “He drew near
And
smote it with his open palm, and made The ship a
he gulfs will wash us down! It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And
see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho’ much i
ping I quit the port, the shore, The plains where Ilium stood before,
And
homeless launch upon the main, Son, friends, and
were its settlers: fame Now gives the race its leader’s name,
And
calls it Italy. Here Dardanus was born, our king,
s name, And calls it Italy. Here Dardanus was born, our king,
And
old Iasius, whence we spring: Here our au
t the stranded ships once more. “‘Back to your master instant flee,
And
tell him, not to him but me The imperial trident
him, and aid him if necessary. “‘I will send
And
search the coast from end to end, If haply, wande
et the false Dardan feel the blaze That burns me pouring on his gaze,
And
bear along, to cheer his way, The funeral presage
him to hasten to his son’s rescue. “His vessels change their guise,
And
each and all as Nereids rise.” Virgil. Meanwhil
land, where safe he lay From his unduteous son and his usurping sway.
And
hence the Golden Times derived their name.” Virg
d address.” Ovid. “Two gates of steel (the name of Mars they bear,
And
still are worshipped with religious fear) Before
rshipped with religious fear) Before his temple stand: the dire abode
And
the fear’d issues of the furious god Are fenc’d w
sacred Senate votes the wars, The Roman consul their decree declares,
And
in his robes the sounding gates unbars. Then dire
d fraud and force restrain. Janus himself before his fane shall wait,
And
keep the dreadful issues of his gate With bolts a
Fig. 4. Fig. 4. Cybele. “High as the mother of the gods in place,
And
proud, like her, of an immortal race, Then, when
ness of the clouds, With lightning arm’d, his red hand he puts forth,
And
shakes with burning bolts the solid earth: The na
sunk and pierced with dread; He strikes vast Rhodope’s exalted crown
And
hurls huge Athos and Ceraunia down. Thick fall th
ing shores.” Pitt’s Virgil. “Now lows white bull on Asia’s strand,
And
crops with dancing head the daisied land, With ro
d and his pearly horns; Light on his back the sportive damsel bounds,
And
pleased he moves along the flowery grounds; Bears
s amid the dimpling waves. Beneath her robe she draws her snowy feet,
And
, half reclining on her ermine seat, Around his ra
her ermine seat, Around his rais’d neck her radiant arms she throws,
And
rests her fair cheek on his curled brows; Her yel
r cheek on his curled brows; Her yellow tresses wave on wanton gales,
And
bent in air her azure mantle sails, While her fai
nd shriek along the shore. Onward he moves; applauding Cupid’s guide,
And
skim on shooting wing the shining tide; Emerging
t enthron’d in gold; High heav’n the footstool for his feet he makes,
And
wide beneath him all Olympus shakes. He spake; an
ction of the god: High heaven, with trembling, the dread signal took,
And
all Olympus to the centre shook.” Homer. “Then
e level on the deep; Earth to his centre shook; high heav’n was aw’d,
And
all th’ immortal pow’rs stood trembling at the go
ute command.” Virgil. “ —— The heaven and earth’s compacted frame,
And
flowing waters, and the starry flame, And both th
nd earth’s compacted frame, And flowing waters, and the starry flame,
And
both the radiant lights, one common soul Inspires
of diseases; death began With vigour then, to mend its halting pace,
And
found a more compendious way to man.” Horace.
der with thy precepts less The sum of human misery than wretchedness,
And
strengthen man with his own mind.” Byron. Obs.
as the “Great Queen of nuptual rights, Whose pow’r the soul unites,
And
fills the genial beds with chaste delights.” An
d him the watchful keeper made. Argus’ head a hundred eyes possess’d,
And
only two at once reclin’d to rest: The others wat
and dissolve her life. Downward the various goddess took her flight,
And
drew a thousand colours from the light; Then stoo
sand colours from the light; Then stood about the dying lover’s head,
And
said, ‘I thus devote thee to the dead: This off’r
e form’d an arch before; Silver the beam, th’ extended yoke was gold,
And
golden reins th’ immortal coursers hold.” Homer.
y temple gate.” Tibullus. “Let ev’ry swain adore her power divine,
And
milk and honey mix with sparkling wine: Let all t
Upon the wild wood’s leafy tops, To drink the dew that morning drops,
And
chirp thy song with such a glee, That happiest ki
, To him thy friendly notes are dear; For thou art mild as matin dew,
And
still, when summer’s flowery hue Begins to paint
hear thy sweet prophetic strain; Thy sweet prophetic strain we hear,
And
bless the notes and thee revere. The muses love t
erbs and simples grow In fields, in forests, all their powers I know,
And
am the great physician call’d below.” Hyacinthus
t embalm’d with heav’nly art, Did a sweet odour to the ground impart,
And
from the grave a beauteous tree arise, That cheer
Eternally a boy Thou ‘rt seen in heaven, whom all perfections grace;
And
when unhorn’d, thou hast e’er a virgin’s face.”
fections grace; And when unhorn’d, thou hast e’er a virgin’s face.” “
And
glad with Bacchus, on the grassy soil. Leap’d o’e
mns they praise the god of wine, Whose earthen images adorn the pine,
And
there are hung on high, in honour of the vine. A
ineyards fill, Virgil. “Bacchus, on thee we call, in hymns divine,
And
hang thy statues on the lofty pine; Hence, plenty
s the rich plantations grace. Then let us Bacchus’ praises duly sing,
And
consecrated cakes and chargers bring; Dragg’d by
s and chargers bring; Dragg’d by their horns let victim goats expire,
And
roast on hazel spits before the sacred fire. Come
of thy reign abound; Each field replete, with blushing autumn, glow,
And
in deep tides, by thee, the foaming vintage flow.
in burnished gold; Flashed on her brandished arm the immortal shield.
And
terror lighted on the dazzle field.” Botanic Gar
od Priapus, who instructed him in dancing and every other exercise. “
And
mighty Mars, for war renown’d, In adamantine armo
waving through the air, Sprinkles with clotted gore her flaming hair,
And
through both armies up and down doth flee; While
l murmur sends.” “My helmet let Bellona bring; Terror my traces fit;
And
, panic Fear, do thou the rapid driver sit.” “Mar
ood, with garments rent, Divides the press; her steps Bellona treads,
And
shakes her iron rod above their heads.” “Loud cl
ter and summer. Venus. “Heav’n gave her life, the sea a cradle gave,
And
earth’s wide regions her with joy receive.” “This
n, and power alone.” Venus. “Young Dione, nursed beneath the waves,
And
rocked by Nereides, in their coral caves, Charmed
olden locks she wrung; O’er the smooth surge in silver sandals stood,
And
looked enchantment on the dazzled flood, The brig
s, gem her ivory back, Round her fine waist, and swelling bosom swim,
And
star with glittering brine each crystal limb, And
welling bosom swim, And star with glittering brine each crystal limb,
And
beauty blazed to heaven and earth unveiled.” Bot
rn Venus, ravishing to sight, Rose from the ample sea to upper light,
And
on her head the flowers of summer swelled, And bl
le sea to upper light, And on her head the flowers of summer swelled,
And
blushed all lovely, and like Eden smelled, A garl
stood before her feet, Two wings upon his shoulders, fair and fleet;
And
blind as night, as he is often seen, A bow he bor
hos and her blooming roves: While to her power a hundred altars rise,
And
grateful incense greets the balmy skies.” Adonis
conscious wood, Groaned the sad gales, and rivers blushed with blood;
And
beauty’s goddess bending o’er his bier, Breathed
tom to Elysian shades, Clad with new form, with finer sense combined,
And
lit with purer flame the Ethereal mind. Erewhile
rises to the light, Leaves the drear chambers of the insatiate tomb,
And
shines and charms with renovated bloom.” Botanic
lt in Ætna’s rocky womb, On thundering anvils rung their loud alarms,
And
leagued with Vulcan forged immortal arms; Descend
Vulcan forged immortal arms; Descending Venus sought the dark abode,
And
sooth’d the labours of the grisly god. While frow
the grisly god. While frowning loves the threatening falchion wield,
And
tittering graces peep behind the shield. With joi
reathing bellows roar, Admired their sinewy arms, and shoulders bare,
And
ponderous hammers lifted high in air, With smiles
ifted high in air, With smiles celestial bless’d their dazzled sight,
And
beauty blazed amid infernal night.” Botanic Gard
rges flaming round; While bath’d in sweat, from fire to fire he flew,
And
puffing loud the roaring bellows blew. Then from
anvil the lame artist rose; Wide with distorted legs oblique he goes,
And
still the bellows, and, ill order laid, Locks in
rom the tortur’d steel, Huge strokes, rough Sterops and Brontes gave,
And
strong Pyracmon shook the gloomy cave; Before the
rgil. Polyphemus. “The joints of slaughter’d wretches are his food,
And
for his wine he quaffs the streaming blood. These
eals the wakeful eye; Then shoots from heav’n to high Pieria’s steep,
And
stoops incumbent on the rolling deep.” Homer.
