evolved the oracle in their minds. At length Deucalion spoke: “Either my sagacity deceives me, or the command is one we ma

mes, as you call them, where you will, but presume not to meddle with my weapons.” Venus’s boy heard these words, and rejo

and I will follow slower. I am no clown, no rude peasant. Jupiter is my father, and I am lord of Delphos and Tenedos, and

rue to the mark; but, alas! an arrow more fatal than mine has pierced my heart! I am the god of medicine, and know the vir

river god: “Help me, Peneus! open the earth to enclose me, or change my form, which has brought me into this danger!” Sca

on the wood. The branches shrank from his lips. “Since you cannot be my wife,” said he, “you shall assuredly be my tree.

lips. “Since you cannot be my wife,” said he, “you shall assuredly be my tree. I will wear you for my crown; I will decora

wife,” said he, “you shall assuredly be my tree. I will wear you for my crown; I will decorate with you my harp and my qu

ly be my tree. I will wear you for my crown; I will decorate with you my harp and my quiver; and when the great Roman conq

e. I will wear you for my crown; I will decorate with you my harp and my quiver; and when the great Roman conquerors lead

he scabbard empty of its sword. “Thy own hand has slain thee, and for my sake,” she said. “I too can be brave for once, an

n thee, and for my sake,” she said. “I too can be brave for once, and my love is as strong as thine. I will follow thee in

been the cause; and death which alone could part us shall not prevent my joining thee. And ye, unhappy parents of us both,

eeze. Sometimes he would say aloud, “Come, sweet breeze, come and fan my breast, come and allay the heat that burns me.” S

ze, come and fan me; you know how I love you! you make the groves and my solitary rambles delightful.” He was running on i

u have ever loved me, if I have ever deserved kindness at your hands, my husband, grant me this last request; do not marry

e, mourned over her, and, embracing her white neck, exclaimed, “Alas! my daughter, it would have been a less grief to have

ill take away,” said she, “that beauty with which you have captivated my husband.” Down fell Callisto on her hands and kne

plains and sought your depths? Learn that I am supplanted in heaven —  my place is given to another. You will hardly believ

e thought of offending Juno, when such rewards are the consequence of my displeasure? See what I have been able to effect!

ade her to wear the human form — she is placed among the stars! So do my punishments result — such is the extent of my pow

among the stars! So do my punishments result — such is the extent of my power! Better that she should have resumed her fo

ed Io to do. Perhaps he means to marry her, and put me away! But you, my foster-parents, if you feel for me, and see with

that the constellation of the Bear never sets, when he says: — “Let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely

er one the stars have risen and set, Sparkling upon the hoar frost of my chain; The Bear that prowled all night about the

insulted the goddess Latona, but not with impunity. When I was young, my father, who had grown too old for active labors,

claim as property the sunshine, the air, or the water. I come to take my share of the common blessing. Yet I ask it of you

ssing. Yet I ask it of you as a favor. I have no intention of washing my limbs in it, weary though they be, but only to qu

n of washing my limbs in it, weary though they be, but only to quench my thirst. My mouth is so dry that I can hardly spea

d of heavenly birth, give me, mother, some proof of it, and establish my claim to the honor.” Clymene stretched forth her

s errand. The youth replied, “O light of the boundless world, Phœbus, my father, — if you permit me to use that name, — gi

fain deny. I beg you to withdraw it. It is not a safe boon, nor one, my Phaëton, suited to your youth and strength. Your

ing round and carrying the stars with it. I have to be perpetually on my guard lest that movement, which sweeps every thin

overn them myself, when they are unruly and resist the reins. Beware, my son, lest I be the donor of a fatal gift; recall

while yet you may. Do you ask me for a proof that you are sprung from my blood? I give you a proof in my fears for you. Lo

for a proof that you are sprung from my blood? I give you a proof in my fears for you. Look at my face — I would that you

sprung from my blood? I give you a proof in my fears for you. Look at my face — I would that you could look into my breast

my fears for you. Look at my face — I would that you could look into my breast, you would there see all a father’s anxiet

rge. It is not honor, but destruction you seek. Why do you hang round my neck and still entreat me? You shall have it if y

He set the rays on his head, and, with a foreboding sigh, said, “If, my son, you will in this at least heed my advice, sp

a foreboding sigh, said, “If, my son, you will in this at least heed my advice, spare the whip and hold tight the reins.

e reins; but if at last your heart fails you, and you will benefit by my advice, stay where you are in safety, and suffer

hunderbolts? Let me at least fall by your hand. Is this the reward of my fertility, of my obedient service? Is it for this

me at least fall by your hand. Is this the reward of my fertility, of my obedient service? Is it for this that I have supp

rankincense for your altars? But if I am unworthy of regard, what has my brother Ocean done to deserve such a fate? If nei

both from life, that I may not live to see her grave, nor be laid in my own by her.” Their prayer was granted. They were

to your son. I would have made him immortal, but you have frustrated my attempt. Nevertheless, he shall be great and usef

nd clothed with herbage and nourishing grain, no more shall you enjoy my favors.” Then the cattle died, the plough broke i

aughter. I can tell you of her fate, for I have seen her. This is not my native country; I came hither from Elis. I was a

lis. I was a woodland nymph, and delighted in the chase. They praised my beauty, but I cared nothing for it, and rather bo

praised my beauty, but I cared nothing for it, and rather boasted of my hunting exploits. One day I was returning from th

oped down to the water’s edge. I approached, I touched the water with my foot. I stepped in knee-deep, and not content wit

th my foot. I stepped in knee-deep, and not content with that, I laid my garments on the willows and went in. While I spor

as not more swift than I, but he was stronger, and gained upon me, as my strength failed. At last, exhausted, I cried for

hears the wolf growling outside the fold. A cold sweat came over me, my hair flowed down in streams; where my foot stood

old. A cold sweat came over me, my hair flowed down in streams; where my foot stood there was a pool. In short, in less ti

ried downward by it, and afterwards reproduced at its emerging: — “O my beloved, how divinely sweet Is the pure joy when

The power of herbs I know as well as any one, for it is to them I owe my change of form. I love Scylla. I am ashamed to te

ions, or potent herbs, if they are more prevailing, not to cure me of my love, — for that I do not wish, — but to make her

not enough Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt, And buoyant round my limbs. At first I dwelt Whole days and days in sh

spreaded feathers to the morrow chill, I tried in fear the pinions of my will. ’Twas freedom! and at once I visited The ce

midly said, “Ye gods, who can do all things, give me, I pray you, for my wife” — he dared not say “my ivory virgin,” but s

do all things, give me, I pray you, for my wife” — he dared not say “ my ivory virgin,” but said instead — “one like my iv

e” — he dared not say “my ivory virgin,” but said instead — “one like my ivory virgin.” Venus, who was present at the fest

motion     Seemed through the statue form to dart. “And then, in all my ardor sharing,     The silent form expression fou

all my ardor sharing,     The silent form expression found; Returned my kiss of youthful daring,     And understood my he

ession found; Returned my kiss of youthful daring,     And understood my heart’s quick sound. Then lived for me the bright

song was rife; The trees, the roses shared sensation,     An echo of my boundless life.” S. G. B. Dryope. Dryope

deserve not this fate. I have injured no one. If I speak falsely, may my foliage perish with drought and my trunk be cut d

ed no one. If I speak falsely, may my foliage perish with drought and my trunk be cut down and burned. Take this infant an

fant and give it to a nurse. Let it often be brought and nursed under my branches, and play in my shade; and when he is ol

se. Let it often be brought and nursed under my branches, and play in my shade; and when he is old enough to talk, let him

y love for me, let not the axe wound me, nor the flocks bite and tear my branches. Since I cannot stoop to you, climb up h

. Since I cannot stoop to you, climb up hither and kiss me; and while my lips continue to feel, lift up my child that I ma

mb up hither and kiss me; and while my lips continue to feel, lift up my child that I may kiss him. I can speak no more, f

I may kiss him. I can speak no more, for already the bark advances up my neck, and will soon shoot over me. You need not c

advances up my neck, and will soon shoot over me. You need not close my eyes, the bark will close them without your aid.”