h golden pinions binds His flying feet, and mounts the western winds,
And
, whether o’er the seas or earth he flies, With ra
down the Stygian waves; With this he seals in sleep the wakeful sight
And
eyes, though clos’d in death, restores to light.”
aves his azure car he guides, Its axle, thunder, and the sea subside;
And
the smooth ocean rolls her silent tides.” “————
sea-green god appears; Frowning, he seems his crooked shell to sound,
And
at the blast the billows dance around. A hairy ma
an above the breast he shows; A porpoise tail beneath his body grows,
And
ends a fish: his breast the waves divide, And fro
beneath his body grows, And ends a fish: his breast the waves divide,
And
froth and foam augment the murmuring tide.” Virg
rom the deep he spies, Whose shoulders rob’d with native purple rise,
And
bids him his loud-sounding shell inspire, And giv
ith native purple rise, And bids him his loud-sounding shell inspire,
And
give the floods a signal to retire. He his wreath
t her dogs foul Scylla hides: Charybdis roaring on the left presides,
And
in her greedy whirlpool sucks the tides; Then spo
king vessel in her eddy draws; Then dashes on the rocks. A human face
And
virgin bosom hide the tail’s disgrace: Her parts
aves and grottos fled. Her flesh consumes and moulders with despair,
And
all her body’s juice is turn’d to air; So w’ond’r
er voice and bones remain; Nay, e’en the very bones at last are gone,
And
metamorphos’d to a thoughtless stone; Yet still t
r, That it seem’d liquid silver.” “A little drop of water does remove
And
keep him from the object of his love.” “My love d
from the object of his love.” “My love does vainly on myself return,
And
fans the cruel flames with which I burn. The thin
el flames with which I burn. The thing desir’d I still about me bore,
And
too much plenty has confirm’d me poor. O that I f
from his airy throne, With pow’r imperial curbs the struggling winds,
And
sounding tempests in dark prisons binds. This way
n dark prisons binds. This way and that, th’ impatient captives tend,
And
, pressing for release, the mountains rend. High i
, the mountains rend. High in this hall th’ undaunted monarch stands,
And
shakes his sceptre, and their rage commands; Whic
em in their way: Earth, air and seas, through empty space would roll,
And
heav’n would fly before the driving soul. In fear
this the father of the gods Confined their fury to these dark abodes,
And
locked them safe, oppress’d with mountain loads;
own’d with silver hairs, Enters with tott’ring step the silent grove,
And
thus attempts to warm her heart to love.” Obs.
reeds unequal fram’d With wax; and Syrinx from his mistress nam’d. “
And
while soft ev’ning gales blew o’er the plains, An
mistress nam’d. “And while soft ev’ning gales blew o’er the plains,
And
shook the sounding reeds, they taught the swains;
’er the plains, And shook the sounding reeds, they taught the swains;
And
, thus the pipe was fram’d, and tuneful reed: And
y taught the swains; And, thus the pipe was fram’d, and tuneful reed:
And
while the tender flocks securely feed, And harmle
fram’d, and tuneful reed: And while the tender flocks securely feed,
And
harmless shepherds tune their pipes to love, And
locks securely feed, And harmless shepherds tune their pipes to love,
And
amaryllis sounds in ev’ry grove.” Lucretius. O
e, and downward as it went From the wide mouth a rocky rough descent;
And
here th’ access a gloomy grove defends; And there
th a rocky rough descent; And here th’ access a gloomy grove defends;
And
there th’ unnavigable lake extends, O’er whose un
to steer his airy flight, Such deadly stenches from the depth arise,
And
steaming sulphur, which infects the skies; Hence
ich infects the skies; Hence do the Grecian bards their legends make,
And
give the name Avernus to the lake. And in the ga
ian bards their legends make, And give the name Avernus to the lake.
And
in the gate, and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful
te, and in the jaws of hell, Revengeful Care and sullen Sorrow dwell;
And
pale Diseases, and repining Age, Want, Fear, and
de all these realms resound’.” “Hell’s grisly porter let you pass, .
And
frown’d and litter’d to your lays; The snakes aro
a’s golden plains; Pluck’d with fair hand the silver-blossom’d bower,
And
purpled mead, — herself a fairer flower; Sudden,
ed their demon wings; Earth with deep yawn received the fair, amazed,
And
far in night, celestial beauty blazed.” Botanic
who hears no prayers, Lives dark and dreadful in Hell’s dark abodes,
And
mortals hate him, as the worst of gods.’’ Great p
nd quench’d the flaming brand; This in an inward closet closely lays,
And
by preserving it, prolongs his days. “—— With ey
rom the mind, and dost unload The tired limbs of all their weariness,
And
for new toil the body dost refresh.” “Two gates
nd these manes bare: The few who’er cleansed, to those abodes repair,
And
breathe in ample fields the soft Elysian air.” “
ing sounds the breezes bear, In silken dalliance to the dreaming ear,
And
golden fruits, ‘mid shadowy blossoms, shine. In f
hich sends forth great flames of fire every time he moves his sides.