rageous is not safe. Beware how you expose yourself to danger and put my happiness to risk. Attack not the beasts that Nat

s, she said, “Yet theirs shall be but a partial triumph; memorials of my grief shall endure, and the spectacle of your dea

memorials of my grief shall endure, and the spectacle of your death, my Adonis, and of my lamentations shall be annually

rief shall endure, and the spectacle of your death, my Adonis, and of my lamentations shall be annually renewed. Your bloo

alt live with me in memory and in song. My lyre shall celebrate thee, my song shall tell thy fate, and thou shalt become a

ng shall tell thy fate, and thou shalt become a flower inscribed with my regrets.” While Apollo spoke, behold the blood wh

ot only the real evils which you must encounter, but those also which my fears suggest.” These words weighed heavily on th

s he could, and finished with these words: “I promise, by the rays of my father the Day-star, that if fate permits I will

ther to be offering funeral rites. So, calling Iris, she said, “Iris, my faithful messenger, go to the drowsy dwelling of

you recognize your Ceyx, unhappy wife, or has death too much changed my visage? Behold me, know me, your husband’s shade,

ed me nothing. I am dead. No more deceive yourself with vain hopes of my return. The stormy winds sunk my ship in the Ægea

deceive yourself with vain hopes of my return. The stormy winds sunk my ship in the Ægean Sea, waves filled my mouth whil

return. The stormy winds sunk my ship in the Ægean Sea, waves filled my mouth while it called aloud on you. No uncertain

ngs it to your ears. I come in person, a shipwrecked man, to tell you my fate. Arise! give me tears, give me lamentations,

ked and dead. I have seen him, I have recognized him. I stretched out my hands to seize him and detain him. His shade vani

him and detain him. His shade vanished, but it was the true shade of my husband. Not with the accustomed features, not wi

she looked to find the mark of his footsteps. “This it was, this that my presaging mind foreboded, when I implored him not

, if one tomb may not include us, one epitaph shall; if I may not lay my ashes with thine, my name, at least, shall not be

include us, one epitaph shall; if I may not lay my ashes with thine, my name, at least, shall not be separated.” Her grie

d. She entered the garden and admired the fruit. “It does you credit, my dear,” she said, and kissed her, not exactly with

you have any idea of, — dismiss all the rest and accept Vertumnus, on my recommendation. I know him as well as he knows hi

but only yourself. Take pity on him, and fancy him speaking now with my mouth. Remember that the gods punish cruelty, and

rds: ‘Anaxarete, you have conquered, and shall no longer have to bear my importunities. Enjoy your triumph! Sing songs of

ou left me but with life. Nor will I leave it to rumor to tell you of my death. I will come myself, and you shall see me d

the spectacle. Yet, O ye gods, who look down on mortal woes, observe my fate! I ask but this: let me be remembered in com

but this: let me be remembered in coming ages, and add those years to my fame which you have reft from my life.’ Thus he s

coming ages, and add those years to my fame which you have reft from my life.’ Thus he said, and, turning his pale face a

at Salamis, in the exact form of the lady. Now think of these things, my dear, and lay aside your scorn and your delays, a

l locks with indignation, she exclaimed, “Am I then to be eclipsed in my honors by a mortal girl? In vain then did that ro

udgment was approved by Jove himself, give me the palm of beauty over my illustrious rivals, Pallas and Juno. But she shal

lustrious rivals, Pallas and Juno. But she shall not so quietly usurp my honors. I will give her cause to repent of so unl

and her parents abandoned themselves to grief. But Psyche said, “Why, my dear parents, do you now lament me? You should ra

t I am a victim to that name. I submit. Lead me to that rock to which my unhappy fate has destined me.” Accordingly, all t

. “Why should you wish to behold me?” he said; “have you any doubt of my love? have you any wish ungratified? If you saw m

and she returned their caresses. “Come,” said Psyche, “enter with me my house and refresh yourselves with whatever your s

ight for an instant and said, “O foolish Psyche, is it thus you repay my love? After having disobeyed my mother’s commands

foolish Psyche, is it thus you repay my love? After having disobeyed my mother’s commands and made you my wife, will you

pay my love? After having disobeyed my mother’s commands and made you my wife, will you think me a monster and cut off my

ommands and made you my wife, will you think me a monster and cut off my head? But go; return to your sisters, whose advic

s brow a magnificent temple, she sighed and said to herself, “Perhaps my love, my lord, inhabits there,” and directed her

magnificent temple, she sighed and said to herself, “Perhaps my love, my lord, inhabits there,” and directed her steps thi

, the carrier of this divine beauty, not take the least bit to put on my cheeks to appear to more advantage in the eyes of

st bit to put on my cheeks to appear to more advantage in the eyes of my beloved husband!” So she carefully opened the box

he same curiosity. But now perform exactly the task imposed on you by my mother, and I will take care of the rest.” Then C

h a force as you need.” “I rejoice to see it,” replied Cephalus, “and my wonder has been raised, I confess, to find such a

or what ought I to have had, except to hate life and wish to be with my dead subjects? On all sides lay my people strewn

t to hate life and wish to be with my dead subjects? On all sides lay my people strewn like over-ripened apples beneath th

ouths, perished alike unlamented. “Standing before the altar I raised my eyes to heaven. ‘O Jupiter,’ I said, ‘if thou art

I raised my eyes to heaven. ‘O Jupiter,’ I said, ‘if thou art indeed my father, and art not ashamed of thy offspring, giv

indeed my father, and art not ashamed of thy offspring, give me back my people, or take me also away!’ At these words a c

aid, ‘Give me, O father, citizens as numerous as these, and replenish my empty city.’ The tree shook and gave a rustling s

t I hoped, yet I did hope. Night came on and sleep took possession of my frame oppressed with cares. The tree stood before

session of my frame oppressed with cares. The tree stood before me in my dreams, with its numerous branches all covered wi

black color, and finally to assume the human form. Then I awoke, and my first impulse was to chide the gods who had robbe

sion and given me no reality in its place. Being still in the temple, my attention was caught by the sound of many voices

aught by the sound of many voices without; a sound of late unusual to my ears. While I began to think I was yet dreaming,

usual to my ears. While I began to think I was yet dreaming, Telamon, my son, throwing open the temple gates, exclaimed: ‘

hopes!’ I went forth; I saw a multitude of men, such as I had seen in my dream, and they were passing in procession in the

delight they approached and kneeling hailed me as their king. I paid my vows to Jove, and proceeded to allot the vacant c

hat Minos is our enemy; but I rejoice at any cause that brings him to my sight. Perhaps he would be willing to grant us pe

nd tell him that we yield ourselves to his mercy. But then, to betray my father! No! rather would I never see Minos again.

knowing him, one might. I will, I will surrender myself to him, with my country as a dowry, and so put an end to the war.

ry, and so put an end to the war. But how? The gates are guarded, and my father keeps the keys; he only stands in my way.

he gates are guarded, and my father keeps the keys; he only stands in my way. O that it might please the gods to take him

ther woman dare more than I? I would encounter fire and sword to gain my object; but here there is no need of fire and swo

n my object; but here there is no need of fire and sword. I only need my father’s purple lock. More precious than gold to

ddressed him: “I am Scylla, the daughter of Nisus. I surrender to you my country and my father’s house. I ask no reward bu

I am Scylla, the daughter of Nisus. I surrender to you my country and my father’s house. I ask no reward but yourself; for

of you I have done it. See here the purple lock! With this I give you my father and his kingdom.” She held out her hand wi

r time! May neither earth nor sea yield thee a resting-place! Surely, my Crete, where Jove himself was cradled, shall not

th the supposed spirit: “Why, beautiful being, do you shun me? Surely my face is not one to repel you. The nymphs love me,

, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I stretch forth my arms you do the same; and you smile upon me and a

retch forth my arms you do the same; and you smile upon me and answer my beckonings with the like.” His tears fell into th

sus’ fate.” The other is by Cowper: — “On an ugly Fellow.” “Beware, my friend, of crystal brook Or fountain, lest that h

have had much experience,” said she, “and I hope you will not despise my counsel. Challenge your fellow-mortals as you wil

“Keep your counsel,” said she, “for your daughters or handmaids; for my part I know what I say, and I stand to it. I am n

r was Tantalus, who was received as a guest at the table of the gods; my mother was a goddess. My husband built and rules

goddess. My husband built and rules this city, Thebes, and Phrygia is my paternal inheritance. Wherever I turn my eyes I s

city, Thebes, and Phrygia is my paternal inheritance. Wherever I turn my eyes I survey the elements of my power; nor is my

aternal inheritance. Wherever I turn my eyes I survey the elements of my power; nor is my form and presence unworthy of a

ce. Wherever I turn my eyes I survey the elements of my power; nor is my form and presence unworthy of a goddess. To all t

nd look for sons-in-law and daughters-in-law of pretensions worthy of my alliance. Have I not cause for pride? Will you pr

and fortunate I shall remain! Will any one deny this? My abundance is my security. I feel myself too strong for Fortune to

ke from me much; I shall still have much left. Were I to lose some of my children, I should hardly be left as poor as Lato

in now to doubt whether I am indeed a goddess. I shall be deprived of my worship altogether unless you protect me.” She wa

d arms to heaven, “Cruel Latona,” said she, “feed full your rage with my anguish! Satiate your hard heart, while I follow

with my anguish! Satiate your hard heart, while I follow to the grave my seven sons. Yet where is your triumph? Bereaved a

where is your triumph? Bereaved as I am, I am still richer than you, my conqueror.” Scarce had she spoken, when the bow s

ome as a guest. If you honor illustrious descent, I claim Jupiter for my father; if mighty deeds, I plead the conquest of

Perseus, finding the giant too strong for him, said, “Since you value my friendship so little, deign to accept a present;”

; this hour is all we have for rescue. My rank as the son of Jove and my renown as the slayer of the Gorgon might make me

s rendered, if the gods will only be propitious. If she be rescued by my valor, I demand that she be my reward.” The paren

ly be propitious. If she be rescued by my valor, I demand that she be my reward.” The parents consent (how could they hesi

emed inevitable, when a sudden thought struck Perseus, — “I will make my enemy defend me.” Then with a loud voice he excla

his head away he begged for mercy. “Take all,” said he, “give me but my life.” “Base coward,” said Perseus, “thus much I

t you; no weapon shall touch you; moreover, you shall be preserved in my house as a memorial of these events.” So saying,

pyreal air (Thy tempering;) with like safety guided down Return me to my native element; Lest from this flying steed unrei

y spouse, would that your arts, whose power I have seen so mighty for my aid, could do me one further service, take some y

hty for my aid, could do me one further service, take some years from my life and add them to my father’s.” Medea replied,

me one further service, take some years from my life and add them to my father’s.” Medea replied, “Not at such a cost sha

ather’s.” Medea replied, “Not at such a cost shall it be done, but if my art avails me, his life shall be lengthened witho

to what deed am I borne along? Brothers forgive a mother’s weakness! my hand fails me. He deserves death, but not that I

t shall he then live, and triumph, and reign over Calydon, while you, my brothers, wander unavenged among the shades? No!

y brothers, wander unavenged among the shades? No! thou hast lived by my gift; die, now, for thine own crime. Return the l

l countenance thus addressed them: “I am pleased to see your concern, my princes, and am gratified to perceive that I am t

gratified to perceive that I am the ruler of a loyal people, and that my son enjoys your favor. For although your interest

nest into the air. When all was prepared for flight he said, “Icarus, my son, I charge you to keep at a moderate height, f

celebrate.” The prisoner, unterrified, responded, “My name is Acetes; my country is Mæonia; my parents were poor people, w

er, unterrified, responded, “My name is Acetes; my country is Mæonia; my parents were poor people, who had no fields or fl

of remaining in one place, I learned the pilot’s art and how to guide my course by the stars. It happened as I was sailing

or fresh water, and myself mounted the hill to observe the wind; when my men returned bringing with them a prize, as they

s something in them which I felt sure was more than mortal. I said to my men, ‘What god there is concealed in that form I

have done you, and give success to our undertakings.’ Dictys, one of my best hands for climbing the mast and coming down

ds for climbing the mast and coming down by the ropes, and Melanthus, my steersman, and Epopeus, the leader of the sailor’

; tell us where you wish to go and we will take you there.’ ‘Naxos is my home,’ said Bacchus; ‘take me there and you shall

e are not the shores you promised to take me to; yonder island is not my home. What have I done that you should treat me s

r not; were it the goddess herself it should come down if it stood in my way.” So saying, he lifted the axe and the oak se

bowels of Erisichthon. Let not abundance subdue her, nor the power of my gifts drive her away. Be not alarmed at the dista

at the distance,” (for Famine dwells very far from Ceres,) “but take my chariot. The dragons are fleet and obey the rein,

lf. She replied, “Pardon me, stranger, but I have been so intent upon my line that I have seen nothing else; but I wish I

breathes, Her hand soft touching, whispered thus: ‘Awake! My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, Heaven’s last, best gi

hand soft touching, whispered thus: ‘Awake! My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever-n

! My fairest, my espoused, my latest found, Heaven’s last, best gift, my ever-new delight.’” Dr. Young, the poet of the

er? Sometimes I become a serpent, and sometimes a bull, with horns on my head. Or I should say I once could do so; but now

o relate mine, comforting myself with the thought of the greatness of my conqueror, for it was Hercules. Perhaps you have

but belong to the country, a part of your realm. Let it not stand in my way that royal Juno owes me no enmity nor punishe

with difficulty restrained his rage. ‘My hand will answer better than my tongue,’ said he. ‘I yield to you the victory in

my tongue,’ said he. ‘I yield to you the victory in words, but trust my cause to the strife of deeds.’ With that he advan

s me, and I was ashamed, after what I had said, to yield. I threw off my green vesture and presented myself for the strugg

resented myself for the struggle. He tried to throw me, now attacking my head, now my body. My bulk was my protection, and

lf for the struggle. He tried to throw me, now attacking my head, now my body. My bulk was my protection, and he assailed

He tried to throw me, now attacking my head, now my body. My bulk was my protection, and he assailed me in vain. For a tim

d, foot to foot, I bending over him, clinching his hand in mine, with my forehead almost touching his. Thrice Hercules tri

fourth time he succeeded, brought me to the ground, and himself upon my back. I tell you the truth, it was as if a mounta

e truth, it was as if a mountain had fallen on me. I struggled to get my arms at liberty, panting and reeking with perspir

eeking with perspiration. He gave me no chance to recover, but seized my throat. My knees were on the earth and my mouth i

ance to recover, but seized my throat. My knees were on the earth and my mouth in the dust. “Finding that I was no match f

resorted to others and glided away in the form of a serpent. I curled my body in a coil and hissed at him with my forked t

form of a serpent. I curled my body in a coil and hissed at him with my forked tongue. He smiled scornfully at this, and

tongue. He smiled scornfully at this, and said, ‘It was the labor of my infancy to conquer snakes.’ So saying he clasped

was the labor of my infancy to conquer snakes.’ So saying he clasped my neck with his hands. I was almost choked, and str

ped my neck with his hands. I was almost choked, and struggled to get my neck out of his grasp. Vanquished in this form, I

what alone remained to me and assumed the form of a bull. He grasped my neck with his arm, and dragging my head down to t

med the form of a bull. He grasped my neck with his arm, and dragging my head down to the ground, overthrew me on the sand

overthrew me on the sand. Nor was this enough. His ruthless hand rent my horn from my head. The Naiades took it, consecrat

on the sand. Nor was this enough. His ruthless hand rent my horn from my head. The Naiades took it, consecrated it, and fi

, consecrated it, and filled it with fragrant flowers. Plenty adopted my horn and made it her own, and called it ‘Cornucop

of Alcestis in his Sonnet “on his deceased wife”: — “Methought I saw my late espoused saint     Brought to me like Alcest

m from his sufferings: — “Alas! I only wished I might have died With my poor father; wherefore should I ask For longer li

him; E’en what was most unlovely grew beloved When he was with me. O my dearest father, Beneath the earth now in deep dar

O deities of the under world, to whom all we who live must come, hear my words, for they are true. I come not to spy out t

y are true. I come not to spy out the secrets of Tartarus, nor to try my strength against the three-headed dog with snaky

ee-headed dog with snaky hair who guards the entrance. I come to seek my wife, whose opening years the poisonous viper’s f

ood at the river side and thus addressed her: “O mother, the pride of my life is taken from me! I have lost my precious be

ed her: “O mother, the pride of my life is taken from me! I have lost my precious bees. My care and skill have availed me

my precious bees. My care and skill have availed me nothing, and you my mother have not warded off from me the blow of mi

ge and knows all things, past, present, and to come. He can tell you, my son, the cause of the mortality among your bees,

the youth in angry accents: “Who are you, bold youth, who thus invade my abode, and what do you want of me?” Aristæus repl

. I am led hither by divine assistance, to know from you the cause of my misfortune and how to remedy it.” At these words

ze, how will the enjoyment of it be increased by the consciousness of my wide-spread fame!” He went, won the prize, and em

er,” he exclaimed, “dismiss your fears! Soon shall you forget them in my embrace. With what lavish offerings will we displ

otherwise, cast yourself into the sea.” “Will nothing satisfy you but my life?” said he. “Take my gold, and welcome. I wil

into the sea.” “Will nothing satisfy you but my life?” said he. “Take my gold, and welcome. I willingly buy my life at tha

ou but my life?” said he. “Take my gold, and welcome. I willingly buy my life at that price.” “No, no; we cannot spare you

me, then,” said he, “a last request, since nought will avail to save my life, that I may die, as I have lived, as becomes