And
as Ægeon, when against heav’n he strove, Stood op
orky lightning from afar: At fifty mouths his flaming breath expires,
And
flash for flash returns, and fires for fires; In
rns, and fires for fires; In his right hands as many swords he wields
And
takes the thunder on as many shields. Virgil. T
hrough hell resound; Ev’n in the circling floods, refreshment craves,
And
pines with thirst amid a sea of waves When to the
reast resemble his, His waist a goat’s, his tail a dragon’s is. “———
And
on the craggy top Chimæra dwells, with lion’s fac
e Venus smil’d, and amorous love. Knew he could soon unlock the door,
And
by his art successful prove, Chang’d to a golden
ars its lofty head; Here to sev’n streets, sev’n dials count the day,
And
from each other catch the circling ray. Here oft
alley’s doubtful maze, Tries ev’ry winding court and street in vain,
And
doubles o’er their weary steps again. Thus hardy
he roaring terror of the wood. The triple porter of the Stygian seat,
And
seiz’d with fear, forgot thy mangled meat. Th’ in
reat author of thy race. Receive the grateful off’rings which we pay,
And
smile propitious on thy solemn day.” Virgil. “
with golden antlers yield: He Stympha clears of man-devouring birds;
And
next the bouncing Amazon ungirds: The stables of
ngs low three-headed Geryon: Hesperian apples next his name sustains;
And
his last labour Cerberus enchains.” So mighty He
of the sleeping god; Waked by the shrilling hiss, and rustling sound,
And
shrieks of fair attendants trembling round, Their
trembling round, Their gasping throats with clenching hands he holds;
And
death entwisted their convoluted folds. Next in r
od on Lerna’s lake he sheds; — Grasps Achelous with resistless force,
And
drags the roaring river to his course; Binds with
n to his dusky cave; Seized by the throat the growling fiend disarms,
And
tears his gaping jaws with sinewy arms; Lifts pro
ing jaws with sinewy arms; Lifts proud Antœus from his mother-plains,
And
with strong grasp the struggling giant, strains;
s murderous den; Where breathing flames through brazen lips, he fled,
And
shakes the rock-roof d cavern o’er his head. Last
pe’s saliant strand, Crests with opposing towers the splendid scene.,
And
pours from urns immense the sea between; Loud o’e
to make the Theban wall. He led them as he pleas’d: the rocks obey’d,
And
danc’d in order to the tunes he play’d.” Obs. —
back sits all at ease, With harp in hand, by which he calms the seas,
And
for his passage with a song he pays.” Questions.
were spangled; how the sun Refulgent Mithras, purest spring of light,
And
genial warmth, and teeming nature’s smiles, Burst
e with parental love, Goodness, and heavenly grace,
And
sweetest mercy shine. Yet is he still Himself the
hine. Yet is he still Himself the same, one form, one face, one will,
And
these his twofold aspect are but one,
one will, And these his twofold aspect are but one,
And
changed is none In him; for change in Yamen could
head and hands lopp’d off. Dagon his name; sea-monster; upwards man,
And
downward fish; yet had his temples high, Rear’d i
imitive traditions, they are apt to wander with a frightful rapidity.
And
hence arose the ravings of the priests among the
Supreme God, who was Ruler of the Universe, to whom all were subject.
And
, according to Tacitus, such, also, was the god of
ir chargers of ethereal birth, Paw’d, with impatient hoof, the earth,
And
snorting fiercely ‘gan to neigh, As if they heard
nd snorting fiercely ‘gan to neigh, As if they heard the battle bray,
And
burn’d to join the bloody fray. But they unmov’d
sive brow and look sedate, Proudly each couch’d her glittering spear,
And
seem’d to know nor hope nor fear. So mild
ven to the excess of fanaticism. “Uprose the king of men with speed,
And
saddled strait, his coal-black steed; Down the ya
“Hard by the eastern gate of hell In ancient time great Valva fell;
And
there she lies in massive tomb, Shrouded by night
But yet if rumour rightly tells, In her cold bones the spirit dwells;
And
still if bold intruder come, Her voice unfolds hi
; And still if bold intruder come, Her voice unfolds his hidden doom,
And
oft the rugged ear of hell Is sooth’d by some mel
his flesh the glebe is made; From his veins the tide is swelling,
And
his locks are verdant shade. Hark! his crest wit
some. These came to replace the bards, under the name of Troubadours.
And
, this appears to be a suitable place to drop a re
, or inflected counsel, because an inflected figure verges to itself.
And
as there is nothing disordered and novel in intel
pice.] [Epigraph.] O, ye delicious fables! where we wave
And
woods were peopled, and the air, with things So l
d car of day His golden axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream,
And
the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the
seem to have had some knowledge of the temptation and fall of man, “
And
fabled how the serpent, whom they called Ophion,
ertainment kind, Sweet semblance, friendly offices that bind,
And
all the complements of courtesy; They teach u
To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness,
And
strengthen man with his own mind. And, baffle
sum of human wretchedness, And strengthen man with his own mind.
And
, baffled as thou wert from high, Still, in th
ike the thief of fire from heaven, Wilt thou withstand the shock?
And
share with him — the unforgiven — His vulture
been shot; the arrow bright With an immortal’s vengeance; in his eye
And
nostril, beautiful disdain, and might And majesty
tal’s vengeance; in his eye And nostril, beautiful disdain, and might
And
majesty flash their full lightnings by, Developin
ure!” The nymph continued her flight, and left his plea half uttered.
And
even as she fled she charmed him. The wind blew h
pomp to the Capitol, you shall be woven into wreaths for their brows.
And
, as eternal youth is mine, you also shall be alwa
lts each joy, allays each grief, Expels diseases, softens every pain;
And
hence the wise of ancient days adored One power o
ueror’s banner true, Who feed where Desolation first has fed,
And
whose wings rain contagion: how they fled, Wh
o, from his golden bow, The Pythian of the age one arrow sped
And
smiled! The spoilers tempt no second blow; They f
nd death which alone could part us shall not prevent my joining thee.
And
ye, unhappy parents of us both, deny us not our u
d request. As love and death have joined us, let one tomb contain us.
And
thou, tree, retain the marks of slaughter. Let th
stered by the hand of care. The cherry here in shining crimson glows,
And
stained with lovers’ blood, in pendent rows, The
A hunter once in a grove reclined, To shun the noon’s bright eye,
And
oft he wooed the wandering wind To cool his b
habitation, visit us With thy long levelled rule of streaming light,
And
thou shalt be our star of Arcady, Or Tyrian Cynos
he fled astray With feeble steps o’er the world’s wilderness;
And
his own Thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued
u will see the marks of the wheels, and they will serve to guide you.
And
, that the skies and the earth may each receive th
u will set the earth on fire; the middle course is safest and best. 6
And
now I leave you to your chance, which I hope will
ne and it awakens; then apply Its polished lip to your attentive ear,
And
it remembers its august abodes, And murmurs as th
lished lip to your attentive ear, And it remembers its august abodes,
And
murmurs as the ocean murmurs there.” Gebir, Book
ut forth leaves, and old Philemon saw Baucis changing in like manner.
And
now a leafy crown had grown over their heads, whi
gher, Became a steeple with a spire. The kettle to the top was hoist.
And
there stood fastened to a joist, But with the ups
o roast, A sudden alteration feels Increased by new intestine wheels;
And
, what exalts the wonder more. The number made the
But up against the steeple reared, Became a clock, and still adhered;
And
still its love to household cares By a shrill voi
Like a huge snail, along the wall; There stuck aloft in public view,
And
with small change, a pulpit grew. A bedstead of t
light, through caves below, Wafting in triumph all the flowery braids
And
festal rings, with which Olympic maids Have decke
n order bright, Cheek after cheek, like rosebuds in a wreath;
And
those more distant showing from beneath T
work of pain; so not enough Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt,
And
buoyant round my limbs. At first I dwelt Whole da
warmth and vital motion Seemed through the statue form to dart. “
And
then, in all my ardor sharing, The silent for
ilent form expression found; Returned my kiss of youthful daring,
And
understood my heart’s quick sound. Then lived for
the lily, if it were not that this is purple and that silvery white.7
And
this was not enough for Phœbus; but to confer sti
it would have nothing to attract or offer us but its useless leaves.