I may die, as I have lived, as becomes a bard. When I shall have sung my death song, and my harp-strings shall have ceased

e lived, as becomes a bard. When I shall have sung my death song, and my harp-strings shall have ceased to vibrate, then I

vibrate, then I will bid farewell to life, and yield uncomplaining to my fate.” This prayer, like the others, would have b

ian, that moved their rude hearts. “Suffer me,” he added, “to arrange my dress. Apollo will not favor me unless I be clad

d, “to arrange my dress. Apollo will not favor me unless I be clad in my minstrel garb.” He clothed his well-proportioned

n into the deep blue sea. Addressing his lyre, he sang, “Companion of my voice, come with me to the realm of shades. Thoug

od, — ye happy souls, soon shall I join your band. Yet can ye relieve my grief? Alas, I leave my friend behind me. Thou, w

on shall I join your band. Yet can ye relieve my grief? Alas, I leave my friend behind me. Thou, who didst find thy Eurydi

d was soon clasped in the embrace of Periander. “I come back to thee, my friend,” he said. “The talent which a god bestowe

s been the delight of thousands, but false knaves have stripped me of my well-earned treasure; yet I retain the consciousn

l such wickedness triumph?” said he. “Then in vain is power lodged in my hands. That we may discover the criminals, you mu

hern clime. “Good luck to you, ye friendly squadrons,” he exclaimed, “ my companions from across the sea. I take your compa

d, unlamented, cut off by the hand of outlaws, and see none to avenge my cause.” Sore wounded, he sank to the earth, when

sank to the earth, when hoarse screamed the cranes overhead. “Take up my cause, ye cranes,” he said, “since no voice but y

p my cause, ye cranes,” he said, “since no voice but yours answers to my cry.” So saying he closed his eyes in death. The

opas bestowed but half the expected sum, saying, “Here is payment for my portion of thy performance; Castor and Pollux wil

society, so much did the Cyclops seek mine; and if you ask me whether my love for Acis or my hatred of Polyphemus was the

the Cyclops seek mine; and if you ask me whether my love for Acis or my hatred of Polyphemus was the stronger, I cannot t

ers echo the music of his song. I lay hid under a rock by the side of my beloved Acis, and listened to the distant strain.

listened to the distant strain. It was full of extravagant praises of my beauty, mingled with passionate reproaches of my

travagant praises of my beauty, mingled with passionate reproaches of my coldness and cruelty. “When he had finished he ro

the water. Acis turned and fled, crying, ‘Save me, Galatea, save me, my parents!’ The Cyclops pursued him, and tearing a

corner of it touched him, it overwhelmed him. “All that fate left in my power I did for Acis. I endowed him with the hono

 — “I was cut off from hope in that sad place,     Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears; My father held his hand

s; My father held his hand upon his face;               I, blinded by my tears, “Still strove to speak; my voice was thic

face;               I, blinded by my tears, “Still strove to speak; my voice was thick with sighs,     As in a dream. Di

temples and the people and the shore; One drew a sharp knife through my tender throat               Slowly, — and — nothi

    When of thy loss I thought, beloved wife! On thee too fondly did my memory hang,     And on the joys we shared in mor

away: Old frailties then recurred: but lofty thought In act imbodied my deliverance wrought.’                         * *

 —                    “Lord of earth and air! O king! O father! hear my humble prayer! Dispel this cloud, the light of he

Then Hector understood his doom and said, “Alas! it is plain this is my hour to die! I thought Deiphobus at hand, but Pal

at that part and Hector fell, death-wounded, and feebly said, “Spare my body! Let my parents ransom it, and let me receiv

and Hector fell, death-wounded, and feebly said, “Spare my body! Let my parents ransom it, and let me receive funeral rit

ave fallen. Yet one I had, one more than all the rest the strength of my age, whom, fighting for his country, thou hast sl

t learned enough of Grecian fraud to be on your guard against it? For my part, I fear the Greeks even when they offer gift

, addressing the sorceress in human language, thus: — “I sue not for my happy crown again; I sue not for my phalanx on th

language, thus: — “I sue not for my happy crown again; I sue not for my phalanx on the plain; I sue not for my lone, my w

ppy crown again; I sue not for my phalanx on the plain; I sue not for my lone, my widowed wife; I sue not for my ruddy dro

again; I sue not for my phalanx on the plain; I sue not for my lone, my widowed wife; I sue not for my ruddy drops of lif

x on the plain; I sue not for my lone, my widowed wife; I sue not for my ruddy drops of life, My children fair, my lovely

widowed wife; I sue not for my ruddy drops of life, My children fair, my lovely girls and boys; I will forget them; I will

merely given to the cold, bleak air. Have mercy, goddess! Circe, feel my prayer!” Scylla and Charybdis. Ulysses had

orth again in quest of new adventures.                        “Come, my friends, ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the

urdered with many arrows, from which a bush has grown, nourished with my blood.” These words recalled to the recollection

perished? and was I, alas! the cause? I call the gods to witness that my departure from you was reluctant, and in obedienc

t, and in obedience to the commands of Jove; nor could I believe that my absence would cost you so dear. Stop, I beseech y

aid he, “long expected, and do I behold you after such perils past? O my son, how have I trembled for you as I have watche

f Apollo I might have been immortal. He promised me the fulfilment of my wish, if I would consent to be his. I took a hand

said, ‘Grant me to see as many birthdays as there are sand grains in my hand.’ Unluckily I forgot to ask for enduring you

e would have granted, could I have accepted his love, but offended at my refusal, he allowed me to grow old. My youth and

inks up as years increase, and in time, I shall be lost to sight, but my voice will remain, and future ages will respect m

lost to sight, but my voice will remain, and future ages will respect my sayings.” These concluding words of the Sibyl all

ere. There are friends not far distant. Prepare your boats and row up my stream; I will lead you to Evander, the Arcadian

till fortune and resistless destiny brought me hither, an exile from my native land, Arcadia.” Having thus said, he showe

he crown to me, but I am too old to undertake such great affairs, and my son is native-born, which precludes him from the

ar to be hailed at once as their leader. With you I will join Pallas, my son, my only hope and comfort. Under you he shall

hailed at once as their leader. With you I will join Pallas, my son, my only hope and comfort. Under you he shall learn t

s, and to get intelligence from him. Now, I am strongly moved to make my way through the enemy’s camp and to go in search

rprise with me? and shall I let you go into such danger alone? Not so my brave father brought me up, nor so have I planned

for myself when I joined the standard of Æneas, and resolved to hold my life cheap in comparison with honor.” Nisus repli

life cheap in comparison with honor.” Nisus replied, “I doubt it not, my friend; but you know the uncertain event of such

his eyes to the moon, which now shone clear, he said, “Goddess! favor my effort!” and aiming his javelin at one of the lea

Menelaus. Lately being in the temple of Juno, at Argos, I recognized my shield hung up there among the trophies. All thin

ychosis, where he says to Shylock: — “Thou almost mak’st me waver in my faith, To hold opinion with Pythagoras, That soul

es, of which we give a literal translation below: — “And now I close my work, which not the ire Of Jove, nor tooth of tim

hich o’er the body, not the mind, has sway, And snatch the remnant of my life away, My better part above the stars shall s

mnant of my life away, My better part above the stars shall soar, And my renown endure forevermore. Where’er the Roman arm

ere’er the Roman arms and arts shall spread There by the people shall my book be read; And, if aught true in poet’s vision

nth century, written by himself: “When I was about five years of age, my father, happening to be in a little room in which

part of that element. Instantly perceiving what it was, he called for my sister and me, and after he had shown us the crea

in the fire is a salamander; such a one as never was beheld before to my knowledge.’ So saying he embraced me, and gave me

y name, for I know that thou art the god Thor. But what has become of my glove?” Thor then perceived that what they had ta

irds perched on this tree? I felt some moss from the branches fall on my head. How fares it with thee, Thor?” But Thor wen

e. But Skrymir sat up, and stroking his cheek said, “An acorn fell on my head. What! Art thou awake, Thor? Me thinks it is

in which we exercise none but children. It consists in merely lifting my cat from the ground; nor should I have dared to m

wrestle with thee; let somebody, however, call hither that old crone, my nurse Elli, and let Thor wrestle with her if he w

truth, now thou art out of the city, which so long as I live and have my way thou shalt never enter again. And, by my trot

long as I live and have my way thou shalt never enter again. And, by my troth, had I known beforehand that thou hadst so

to enter this time. Know then that I have all along deceived thee by my illusions; first in the forest, where I tied up t

blows with thy mallet; the first, though the least, would have ended my days had it fallen on me, but I slipped aside and

have made use of similar illusions in the contests you have had with my followers. In the first, Loki, like hunger itself

u in thy turn didst attempt to empty the horn, thou didst perform, by my troth, a deed so marvellous that had I not seen i

s and shadows: but, reflecting on human wisdom, I ingenuously confess my real opinion is, that ‌ mystery and allegory wer

ho delivered them down to us, nothing great and exalted, according to my opinion, could be expected from such an origin; b

adst in vain — thy destiny is fixed. Vestal. Mercy — oh! mercy; tho’ my sin be great, Life is so beautiful I cannot die;

    Vestal. The grave — a living grave — thou meanst it not — To ope my eyes in th’ ever during dark, To breathe a thick

during dark, To breathe a thick and frightful atmosphere, Drawn from my sighs and dampened with my tears!     Priest. The

thick and frightful atmosphere, Drawn from my sighs and dampened with my tears!     Priest. The Gods demand their victim!

t quit thee; Thou art a man with human sympathies; Madness will touch my brain; I cannot, will not yield. Grant me some ot

wrapt in clay, and yet not of it, To feel the earth crumbling around my brow, To scent its foul and noisome atmosphere, I

t of unimagined pains The powers who scheme slow agonies in hell; And my commission is to lead them here, Or what more sub

one, And nerve from nerve, working like fire within!     Pro. Pain is my element, as hate is thine; Ye rend me now; I care

Crawling like agony.     Pro. Why use me thus now, Yet am I king over my self’s rule, The torturing and conflicting throes

’er, O father of the Gods!’ she said, ‘My words could please thee, or my actions aid; Some marks of honour on my son besto

y words could please thee, or my actions aid; Some marks of honour on my son bestow, And pay in glory what in life you owe

I should esteem, And water, now I thirst, would nectar seem: Oh! let my little babes your pity move, And melt your hearts

e: They (as by chance they did) extend to you Their little hands, and my request pursue!’ Yet they the goddess’s request r

m the God: “Because thou canst not be My mistress, I espouse thee for my tree; Be thou the prize of honour and renown, The

still I stayed a little more, — Alas! she never comes again, I throw my flowers from the shore And watch in vain.” Hood.

nd as thy queen, command thee to conceal, Beneath his locks, the king my husband wears A goodly, royal pair of ass’s ears.

my husband wears A goodly, royal pair of ass’s ears. Now I have eased my bosom of the pain, Till the next longing fit retu

dol, and ne’er worshipped thee! It is too late, or thou shouldst have my knee; Too late now for the old Ephesian vows, And

ld moon, Behind those chesnut boughs Casting their dappled shadows at my feet; I will be grateful for that simple boon In

trees of Naxos,” he exclaimed, “I do not see the hills and valleys of my native land.” A speech like this, only drew forth

urveyed, And seemed to weep, and as he wept he said, ‘And do you thus my easy faith beguile? Thus, do you bear me to my na

said, ‘And do you thus my easy faith beguile? Thus, do you bear me to my native isle? Will such a multitude of men employ

on the instant slew himself in her stead. “Great father Bacchus, to my song repair, For clustering grapes are thy peculi

es, While the fermenting juice the vat o’erflows, Come steep with me, my god; come drench all o’er Thy limbs in wine, and

l craft were theirs.” Hesiod.          “Thou trusty pine! “Prop of my God-like steps, I lay thee by — Bring me a hundre

hee by — Bring me a hundred reeds of decent growth To make a pipe for my capacious mouth —” Gay. Insérer image anonyme_h

gave these gods A name and office! Is he not glorious?     Rivers. To my poor thought, there’s that within his glance So f

he image of the God frowns on your words — All glorious Mars! be thou my god and guide, Be thou the image to fill up my he

glorious Mars! be thou my god and guide, Be thou the image to fill up my heart, Be thou the spirit leading me to glory, An

e to fill up my heart, Be thou the spirit leading me to glory, And be my latest hour still cheered by thee, While round me

gs of the lyre which has so often cheered me: let the last moments of my life, be soothed by its gentle influence.” The bo

l of fate! Or rather, as Arion harped, indeed, Would I go floating on my billow-steed, Over the billows, and triumphing th

d at the sight, aghast I stood, And a cold fear ran shivering through my blood.” While here he saw the ghosts of all thos

lasts arise, Toss it on high, and whirl it to the skies.     I turned my eye, and, as I turned, surveyed A mournful vision

rains the power,     The rugged rocks to charm; Breathe, breathe into my lyre’s soft string, And bid its music sweet notes

ing this new music, ‘Thou’ he said, ‘Who cans’t not be the partner of my bed, At least shall be the consort of my mind, An

cans’t not be the partner of my bed, At least shall be the consort of my mind, And often, often to my lips be joined.’ He

my bed, At least shall be the consort of my mind, And often, often to my lips be joined.’ He formed the reeds, proportione

fe telling! Softly mingled notes, of one life telling.     “Echo! in my heart     Thus deep thoughts are lying, Silent an

    Where the loud waves are dumb,                      Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rush

e as silent as ever old Tmolus was,                      Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneus was flowing,     And

owing     The light of the dying day,                      Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns

lent with love, as you now, Apollo,                      With envy of my sweet pipings. “I sang of the dancing stars,     

love, and death, and birth, —                      And then I changed my pipings. ‌Singing how down the vale of Menalus,

age had not frozen your blood,                      At the sorrow of my sweet pipings.” Fauns, Sylvans, and Satyrs.

glade, To pursue the Sylvan maid, Pass propitious now, I pray, Where my tender lambkins stray: Let each field and mountai

hallowed ground, Make the incense breathe around, Hear O Faunus, hear my prayer, My lands to bless, my flocks to spare. Wh

nse breathe around, Hear O Faunus, hear my prayer, My lands to bless, my flocks to spare. When December’s nones return Lab

ld. “‘Give me,’ says he, (nor thought he asked too much,) ‘That with my body whatsoe’er I touch, Changed from the nature

that came like a death Which I feared, and yet fled not, for want of my breath, There was thought in her face, and her ey

—————— “I felt with a start, The life blood rush back in one throb to my heart, And saw the pale lips where the rest of th

How fain had I followed, and plunged with that scream Into death, but my being indignantly lagged Thro’ the brutalized fle

ful might, He came, with his face of bold wonder, to feel The hair of my side and to lift up my heel, And questioned his f

h his face of bold wonder, to feel The hair of my side and to lift up my heel, And questioned his face with wide eyes, but

iendship of men In past sorrow, no kindness, e’er came like a kiss On my heart in its desolate day, such as this ‌And I y

rt in its desolate day, such as this ‌And I yearned at his cheeks in my love, and down bent And lifted him up in my arms

yearned at his cheeks in my love, and down bent And lifted him up in my arms with intent To kiss him — but he cruel — kin

rms with intent To kiss him — but he cruel — kindly alas! Held out to my lips a plucked handful of grass! Then I dropped h

him in horror, but felt as I fled, The stone he indignantly hurled at my head, That dissevered my ear, but I felt not, who

s I fled, The stone he indignantly hurled at my head, That dissevered my ear, but I felt not, whose fate, Was to meet more

sguise, Vertumnus recommended himself and his virtues to Pomona. “On my assurance well you may repose, Vertumnus scarce V

me long, I come o’er the mountains with light and song! Ye may trace my step o’er the wakening earth, By the winds which

s, Are veiled with wreaths on Italian plains: But it is not for me in my hour of bloom, To speak of the ruin or the tomb.

e fence has a fringe of softer green, And the moss looks bright where my foot hath been. I have sent thro’ the wood-paths

r light stems thrill to the wild wood strains. And youth is abroad in my green domains. But ye! ye are changed since ye m

cation     Spells to touch thy stony heart? Then, sullen Winter, hear my prayer, And gently rule the ruined year; Nor chil

of Night.                         “I come to thee, O Earth! With all my gifts; for every flower, sweet dew In bell, and u

                The hyacinth’s meek head.                         On my own heart I lay The weary babe; and sealing with

es thrill with low mysterious moans,                         Borne on my sweeping wings.                         I waft t

trumpets through the gloom.                         I come with all my train; Who calls me lonely? Hosts around me tread

brain.                         Looks from departed eyes — These are my lightnings! fill’d with anguish vain, Or tenderne

nowledge to frail man denied? Call’st thou me reckless, when I place my hand     Upon the earliest buddings of the spring