And
equally the vine, if it were not twined round the
urse, and begged her as she loved her foster-child to favor his suit.
And
then he tried to win her domestics to his side. S
rs long, Till free consent the gods among Make her his eternal bride;
And
from her fair unspotted side Two blissful twins a
ainted wings; When truth’s clear river flowed o’er sands of gold,
And
told in song its high and mystic things! And such
o’er sands of gold, And told in song its high and mystic things!
And
such the sweet and solemn tale of her The pil
, and the scented air, She heard far echoes of the voice of Love,
And
found his footsteps’ traces every where. “But ne
blight the earth, Had come ’twixt her, a child of sin and tears,
And
that bright spirit of immortal birth; Until her p
im only in the skies; Till wings unto the weary heart were given,
And
she became Love’s angel bride in heaven!” The st
ysterious trinket, Which means the soul, (though few would think it,)
And
sparkling thus on brow so white Tells us we’ve Ps
assical stories and says: — “—— pleasing was his shape,
And
lovely never since of serpent kind Lovelier; not
then, to betray my father! No! rather would I never see Minos again.
And
yet no doubt it is sometimes the best thing for a
ould remove with her own hands whatever stood in the way of her love.
And
can any other woman dare more than I? I would enc
Within thy aëry shell By slow Meander’s margent green,
And
in the violet-embroidered vale, Where the
aughter of the sphere, So may’st thou be translated to the skies,
And
give resounding grace to all heaven’s harmonies.”
d found myself reposed Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where
And
what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not
Thy nose, thou chance to see; Narcissus’ fate would then be thine,
And
self-detested thou would’st pine, As self-ena
turret-torch was blazing high, Though rising gale and breaking foam,
And
shrieking sea-birds warned him home; And clouds a
sing gale and breaking foam, And shrieking sea-birds warned him home;
And
clouds aloft and tides below, With signs and soun
rs, and his glistening eyes.”9 “Which when Arachne saw, as overlaid
And
mastered with workmanship so rare, She stood asto
with workmanship so rare, She stood astonied long, ne aught gainsaid;
And
with fast-fixed eyes on her did stare And by her
ed long, ne aught gainsaid; And with fast-fixed eyes on her did stare
And
by her silence, sign of one dismayed, The victory
ory did yield her as her share; Yet did she inly fret and felly burn,
And
all her blood to poisonous rancor turn.” And so
ly fret and felly burn, And all her blood to poisonous rancor turn.”
And
so the metamorphosis is caused by Arachne’s own m
oidery “Arachne once, as poets tell, A goddess at her art defied,
And
soon the daring mortal fell The hapless victim
his allusion to Danaë: — “Now lies the earth all Danaë to the stars,
And
all thy heart lies open unto me.” Niobe.
in his carriage the sublime Sir Richard Blackmore used to rhyme,
And
, if the wits don’t do him wrong, ’Twixt death and
zed her foes to congealed stone, But rigid looks of chaste austerity,
And
noble grace that dashed brute violence With sudde
Lion Sprang furious on his prey, her speedier power Outran his haste,
And
fixed in that fierce attitude he stands Like Rage
onsent (how could they hesitate?) and promise a royal dowry with her.
And
now the monster was within the range of a stone t
, Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight,
And
, therefore, to our weaker view O’erlaid with blac
thighs, gallantly armed, Rise from the ground like feathered Mercury,
And
vaulted with such ease into his seat, As if an an
angel dropped down from the clouds, To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And
witch the world with noble horsemanship.” The
y. Jason next proceeded to sow the dragon’s teeth and plough them in.
And
soon the crop of armed men sprang up, and, wonder
Descend from Pelion to the main. Transported demigods stood round,
And
men grew heroes at the sound.” In Dyer’s poem of
os’ sandy shore they thronged, Gleaming in armor, ardent of exploits;
And
soon, the laurel cord and the huge stone Upliftin
ous length the skilful hand Of Argus fashioned for the proud attempt;
And
in the extended keel a lofty mast Upraised, and s
heart full of play, Light rambled the boy over meadow and mount,
And
neglected his task for the flowers in the way. “
’s shrine, Their time with the flowers on the margin have wasted,
And
left their light urns all as empty as mine.”
Root of hemlock digged in the dark,” etc Macbeth, Act IV. Scene 1.
And
again: — Macbeth. — What is’t you do? Witches.
died! Alas! evil is the conquest; but, brothers, ye have conquered.”
And
, turning away her face, she threw the fatal wood
as a flying star shot through the sky Above the pillared town.”
And
in Shelley’s Prometheus Jupiter calls to his cup-
to his cup-bearer thus: — “Pour forth heaven’s wine, Idæan Ganymede,
And
let it fill the Dædal cups like fire.” The beaut
ted and dishevelled hair; His scattered plumage danced upon the wave,
And
sorrowing Nereids decked his watery grave; O’er h
his watery grave; O’er his pale corse their pearly sea-flowers shed,
And
strewed with crimson moss his marble bed; Struck
n moss his marble bed; Struck in their coral towers the passing bell,
And
wide in ocean tolled his echoing knell.” Cast
white as snow. Never on earthly anvil Did such rare armor gleam,
And
never did such gallant steeds Drink of an ear
ow; Ivy crowns that brow, supernal As the forehead of Apollo,
And
possessing youth eternal. “Round about him fair
of the Sun? whose charmed cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape,
And
downward fell into a grovelling swine.)” Aria
firmament, Through the bright heaven doth her beams display,
And
is unto the stars an ornament, Which round about
with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.”
And
describing Eve’s abode: —
ould make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea,
And
hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.” Schill
ad. “Earth outgrows the mythic fancies Sung beside her in her youth;
And
those debonaire romances Sound but dull beside th
So Milton in his Hymn to the Nativity: — “The lonely mountains o’er,
And
the resounding shore, A voice of weeping hear
ce, And Tethys’ grave, majestic pace, By hoary Nereus’ wrinkled look,
And
the Carpathian wizard’s hook,14 By scaly Triton’
And the Carpathian wizard’s hook,14 By scaly Triton’s winding shell,
And
old soothsaying Glaucus’ spell, By Leucothea’s lo
ell, And old soothsaying Glaucus’ spell, By Leucothea’s lovely hands,
And
her son who rules the strands. By Thetis’ tinsel-
And her son who rules the strands. By Thetis’ tinsel-slippered feet,
And
the songs of Sirens sweet;” etc. Armstrong, the
o praise your crystal element. O comfortable streams! with eager lips
And
trembling hands the languid thirsty quaff New lif
peace their equal days Felt not the alternate fits of feverish mirth
And
sick dejection; still serene and pleased, Blessed
ay I once could do so; but now I have but one horn, having lost one.”
And
here he groaned and was silent. Theseus asked him
“Men called him but a shiftless youth, In whom no good they saw,
And
yet unwittingly, in truth, They made his care
unwittingly, in truth, They made his careless words their law. “
And
day by day more holy grew Each spot where he
All alone, He makes his moan,
And
calls her ghost, Forever, ever, e
ow already, for it is needless for any one to attempt to deceive you.
And
do you also cease your efforts to elude me. I am
ry sent its stores T’ enrich thy walls; but thou didst hew the floods
And
make thy marble of the glassy wave. In such a pal
h notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto’s cheek,
And
made Hell grant what love did seek.” Chapter
god bestowed on me, I would fain make a source of pleasure to others.
And
if I win the prize, how will the enjoyment of it
a most celestial sound Of dainty music which did next ensue,
And
, on the floating waters as enthroned, Arion
s from pirates’ view, Stood still, by him astonished at his lore,
And
all the raging seas for joy forgot to roar.” By
ng in their ascent rise tier on tier, as if they would reach the sky.
And
now the vast assemblage listens to the awful voic
ed and passed the barren spot Where sad Penelope o’erlooked the wave,
And
onward viewed the mount, not yet forgot, The love
mountains rise, and rise, Ambitious for the hallowing of thine eyes,
And
yet thy benediction passeth not One obscure hidin
hen blinded by Œnopion He sought the blacksmith at his forge,
And
climbing up the narrow gorge, Fixed his blank eye
vibrates all its strings; Accordant aisles the tender tones prolong,
And
holy echoes swell the adoring song.” B. I., 1. 18
wind was given; I then revolved The oracle, upon the silent sea;
And
if no worthier led the way, resolved That of
s I thought, beloved wife! On thee too fondly did my memory hang,
And
on the joys we shared in mortal life, The paths w
ees for ages grew From out the tomb of him for whom she died;
And
ever when such stature they had gained That Ilium
since the death of Patroclus was at the sight of this splendid armor.
And
now, arrayed in it, he went forth into the camp,
a pile of stones over the spot. “Such honors Ilium to her hero paid,
And
peaceful slept the mighty Hector’s shade.” Pope.
lending; — vain The struggle! vain against the coiling strain
And
gripe and deepening of the dragon’s grasp The
au impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o’er the roof by fits,
And
ever and anon with frightful din The leather soun
chairmen, run them through;) Laocoon struck the outside with a spear,
And
each imprisoned champion quaked with fear.” King
scale, great Nemesis! Thou who didst call the Furies from the abyss,
And
round Orestes bade them howl and hiss, For that u
inds are high, and Helle’s tide Rolls darkly heaving to the main;
And
night’s descending shadows hide That field wi
d from this cumbrous flesh, From this gross, detestable, filthy mesh,
And
merely given to the cold, bleak air. Have mercy,
erbs and baneful drugs, Who as they sung would take the prisoned soul
And
lap it in Elysium. Scylla wept, And chid her bark
sung would take the prisoned soul And lap it in Elysium. Scylla wept,
And
chid her barking waves into attention, And fell C
t in Elysium. Scylla wept, And chid her barking waves into attention,
And
fell Charybdis murmured soft applause.” Scylla a
aven smiles, Though the fair goddess long has ceased to weep,
And
o’er her cliffs a fruitless watch to keep For
üs says to Ulysses, — “Say from what city, from what regions tossed,
And
what inhabitants those regions boast? So shalt th
and with his tail glad sign he gave Of gratulation, impotent to rise,
And
to approach his master as of old. Ulysses, noting
he gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And
see the great Achilles whom we knew;” etc. C
Fortunate fields and groves and flowery vales, Thrice happy isles.”
And
in Book II. he characterizes the rivers of Erebus
e bless our human ears (If ye have power to charm our senses so;)
And
let your silver chime Move in melodious time,
our senses so;) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time,
And
let the base of Heaven’s deep organ blow; And wit
in melodious time, And let the base of Heaven’s deep organ blow;
And
with your ninefold harmony Make up full concert w
“As great Pythagoras of yore, Standing beside the blacksmith’s door,
And
hearing the hammers as they smote The anvils with
t hung Vibrant on every iron tongue, The secret of the sounding wire,
And
formed the seven-chorded lyre.” See also the sam
wo lobes protruding, paired exact; A leaf succeeded and another leaf,
And
, all the elements thy puny growth Fostering propi
of Dodona in these lines: — And I will work in prose and rhyme,
And
praise thee more in both Than bard has honored be
On that Thessalian growth In which the swarthy ring-dove sat
And
mystic sentence spoke; etc. Byron alludes to th
s through half a summer’s day, With music lulled his indolent repose;
And
, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own br
azing chariot of the Sun A beardless youth who touched a golden lute,
And
filled the illumined groves with ravishment. The
ly Wanderer who bestowed That timely light to share his joyous sport;
And
hence a beaming goddess with her nymphs Across th
aggy covert peeping forth In the low vale, or on steep mountain side;
And
sometimes intermixed with stirring horns Of the l
anction of the god. High heaven with reverence the dread signal took,
And
all Olympus to the centre shook.”31 The Mine
goddess loves in stone, and fills The air around with beauty;” etc.
And
in the next stanza, “Blood, pulse, and breast co
rom Cowper’s Table Talk: — « Ages elapsed ere Homer’s lamp appeared,
And
ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard. To carry nat
on birth, asked ages more. Thus genius rose and set at ordered times,
And
shot a dayspring into distant climes, Ennobling e
ling every region that he chose; He sunk in Greece, in Italy he rose,
And
, tedious years of Gothic darkness past, Emerged a
the Metamorphoses, of which we give a literal translation below: — “
And
now I close my work, which not the ire Of Jove, n
me when it will that day Which o’er the body, not the mind, has sway,
And
snatch the remnant of my life away, My better par
e remnant of my life away, My better part above the stars shall soar,
And
my renown endure forevermore. Where’er the Roman
arms and arts shall spread There by the people shall my book be read;
And
, if aught true in poet’s visions be, My name and
n Phœnix first is seen, Her feathered subjects all adore their queen,
And
while she makes her progress through the East, Fr
her numerous train’s increased; Each poet of the air her glory sings,
And
round him the pleased audience clap their wings.”
des in these lines: — “What though the Moor the basilisk hath slain,
And
pinned him lifeless to the sandy plain, Up throug
om the earth’s disk. Fear not, but gaze, — for freemen mightier grow,
And
slaves more feeble, gazing on their foe.” The
* * * “O, what a genius must inform the skies!
And
is Lorenzo’s salamander-heart Cold and untouched
Persian, — zealous to reject Altar and Image, and the inclusive walls
And
roofs of temples built by human hands, — The loft
e-wreathed Tiara on his brows, Presented sacrifice to Moon and Stars,
And
to the Winds and mother Elements, And the whole c
ed sacrifice to Moon and Stars, And to the Winds and mother Elements,
And
the whole circle of the Heavens, for him A sensit
Who curse the hour your Arabs came To desecrate our shrines of flame,
And
swear before God’s burning eye, To break our coun
at he could not deny but that he had brought great shame on himself. “
And
what grieves me most,” he added, “is that ye will
which so long as I live and have my way thou shalt never enter again.
And
, by my troth, had I known beforehand that thou ha
t of Gray’s fine ode beginning, — “Uprose the king of men with speed
And
saddled straight his coal-black steed.” But the
and battle-axes; for do what they would, none of them could harm him.
And
this became a favorite pastime with them and was
cliffs, whose strength defied The crested Roman in his hour of pride;
And
where the Druid’s ancient cromlech frowned, And t
in his hour of pride; And where the Druid’s ancient cromlech frowned,
And
the oaks breathed mysterious murmurs round, There
ore! on plain or height, In the sun’s face, beneath the eye of light,
And
baring unto heaven each noble head, Stood in the
of a theme less solemn tells That mighty surge that ebbs and swells,
And
still between each awful pause, From the high vau
ice lift aloft her scale, Peace o’er the world her olive wand extend,
And
white-robed Innocence from heaven descend.” See,
ng the Lotos, day by day, To watch the crisping ripples on the beach,
And
tender curving lines of creamy spray: To lend our
ating cause, and perhaps still another, and so on without limitation.