, or knew them, Hymen’s call was welcome to them.         ‘Who’ll buy my love-knots?         Who’ll buy my love knots?’ So

elcome to them.         ‘Who’ll buy my love-knots?         Who’ll buy my love knots?’ Soon as that sweet cry resounded, Ho

watch him Passing by, but ne’er could catch him,         ‘Who’ll buy my love-knots?         Who’ll buy my love-knots?’ Al

ould catch him,         ‘Who’ll buy my love-knots?         Who’ll buy my love-knots?’ All at that sweet cry assembled; Som

trust ‘em,’ (These, of course, found ready custom,)         ‘Come buy my love-knots,         Come buy my love-knots! Some

ound ready custom,)         ‘Come buy my love-knots,         Come buy my love-knots! Some are labelled-knots to tie men, L

ing sadly, This gold-knot, too, ties but badly’ —         ‘Who’ll buy my love-knots,         Who’ll buy my love-knots!’ Ev

es but badly’ —         ‘Who’ll buy my love-knots,         Who’ll buy my love-knots!’ Even this tie, with Love’s name roun

r soon his bride, She wept a flood of tears, and thus replied. ‘I see my error, yet to ruin move, Nor owe my fate to ignor

f tears, and thus replied. ‘I see my error, yet to ruin move, Nor owe my fate to ignorance, but love: Your life I’ll guard

vironed by so many swords; ‘From whence This barbarous usage? what is my offence? What fatal fury, what infernal charm, ‘G

e those of Eurystheus.‌ Hercules. “Hast thou beheld the carnage of my sons? Theseus. I heard, I saw the ills thou show

y not? Can mortal man pollute the Gods? Hercules. Fly, thou unhappy, my polluting guilt! Theseus. Friends, from their fr

from their friends, no stain of guilt contract. Hercules. This hath my thanks, indeed, I thought thee good. Theseus. An

good deed, now I pity thee! Hercules. I want thy pity, I have slain my sons. Theseus. Thee, for thy grace, in other ill

ill not suffer thee to die thus rashly. Hercules. Now hear me whilst my arguments refute All thy monitions. Whilst I yet

serpents came, Sent by Juno to destroy me, rolled their spires Within my cradle. When my age advanced To youth’s fresh blo

ent by Juno to destroy me, rolled their spires Within my cradle. When my age advanced To youth’s fresh bloom, why should I

Eurystheus. This last bloody deed, (Wretch that I am!) the murder of my sons Have I achieved, to crown my house with ills

, (Wretch that I am!) the murder of my sons Have I achieved, to crown my house with ills. I am reduced to this unhappiness

ed, to crown my house with ills. I am reduced to this unhappiness, At my loved Thebes I cannot dwell, for here What temple

y loved Thebes I cannot dwell, for here What temple, what assembly of my friends Can I approach? Pollutions rank as mine,

nk as mine, Allow no converse. Should I go to Argos? How, since I fly my country, should I seek Refuge in other states, ma

f Jove, who slew his sons and wife? Then bid me thence with curses on my head. ‌And to the man, whose former days were pa

vers flow. Thus like Ixions, on the whirling wheel In chains, will be my stake: and this were best, That never Grecian mig

n is thy trust in flight, be timely wise; Thou monster double shaped, my right set free, If thou no reverence owe my fame

ou monster double shaped, my right set free, If thou no reverence owe my fame and me, Yet kindred should thy lawless lust

t, he cries, ‘Glut thy revenge, dread empress of the skies; Sate with my death the rancour of thy heart, Look down with pl

my death the rancour of thy heart, Look down with pleasure and enjoy my smart; Or, if e’er pity moved a hostile breast Fo

ed to trouble, and to labours born. Death is the gift most welcome to my woe, And such a gift a stepdame may bestow. Was i

not our mighty toils in Elis told? Did not Stymphalian lakes proclaim my fame? And fair Parthenian woods resound my name?

Stymphalian lakes proclaim my fame? And fair Parthenian woods resound my name? Who seized the golden belt of Thermodon? An

who the dragon-guarded apples won? Could the fair Centaur’s strength my force withstand? Or the fell boar that spoiled th

arms, nor darts can stop their raging course, Devouring flame through my racked entrails strays, And on my lungs and shriv

ing course, Devouring flame through my racked entrails strays, And on my lungs and shrivelled muscles preys.’” Ovid. As,

, mine thou wilt admire: Or if the glory of a race can move, Not mean my glory, for I spring from Jove.” Ovid. He went t

, Got in a kindly shower of fruitful gold, Medusa’s snaky head is now my prey, And through the clouds I boldly wing my way

usa’s snaky head is now my prey, And through the clouds I boldly wing my way. ‌If such desert be worthy of esteem, And, i

then be thought, A bride, so lovely, was too cheaply bought? For her, my arms, I willingly employ, If I may beauties, whic

nster of the sea, That, ready with his jaws wide gaping stood, To eat my child, the fairest of my blood. You lost her then

eady with his jaws wide gaping stood, To eat my child, the fairest of my blood. You lost her then when she seemed past rel

past relief, And wish’d, perhaps, her death, to ease your grief With my afflictions; not content to view Andromeda in cha

By service gained, by promised faith possessed; To him I owe it, that my age is blest Still with a child: nor think that I

ed not with thee out of hate or strife, My honest cause was to defend my wife, First pledged to me; what crime could I sup

efend my wife, First pledged to me; what crime could I suppose To arm my friends, and vindicate my spouse? ’Twas thine to

ed to me; what crime could I suppose To arm my friends, and vindicate my spouse? ’Twas thine to conquer by Minerva’s power

rcy I implore, For life I sue, the rest to thee I yield: In pity from my sight remove the shield!’     Phineus turned to s

at that duty, were in pleasing me;     Hip. To please you, lady, were my highest wish, To gain your love, my highest privi

   Hip. To please you, lady, were my highest wish, To gain your love, my highest privilege.     Phæ. To gain my love?     

ghest wish, To gain your love, my highest privilege.     Phæ. To gain my love?     Hip. Aye, madam!     Phæ. Hippolytus! t

, — as a mother. Phæ. aside — (How coldly doth he speak, while thro’ my veins The hot blood bounds in fierce convulsive s

lsive starts.) Not as a mother do I love thee, But — as a woman — now my breast is free Of the stern secret which so long

ee Of the stern secret which so long hath burned And given a fever to my very looks.     Hip. Madam! I do not understand y

I saw, I loved thee; That from the very moment that thy voice Rang in my ears, it entered in my heart, That from the hour

at from the very moment that thy voice Rang in my ears, it entered in my heart, That from the hour I was Theseus’ wife, Ev

art, That from the hour I was Theseus’ wife, Even at the altar, where my plight was vowed, My thoughts were all of thee. S

ainst it: And night by night, when visions and when dreams Pressed on my brain in many a confused shape, All bearing one i

ippolytus, and art thou Phædra?     Phæ. I am thy Phædra! Theseus has my hand, But thou, Hippolytus, thou hast my heart.  

I am thy Phædra! Theseus has my hand, But thou, Hippolytus, thou hast my heart.     Hip. Theseus — my father — ‌    Phæ.

my hand, But thou, Hippolytus, thou hast my heart.     Hip. Theseus —  my father — ‌    Phæ. Thy father and my husband, wh

st my heart.     Hip. Theseus — my father — ‌    Phæ. Thy father and my husband, what of that? Love knows no ties save th

those he makes himself, Speak to me — Say that I yet may hope to lay my head On that dear bosom, say thou wilt not spurn

thee. Say, or, but look, a clear return of love, And I will fall upon my knees adoring thee!     Hip. Madam, I would not,

n my knees adoring thee!     Hip. Madam, I would not, could not wrong my father; And thou, how canst thou meet his face? S

d thou above thy compeers raised afar, In that thy name is mated with my father’s, Shouldst pray the gods to scourge this

f I did proclaim to him thy guilt? What if I said — father! thy wife, my mother, Hath offered me the love due but to thee,

ad it?     Hip. No; the innocent have nought to fear;     The. Now by my crown, this is most base effrontery, But ’tis in

Theseus’ name hath never sounded; Fly, traitor! brave no longer here, my hate! Within a court that I shall hold with dread

ourt that I shall hold with dread, ‌For ever will the curse cling to my name, And endless infamy my memory, That, having

dread, ‌For ever will the curse cling to my name, And endless infamy my memory, That, having given birth to one so shamel

me with a father’s curse, And I must vindicate myself or die? Phædra, my mother, and thy wife, avowed In accents shameless

nts shameless as the wish she breathed, A most incestuous passion for my person: With fierce disdain I spurned her offered

ou think that thou canst thus deceive me? Away, away, no more pollute my court; Wert thou not called my son, thy time were

eceive me? Away, away, no more pollute my court; Wert thou not called my son, thy time were short.’” Racine. Banished th

thee possest? What frenzy, Orpheus, seized upon thy breast? Once more my eyes are seized with endless sleep, And now farew

ous cells surrounded all with night. No longer thine: in vain to stop my flight I stretch my arms, in vain thou stretchest

all with night. No longer thine: in vain to stop my flight I stretch my arms, in vain thou stretchest thine, In vain thou

hou golden sun, I go Far from thy light to dwell: Thou shalt not find my place below, Dim is that world — bright sun of Gr

mer glows O’er the dark wave I haste from them and thee.     Yet doth my spirit faint to part,     I mourn thee not, O sun

to part,     I mourn thee not, O sun!     Joy, solemn joy, o’erflows my heart, Sing me triumphant songs! my crown is won.