And
yet we know that there must have been a period wh
that appall’d?” Byron. “Tremendous, Gorgon frowned upon its field,
And
circling terrors filled the expressive shield.” “
from his airy throne With power imperial curbs the struggling winds,
And
sounding tempests in dark prisons binds.” Dryden
er, while a dog lies at his feet. “Thou that dost Æsculapius deride,
And
o’er his gallipots in triumph ride.” Fenton. Æ
e Æsculapius and Phaeton. “Wilt thou have music? Hark! Apollo plays.
And
twenty cagëd nightingales do sing.” Shakespeare.
to heaven when the earth became corrupt. “… Chaste Astrea fled,
And
sought protection in her native sky.” John Hughe
of the sacrifice. “In Diræ’s and in Discord’s steps Bellona treads,
And
shakes her iron rod above their heads.” Belphe′
her from the rigid north, Her native bed, on which bleak Boreas blew,
And
bore her nearer to the sun…” Young, 1710. Boun
d the tail of a serpent. It used to vomit fire. … “
And
on the craggy top Chimera dwells, with lion’s fac
o be a man he married Psyche. “For Venus did but boast one only son,
And
rosy Cupid was that boasted one; He, uncontroll’d
as that boasted one; He, uncontroll’d, thro’ heaven extends his sway,
And
gods and goddesses by turns obey.” Eusden, 1713.
e king of the elves and fays. “Which wast begot in Demogorgon’s hall
And
saw’st the secrets of the world unmade.” Spenser
y, daughter of the sphere, So may’st thou be translated to the skies,
And
give resounding grace to all heaven’s harmonies.”
n her stead. “Wreathed smiles, Such as hung on Hebe’s cheek,
And
love to live in dimples sleek.” Milton. “Brigh
the fountain Hippocrene flowed. “Yet still the doting rhymer dreams,
And
sings of Helicon’s bright streams; But Helicon fo
f Atlas, was changed into the evening star. “To the ocean now I fly,
And
those happy climes that lie Where day never shuts
and their Manes bear. The few who’re cleansed to those abodes repair,
And
breathe in ample fields the soft Elysian air.”
fix my reins.” F. Lewis. “Let not Medea draw her murdering knife,
And
spill her children’s blood upon the stage.” Lord
represented as having on a winged cap, and with wings on his heels. “
And
there, without the power to fly, Stands fix’d a t
rcury, and herald for a king.” “Be Mercury, set feathers to thy heels
And
fly, like thought, from them to me again.” Shake
on as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up her wondrous tale,
And
nightly to the list’ning earth Repeats the story
lls In cottages and smoky cells; Hates gilded roofs and beds of down,
And
though he fears no prince’s frown, Flies from the
which was named after him, Narcissus. “Narcissus so himself forsook,
And
died to kiss his shadow in the brook.” “Hadst tho
of the same name. “High heaven with trembling the dread signal took,
And
all Olympus to the center shook.” Pope. Oly′ra
gasus can fly.” Earl of Dorset. “To turn and wind a fiery Pegasus,
And
witch the world with noble horsemanship.” Shakes
ylus’s head on the banquet table. “Forth like a fury Philomela flew,
And
at his face the head of Itys threw.” Pope. “An
ry Philomela flew, And at his face the head of Itys threw.” Pope. “
And
thou, melodious Philomel, Again thy plaintive sto
nsented To hear the poet’s prayer, Stern Proserpine relented,
And
gave him back the fair.” F. Lewis. Pro′teus [P
in the infernal regions. “These are the realms of unrelenting fate:
And
awful Rhadamanthus rules the state. He hears and
woodland sort. ……………………………………… With asses’ hoofs, great goggle eyes,
And
double chins of monstrous size.” Yalden. Scyl′
rydice, and Medusa. “Pleasing was his shape,
And
lovely; never since of serpent kind, Lovelier; no
a fat, drunken old man, riding on an ass, and crowned with flowers. “
And
there two Satyrs on the ground, Stretched at his
e. “Thy stone, O Sisyphus, stands still Ixion rests upon his wheel,
And
the pale specters dance.” F. Lewis. Si′va [Siv
eard of. See Surya. “Sol through white curtains shot a timorous ray,
And
oped those eyes that must eclipse the day.” Pope
lato, lived in the air. “The light coquettes as Sylphs aloft repair,
And
sport and flutter in the fields of air.” Pope.
s through hell resound. E’en in the circling flood refreshment craves
And
pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.”
t craves And pines with thirst amidst a sea of waves.” “...
And
of itself the water flies All taste of living wig
d married their Queen. “Breasts that with sympathizing ardor glowed,
And
holy friendship such as Theseus vowed.” Budgell.
like unto gold, or silver, or stone, graven by art and man’s device.
And
the times of this ignorance God winked at; but no
ts enthroned in gold. High heaven the footstool of his feet he makes,
And
, wide beneath him, all Olympus shakes, He speaks,
nction of a god; High heaven, with trembling, the dread signal takes,
And
all Olympus to the centre shakes. Iliad, Pope's
ction of the God: High heaven, with trembling, the dread signal took,
And
all Olympus to the centre shook. Iliad, Book 1.
s of the clouds. With lightning armed, his red right hand puts forth,
And
shakes with burning bolts, the solid earth; The n
sunk and pierced with dread; He strikes vast Rhodope’s exalted crown,
And
hurls huge Athos and Cerannia down. Thick fall th
is borne over the waves. Now lows a milk-white bull on Asia’s strand
And
crops with dancing head the daisied land. With ro
d and his pearly horns, Light on his back the sportive damsel bounds,
And
pleased he moves along the flowery grounds; Bears
s amid the dimpling waves. Beneath her robe she draws her snowy feet,
And
half-reclining on her ermine seat, Around his rai
her ermine seat, Around his raised neck her radiant arms she throws^
And
rests her fair cheek on his curled brows; Her yel
r cheek on his curled brows; Her yellow tresses wave on wanton gales,
And
bent in air her azure mantle sails. While her fai
and shriek along the shore; Onward he moves; applauding Cupids guide.
And
skim on shooting wing the shining tide; Emerging
eals the wakeful eye; Then shoots from heaven to high Pieria’s steep,
And
stoops incumbent on the rolling deep. Homer's Od
aming forges sound, While bathed in sweat, from fire to fire he flew;
And
puffing loud the roaring bellows blew.” [Translat
lt in Etna’s rocky womb, On thundering anvils rung their loud alarms,
And
leagued with Vulcan, forged immortal arms; Descen
Vulcan, forged immortal arms; Descending Venus sought the dark abode,
And
soothed the labours of the grisly god. With
breathing bellows roar, Admired their sinewy arms and shoulders bare,
And
ponderous hammers lifted high in air; With smiles
ifted high in air; With smiles celestial blessed their dazzled sight,
And
beauty blazed amid infernal night. Botanic Garde
om the tortured steel. Huge strokes, rough Steropes and Brontes gave,
And
strong Pyracmon shook the gloomy cave. Before the
kind, To render with thy precepts less The sum of human wretchedness,
And
strengthen man with his own mind. Byron. Prome
in burnished gold; Flashed on her brandished arm the immortal shield,
And
terror lighted on the dazzled field. Botanic Gar
rn Venus, ravishing to sight, Rose from the ample sea to upper light.
And
on her head the flower of summer swelled, And blu
ple sea to upper light. And on her head the flower of summer swelled,
And
blushed all lovely, and like Eden smelled. A garl
stood before her feet, Two wings upon his shoulders, fair and fleet;
And
blind as night, as he is often seen, A bow he bar
os and her blooming groves; While to her power a hundred altars rise,
And
grateful incense meets the balmy skies. Venus
her time happily: Young Dione, nursed beneath the waves,
And
rocked by Nereids in their coral caves, Charmed t
olden locks she wrung; O’er the smooth surge in silver sandals stood,
And
looked enchantment on the dazzled flood. The
rs, gem her ivory back, Round her fine waist and swelling bosom swim,
And
star with glittering brine each crystal limb. — A
lling bosom swim, And star with glittering brine each crystal limb. —
And
beauty blazed to heaven and earth unveiled. Bota
tom to Elysian shades. Clad with new form, with finer sense combined,
And
fit with purer flame the ethereal mind.
rises to the light, Leaves the drear chambers of the insatiate tomb,
And
shines and charms with renovated bloom. Botanic
bs and baleful drugs; Who, as they sung, would take the prisoned soul
And
lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept And chid her barki
sung, would take the prisoned soul And lap it in Elysium; Scylla wept
And
chid her barking waves into attention, And fell C
it in Elysium; Scylla wept And chid her barking waves into attention,
And
fell Charybdis murmured soft applause. Scylla
ge unknowing of deceit, Pleased with the false review secure he lies,
And
leaden slumbers press his drooping eyes. Shou
re, a dragon rides; Here, from our strict embrace a stream he glides.
And
last, sublime, ’tis stately growth he rears A tre
his worship. To Bacchus. Bacchus, on thee we call, in hymns divine,
And
hang thy statues on the lofty pine. Hence plenty
the rich plantations grace. Then let us Bacchus’s praises duly sing,
And
consecrated cakes and chargers bring; Dragg’d by
s and chargers bring; Dragg’d by their horns let victim goats expire,
And
roast on hazel spits before the sacred fire. Come
of thy reign abound; Each field replete, with blushing autumn, glow,
And
in deep tides, by thee, the foaming vintage flow.
called Panics. The Athenians had a statue of him, like that of Mars.
And
in some antique gems and sculptures, his figure i
Upon the wild wood’s leafy tops, To drink the dew that morning drops,
And
chirp thy song with such a glee, That happiest ki
. To him thy friendly notes are dear; For thou art mild as matin dew,
And
still, when summer’s flowery hue Begins to paint
hear thy sweet prophetic strain, Thy sweet prophetic strain we hear.
And
bless the notes and thee revere! The muses lo
na’s golden plains; Plucked with fair hand the silver blossomed bower
And
purple mead — herself a fairer flower; Sudden, un
ed their demon wings; Earth with deep yawn received the fair, amazed,
And
far in night celestial beauty blazed. Botanic Ga
bellows in the gate: Base Want, low Fear, and Famine’s lawless rage,
And
pale Disease, and slow repining Age. Fierce, form
through hell resound E’en in the circling floods, refreshment craves,
And
pines with thirst, amidst a sea of waves. When to
declare that he was a god who accomplished these services to mankind.
And
so heroes come to be “as gods revered.” Hercul
of the sleeping god; Waked by the shrilling hiss and rustling sound,
And
shrieks of fair attendants trembling round, Their
trembling round, Their gasping throats with clinching hands he holds;
And
death untwists their convoluted folds. Next i
d on Lerna’s lake he sheds; Grasps Achelous with resistless force
And
drags the rolling river to his course; Binds
to his dusky cave; Seized by the throat, the growling fiend disarms;
And
tears his gaping jaws with sinewy arms; Lifts
jaws with sinewy arms; Lifts proud Antæus from his mother plains,
And
with strong grasp the struggling giant strains; B
murderous den, Where, breathing flames through brazen lips, he fled,
And
shook the rock-roofed cavern o’er his head. Last,
ope’s salient strand; Crests with opposing towers the splendid scene;
And
pours from urns immense the sea between. Loud
g gale restrain. Odyssey , Book IV. A long and weary calm ensued,
And
the pale mariner at once deplores, His wasted vig
hould this span adorn; Honour and fame, at least, the Thunderer owed,
And
ill he pays the promise of a god, If yon proud mo
rules and happy by his sway; Two ages in his native realm he reigned,
And
now the example of the third remained. All viewed
ncorrigibly guilty; but to the penitent he is gracious and relenting.
And
like the true God, though he is a “consuming fire
justice with parental love, Goodness and heavenly grace,
And
sweetest mercy shine. Yet is he still Himself the
shine. Yet is he still Himself the same, one form, one face, one will
And
these his twofold aspects are but one;
ace, one will And these his twofold aspects are but one;
And
change is none In him; for change in Yamen could
s. Hard by the eastern gate of Hell In ancient time great Vala fell;
And
there she lies in massive tomb, Shrouded by night
But yet if rumour rightly tells, In her cold bones the Spirit dwells,
And
still if bold intruder come. Her voice unfolds hi
, And still if bold intruder come. Her voice unfolds his hidden doom.
And
oft the rugged ear of Hell Is soothed by some mel
guarded the entrance of Niflheim. Uprose the king of men with speed,
And
saddled straight his coal-black steed; Down the y
ir chargers of ethereal birth, Pawed, with impatient hoof, the earth,
And
snorting fiercely ’gan to neigh, As if they heard
nd snorting fiercely ’gan to neigh, As if they heard the battle bray,
And
burned to join the bloody fray. But they unmoved
nsive brow and look sedate, Proudly each couched her glittering spear
And
seemed to know nor hope nor fear. So mildly f
his flesh the glebe is made; From his veins the tide is welling.
And
his locks are verdant shade. Hark! his crest wit
head and hands lopped off. Dagon his name; sea monster; upward man,
And
downward fish; yet had his temple high, Reared in
strangely compounded of degrading superstitions and sound philosophy.
And
much as the Egyptians excelled other nations in t
ere spangled; how the sun, Refulgent Mithras, purest spring of light,
And
genial warmth, whence teeming nature smiles, Burs
laimed that Psyche was the wife of him who claimed her for his bride.
And
from this time Psyche was content to receive the
ce of Pluto’s kingdom, and who will be quiet if you offer him a cake.
And
there is a river called the Styx, which you must
r. Some wise woman that taught men how to cultivate the ground. Ann.
And
who was the malignant Venus that persecuted Psych
whom I so tenderly love, shall be a daughter to you while I am gone.
And
, my dear father, I shall soon return to you, if i
ech of Lycaonia, The gods are come down to us in the likeness of men.
And
they called Barnabas, Jupiter; and Paul, Mercuriu
death, like Philemon. “The good, said they, are God’s peculiar care,
And
such as honour Heaven, shall heavenly honour shar
ght of Lot’s family, and the destruction of the wicked city of Sodom.
And
when Baucis washed the feet of her guests, it rem
a generous one, for he had given a kingdom to his grandson. Mother.
And
what think you of Pentheus? Ann. That he was not
It indicated that the married pair would meet with misfortunes. Ann.
And
, now, who was Lucifer? Mother. Lucifer is a name
d they became founders of cities, like their ancestor, Perseus. Ann.
And
who was he that shut up the winds? Mother. Æolus
r more to enter into competition with any but the children of earth. “
And
did they not heed your counsel?” asked Minerva. “
on which this priestess sat was covered with the skin of the Python.