!     Joy, solemn joy, o’erflows my heart, Sing me triumphant songs! my crown is won.     Let not a voice of weeping rise

augh, as to grace a conqueror’s closing hour!     For thee, for thee, my bosom’s lord!     Thee, my soul’s loved! I die;  

or’s closing hour!     For thee, for thee, my bosom’s lord!     Thee, my soul’s loved! I die;     Thine is the torch of li

ove is now!     Its glory and its might —     Are they not written on my brow? And will that image ever quit thy sight?   

thy sight?     No! deathless in thy faithful breast,     There shall my memory keep     Its own bright altar place of res

all my memory keep     Its own bright altar place of rest, While o’er my grave the cypress branches weep.     Oh, the glad

and free;     And rich notes fill the scented air, And all are gifts, my love’s last gifts to thee!     Take me to thy war

ts to thee!     Take me to thy warm heart once more!     Night falls, my pulse beats low;     Seek not to quicken, to rest

    Keen is the strife of love and death; Faint and yet frantic grows my bosom’s thrill.     Yet swells the tide of raptur

ine eye!     Sing Pæans! sing a Conqueror’s song! For thee, for thee, my spirit’s lord, I die!’” Hemans. Amphion and

idiously he feigned Terms of submission: I consented to them: Quitted my grasp, when treacherously a blow, Such as thou se

erously a blow, Such as thou sees’t here, he aimed at me, And pierced my clothes. The weapon grazed my flesh The wound is

ees’t here, he aimed at me, And pierced my clothes. The weapon grazed my flesh The wound is slight, but boundless was my r

es. The weapon grazed my flesh The wound is slight, but boundless was my rage. Blind with revenge I snatched the dagger fr

husband of his own mother. Œdipus. “‘Why speak you not according to my charge? Bring forth the rack, since mildness cann

be hours, days, years undying, Here, bind his hands, he dallies with my fury, But I shall find a way — Phor.            

bound and gashed, his skin flead off And burned alive. Phor. O spare my age. Œd. Who gave that infant to thee? Phor. O

ld me It was her son by Laius. Œd. O you gods — break, break not yet my heart, Though my eyes burst, no matter, wilt thou

son by Laius. Œd. O you gods — break, break not yet my heart, Though my eyes burst, no matter, wilt thou tell me, Or must

gods! ’tis wondrous well! Dagger and poison — O there is no need For my dispatch; and you, ye merciless powers, Hoard up

athes again, And vigorous nature breaks through opposition. How fares my royal friend? Œd. The worse for you. O barbarous

he hated light, What did you force me back to curse the day, To curse my friends, to blast with this dark breath The yet u

n up like flax, all blazing fire. Stand from this spot, I wish you as my friends, And come not near me, lest the gaping ea

he immortal gods have called — the ground on which we stand, shall be my grave!” Insérer image anonyme_heathen-mythology_1

ce, And on this field of death — And thou, whom I Should call no more my brother, do thou spare The blood of Thebes: thy h

ength thou art worthy of me. Cly. See with blood The dagger drops: —  my hands — my face — my garment, All, all are blood.

art worthy of me. Cly. See with blood The dagger drops: — my hands —  my face — my garment, All, all are blood. Ah! for a

of me. Cly. See with blood The dagger drops: — my hands — my face —  my garment, All, all are blood. Ah! for a deed like

like this What vengeance shall be wreaked? I see already, Already to my breast that very sword I see hurled back — and by

d! I freeze, I faint, I shudder, I dissolve with horror! My strength, my utterance fail me. Where am I, What have I done?

are not shades Surely! for yours throbs yet,                 And did my blood Win Troy for Greece?                 Ah! ’t

I will win back past kindness.                 Tell me then, Tell how my mother fares who loved me so, And grieved, as ‘tw

no. I could have answered that; why ask the Gods? Aga. Iphigenia! O my child! the Earth Has gendered crimes unheard of h

! I suffered less upon thy shores! (Aside) The bath that bubbled with my blood, the blows That spilt it (O worse torture)

s! I am here, Father! and where you are, will ever be. Aga. Thou art my child — yes, yes, thou art my child. All was not

e you are, will ever be. Aga. Thou art my child — yes, yes, thou art my child. All was not once what all now is! Come on,

d. All was not once what all now is! Come on, Idol of love and truth! my child! my child! (Alone) Fell woman! ever false!

not once what all now is! Come on, Idol of love and truth! my child! my child! (Alone) Fell woman! ever false! false was

ched, ’Tis worthy of the Gods, and lives for ever. Iphig. What spake my father to the Gods above? Unworthy am I then to j

am I then to join in prayer? If, on the last, or any day before, ‌Of my brief course on earth, I did amiss, Say it at onc

on earth, I did amiss, Say it at once, and let me be unblest; But, O my faultless father! why should you? And shun so my

e be unblest; But, O my faultless father! why should you? And shun so my embraces?                 Am I wild And wandering

? And shun so my embraces?                 Am I wild And wandering in my fondness?                 We are shades!! Groan n

, Altho’ I felt it all at your approach. Look on me; smile with me at my illusion — You are so like what you have ever bee

t I could not win you as I used to do. It was the first embrace since my descent I ever aimed at: those who love me live,

ves in all his race! Then shall I seek alone the flying crew, Or with my fleet their flying souls pursue? Rather with stee

cast, Repressed the ready tears and spoke her last; ‘Dear pledges of my love, while heaven so pleased, Receive a soul of

divides us, still divides in vain. Now, both our cruel parents, hear my prayer, My prayer to offer for us both I dare, O

ch other’s arms. ‘Away,’ he cried, ‘Away thou wanton nymph, and thou, my slave. Earth born and base, thou — thou whom I co

love, and loneliness, and fancy gone, And hopes decayed for ever: and my ear Caught well remembered names, ‘Leucadia’s roc

unds I hear! ‘Knowest thou not me? Ah! spare a mortal ear! Behold — ’ my swimming eyes entranced I raise, But oh! they sin

alled to her the god of love, and said, “I have a commission for you, my son. You must descend to earth, to the palace of

timid girls would have been: she said, “The gods command me to leave my parents, but the gods are good, they cannot inten

d their commands, I have pitied and helped the poor; and when I leave my dear father and mother, all my friends will be so

and helped the poor; and when I leave my dear father and mother, all my friends will be sorry for my departure; but I wil

n I leave my dear father and mother, all my friends will be sorry for my departure; but I will go, and trust the gods that

Psyche, I am come according to the decree of the oracle to make thee my wife; but you must never see me. We must always m

readful misfortune will happen to you. Remember what I tell you, obey my words, and you will be happy.” Psyche listened —

and lonely way; if I could sometimes be indulged with the society of my sisters, I should be grateful to you for it” This

sed to speak, but after a short pause, he replied: “If you desire it, my dear Psyche, receive your sisters; but beware of

ly foolish to mind his injunction never to attempt to see him. Follow my advice; it is very easy to get a sight of him. Wh

o marry him; but instead of obeying her, I gave you myself! To reward my tenderness, you formed a design to kill me, even

er eyes upon the river — “Here I may find peace,” she cried: “Receive my body, gentle god of these waters, and bear me whi

prayer. I know that Venus is wrong, thus to afflict thee; but she is my daughter-in-law. I cannot make a quarrel with her

d, “that some power, to me unknown, has thought fit to interfere with my commands. You have been assisted in the task I ga

aid the goddess to Psyche, “seest thou not the celestial, rosy red of my cheeks is faded. It is thou who hast done this, b

hou who hast done this, by pretending to rival the unmatched bloom of my face. By enticing my son to the chains of mortal

s, by pretending to rival the unmatched bloom of my face. By enticing my son to the chains of mortal wedlock, thou hast di

enticing my son to the chains of mortal wedlock, thou hast disturbed my repose. Peace is the preserver of beauty. When th

r of beauty. My vexation at thy presumptuous conduct has robbed me of my colour. “Go to the dark dominions of Pluto, and s

ctar with his own hand. “Receive,” said be, fair Psyche, this mark of my favour. When you drink of this, your human nature