And
they celebrated the death of the Python in certai
ording to the simple plan, That they should take who have the power,
And
they should keep who can. A literary work, wheth
d indeed cohabited with Zeus, but they had not been his lawful wives.
And
this, if I mistake not, is the true origin of the
, without bound, Without dimension, where length, breadth and height,
And
time and place are lost. It contained the ‘embry
fiery concave,’ and its only entrance was closed with lofty portals.
And
thrice threefold the gates : three folds were bra
noblest that can be conceived) was to ………assert eternal Providence,
And
justify the ways of God to men. Its agreement in
ditions, nearly translates the Rhodian poet in the following lines :
And
fabled how the serpent whom they called Ophiôn wi
sacred gloomy Night might come, Unto his mother and his wedded wife,
And
his dear children ; but the grove with laurel sha
ines in his poem named Nanno. Helios is doomed to labour every day ;
And
rest there never is for him Or for his horses, wh
There he binds With fragrant wreaths his locks, and the bright manes
And
yellow reins of his wing-footed steeds. He does
in, nor ever showered With snow, but cloudless æther o'er it spreads,
And
glittering light encircles it around, On which th
-spoked, brazen, on the strong Axle of iron. Gold their fellies were,
And
undecaying, but thereon of brass The tires365 wel
he rounded nave of each ; The seat was hung by gold and silver cords,
And
two curved sides encompass’d it about. The pole w
thick and soft, Which raised them from the ground. On this they lay,
And
o’cr them spread a golden cloud and fair, And gli
ound. On this they lay, And o’cr them spread a golden cloud and fair,
And
glittering drops of dew fell all around. This is
wood rebelloweth aloud Unto the bowstring’s twang ; the earth itself
And
fishy sea then shudder : but she still A brave he
elieved them to have been really and not metaphorically put to death.
And
in truth it is not easy to give a satisfactory an
ods and mortal men,’ for one hundred flowers grew from one root884 ;
And
with its fragrant smell wide heaven above And all
rew from one root884 ; And with its fragrant smell wide heaven above
And
all earth laughed, and the sea’s briny flood. Un
nture to their mother, she agreed to hire the nurse at large wages :
And
they, as fawns or heifers in spring-time Bound on
the hill Callichoros. Thus having said, the goddess changed her size
And
form, old-age off-flinging, and around Beauty res
nt was scattered, and afar Shone light emitted from her skin divine :
And
yellow locks upon her shoulders waved ; While, as
ing in his hands The reins and whip : forth from the house he rushed,
And
not unwillingly the coursers flew. Quickly the lo
band ; she should however pass the other two with her and the gods :
And
when in spring-time, with sweet-smelling flowers
e story of her abduction. They pass the day in delightful converse :
And
joy they mutually received and gave. ‘Bright-vei
Zeus sends Rhea to invite them back to heaven. Demeter now complies,
And
instant from the deep-soiled cornfields fruit Sen
ill by himsel he learned to wander Adoun some trotting burn’s meander
And
think na lang. We are therefore inclined to rega
Victory, mark ye, flies With golden wings ; and so, egad, does Love :
And
like a trembling dove, old Homer saith, Was Iris.
ut was now allotted the honour of the gods in the depths of the sea.’
And
again ; Odysseus beholds in the realms of Hades t
to instruct mankind in the culture of the vine and other useful arts.
And
thus the knowledge of the vine came to Greece, fr
treatment which he sometimes there experienced from his worshipers :
And
if thou do so, Pan beloved, may ne’er The Arcadia
se incline, may pain Seize thee when all thy skin is torn with nails,
And
in hot nettles may thou lie to rest : which the
-full spring laments, pouring forth her moan, a sweet-sounding lay.”
And
with him the clear-singing mountain-nymphs Move q
ymph, it is said, They spring from fountains and from sacred groves,
And
holy streams that flow into the sea1231. Yet the
Ocean, stayed away, Nor of the Nymphs, who dwell in beauteous groves,
And
springs of streams, and verdant grassy slades1232
sacred to the Nymphs, whom men Call Naiades. In it large craters lie,
And
two-eared pitchers, all of stone ; and there Bees
he mountain-haunting Nymphs, Deep-bosomed, who on this mountain great
And
holy dwell, who neither goddesses Nor women are12
the beauteous trees, The bark around them wastes, the branches fall,
And
the Nymph’s soul at the same moment leaves The su
? and Echo answered, Here. Amazed, on every side he turns his view,
And
in loud tones cries, Come ; and Echo calls The ca
him. There a sleepless man Might double wages earn ; as neatherd one,
And
one as keeper of the snowy sheep ; For near the p
mankind, and received the following response : From the fane depart,
And
veil your heads and loose your girded clothes, An
m the fane depart, And veil your heads and loose your girded clothes,
And
cast behind you your great parent’s bones. They
ew legend of the mode of her being restored to her pristine form1911.
And
now the wanderings of Io were extended to Egypt a
y trees displayed Their fruit, pomegranates, pears and apples bright,
And
luscious figs and olives green and ripe ; But whe
ably gave no more than the popular creed when he said of the heroes,
And
now with minds free from all care they dwell In t
den hinges moving, to let forth The King of glory. — P. L. vii. 205.
And
again, v. 374 : He through heaven, That open’d w
car of day His glowing axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream ;
And
the slope sun his upward beam Shoots against the
1. Plut. Amat. 20. 778. Plato, Phædr. 255. Paus. vi. 23. 4. 779.
And
from her fair unspotted side Two blissful twins a
uaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers,
And
purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Milto
des to these names of the Sirens : By Thetis’ tinsel-slippered feet,
And
the songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope's d
feet, And the songs of Sirens sweet, By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,
And
fair Ligea's golden comb, Wherewith she sits on d
d car of day His golden axle doth allay In the steep Atlantic stream,
And
the slope Sun his upward beam Shoots against the
“Of old Called the wild man from waste and wold,
And
, in his hut thy presence stealing, Roused each fa
ut thy presence stealing, Roused each familiar household feeling;
And
, best of all happy ties, The centre of the social
blight the earth, Had come ’twixt her, a child of sin and tears,
And
that bright spirit of immortal birth; Until her p
ek him only in the skies; Till wings unto the weary heart were given,
And
she became Love’s angel bride in heaven.” T. K.
following response: “From the fane depart,
And
veil your heads, and loose your girded clothes, A
the fane depart, And veil your heads, and loose your girded clothes,
And
cast behind you your great parent’s bones!” They
ge was first, when man, yet new, No rule but uncorrupted reason knew,
And
, with a native bent did good pursue. Unforced by
irst the precious ore (Which next to hell the prudent gods had laid,)
And
that alluring ill to sight displayed. Thus cursed
more accursed gold, Gave mischief birth, and made that mischief bold:
And
double death did wretched man invade, By steel as
l says of these festivities: Let ev’ry swain adore her power divine,
And
milk and honey mix with sparkling wine; Let all t
knew before That I must die, though thou had’st ne’er proclaimed it,
And
if I perish ere th’ allotted term, I deem that de
iana’s power neglected lies, Where to her dogs aspiring temples rise!
And
should you leeks or onions eat, no time Would exp
hill: and made his grove The pleasant valley of Hinnom, Tophet thence
And
black Gehenna call’d, the type of Hell.” Ques.
ad the winged thunder flies An horrid stillness first invades the ear
And
, in that silence we the tempest fear. L’Étern
▲