blushing cheek. This violet, blue as the eye of Minerva, or your own, my Licinia, and sweet and modest as thou art, I give

star in the dark night.” “Leontia,” she exclaimed, “what suits thee, my friend? Cowslip and yellow primrose faded in Apri

d Proserpine, is honey-suckle; this shall be thine Cyane. Wear it for my sake.” At that moment the sun was overcast, and a

d, not knowing whether to fly or to await the awful deity. “But he is my father’s brother,” said she, “and shall the daugh

rest of Sicilian maids, not to harm, but to bless thee — to make thee my queen. Thou art lovelier than all the daughters o

s. I have left them all, and chosen thee. Come, then, with me, and be my queen.” “Hear him not,” cried Cyane; “come with m

of heaven, the glorious Juno, shall outshine you. You shall sit upon my throne, and bright gems shall encircle your foreh

uaded. “I will love you as mortal man can never love you. Come, then, my bride,” he answered, drawing her toward him. “Dep

ed, drawing her toward him. “Depart — leave me!” she cried. “Virgins, my friends, do you forsake me?” But Pluto heeded not

r. “Once,” replied the naiad, “I was an attendant of Diana, and spent my time in the woods, hunting or sporting among the

when I fled from him, and emerged here in Sicily. This fountain bears my name; it flows beneath the bed of the sea, from E

ws beneath the bed of the sea, from Elis to this valley.2 I mourn for my guardian goddess and the wood-nymphs, my companio

to this valley.2 I mourn for my guardian goddess and the wood-nymphs, my companions. I pity you; for, like you, I am depri

he olive yields its fruit. The fields you have given to man were once my favourite haunts — and Ceres, the goddess of agri

iness. Oh that I had not lost the dearest object I possessed myself —  my dear, dear Proserpine. Have you never seen or hea

ed myself — my dear, dear Proserpine. Have you never seen or heard of my child?” Arethusa then told her she had seen the d

Mother,” said Becubo’s son, “I am afraid there will be no polenta for my supper. Look at that greedy woman, who has just c

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 it be

his hand, and looked lovingly in his face. “I can refuse you nothing, my own Philomela,” answered the fond old man, smilin

answered the fond old man, smiling upon her through his tears. “But, my child, do not forget me. Recollect your promise,

I love you, Philomela, and I will get rid of Progne, and you shall be my queen.” Philomela, terrified and angry at this gu

us to set her at liberty. “Base man,” she cried, “did not you promise my father to be kind to me, and to restore me to him

o you betray me? If you do not release me; if you do not convey me to my sister, these woods shall ring with my cries. Sur

me; if you do not convey me to my sister, these woods shall ring with my cries. Surely the just gods will not forsake me.

lf to Baucis and Philemon, “I thank you for your hospitality. We, for my companion is no other than the god Mercury, sough

p, nor once look back in your flight till you reach the summit. It is my will to bring destruction upon an impious people,

himself to Aglauria, to “see your sister Herse. I desire to make her my bride. Will you have the goodness to persuade you

y bride. Will you have the goodness to persuade your sister to favour my suit?” Aglauria replied, “those who ask favours o

money enough, I will conduct you to her, and she will present you to my sister.” Minerva was near, and overheard this con

she intends, as much as she can, to disturb the amiable Herse. It is my will that those who wish to injure others shall b

make it so. Some evil genius has sent it to torment me. I will go to my father. I will ask him to bestow my sister immedi

nt it to torment me. I will go to my father. I will ask him to bestow my sister immediately upon a mortal, and then she ca

t of men! for thou, though now no more, Shall yet be numbered ’mongst my best lov’d sons. No more thy hand shall stroke th

ress me thus: ‘Who wrings thy heart With rude offence? Inform me, and my hand Shall punish him that injures thee, my fathe

e offence? Inform me, and my hand Shall punish him that injures thee, my father.’’” Potter’s Euripides. As if Cadmus had

folly of the Menades. Still, though no longer alive, I will call thee my dear son. I remember all your tenderness.’ You wo

am imprudent — I shall take cold. My cold will be the consequence of my imprudence. Mother. Did you ever hear of cause a

ct? Ann. Yes. My wearing thin shoes in the wet would be the cause of my cold, and the cold would be the effect. Mother.

o her, in an encouraging voice; “give me your child, and follow me to my cabin. There is my wife; she will welcome you; an

aging voice; “give me your child, and follow me to my cabin. There is my wife; she will welcome you; and I will present my

ing himself. But I will be too cunning for him. If I should kill him, my subjects would kill me, because they love him; so

in nothing by that. I will not do so; I will, however, drive him from my palace: I will vex and mortify him, so that he sh

permission, I will abide in your palace till morning, and then pursue my journey.” Perseus expected a cordial welcome from

raged king; “if thou delayest an instant, I will thrust thee out with my own hands.” Atlas did not wait to be obeyed, but

om she imagined to be Mercury, whose wings he wore. “Thou art come to my relief, gracious power,” she exclaimed. “Thou has

t come to my relief, gracious power,” she exclaimed. “Thou hast heard my prayer.” Perseus instantly descended to the spot

em his adventures. He consented, and commenced as follows: “You know, my friends that I promised the king of Seriphus, to

estowed her upon you. Restore her to me; else thou and they may dread my vengeance.” Perseus cut short the matter, by tell

onified envy. Ann. What does personify mean? Mother. Envy you know, my child, is a bad passion, which persons feel. It c

congregation; indeed, I think of many more things. They all come into my mind together. Mother. They come into your mind

piter, the god of light. The inhabitants of Tenedos and of Delphi are my subjects. I am also the god of music and of heali

subjects. I am also the god of music and of healing; stay, and listen my lyre.” Daphne heard, but would not be detained. F

riking his radiant forehead, exclaimed, “O, Daphne, thou canst not be my bride, but thou shalt be my favourite tree. My te

exclaimed, “O, Daphne, thou canst not be my bride, but thou shalt be my favourite tree. My temples, my lute, and my quive

nst not be my bride, but thou shalt be my favourite tree. My temples, my lute, and my quiver shall be adorned with thy lea

bride, but thou shalt be my favourite tree. My temples, my lute, and my quiver shall be adorned with thy leaves, and in a

s. “Go,” said the sovereign of the gods; “go and destroy Argus. It is my will that Io should be transported to Egypt, to p

e called Syrinx, “and like this,” concluded Mercury, “which I hold in my hand, it soothes the pensive mind, and holds the

t boast of so glorious an origin.” “I know not why,” replied Phæton; “ my father was Apollo, the son of your father, and is

ious parent,” said the suppliant, “to entreat thee to declare thyself my father. The son of Io has vaunted that he is the

ld of mortality. Condescend, divine Apollo, to vindicate the words of my mother, who asserts that her child derives his bi

this young man’s suspicions of thy mother’s veracity; truly thou art my own, and truly I love thee; to convince thee how

prise which Jupiter himself would scarcely undertake; notwithstanding my own skill and experience, I find it requires my u

take; notwithstanding my own skill and experience, I find it requires my utmost ability to guide my fiery horses through t

n skill and experience, I find it requires my utmost ability to guide my fiery horses through the vast expanse of ether, a

pollo, but he was not moved by his remonstrances. “Remember thy oath, my father,” replied the rash youth; “instruct me how

cense on the altars of her children. Apollo and Diana command you, by my voice, to pay them homage.” The people readily ob

his friends, recounted to them the following adventure of Latona: “In my youth,” began the old man, “my father, being too

the following adventure of Latona: “In my youth,” began the old man, “ my father, being too old and infirm to bear the fati

as to transact this business, I engaged a native of the country to be my guide. “During our journey, we met with nothing e

icating a recent offering. When we had come to the verge of the lake, my companion stopped, and I followed is example; and

uired rho was the presiding deity of the place. “‘Young man,’ replied my companion, ‘this altar is dedicated to Latona. Yo

rds, when they were all changed to frogs; and to this day’, continued my companion, ‘they jump, and splash, and croak, in

ns, and he singled out Proserpine, and said to himself, “She shall be my queen. That fair face can make even dark Hades li

me long; I come o’er the mountains, with light and song. Ye may trace my step o’er the waking earth By the winds which tel

e pine has a fringe of softer green, And the moss looks bright, where my step has been. From the streams and founts I hav

res arose and went to Jupiter and said, “I have found the place where my daughter is hidden. Give her back to me, and the

nt, Darkness or sunshine     Thy element; Glorious fountain!     Let my heart be Fresh, changeful, constant,     Upward l

for all to enjoy! I am weary from long wandering over the desert, and my lips are parched with thirst.” The water looked s

grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance,     Among my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam danc

ong my skimming swallows; I make the netted sunbeam dance     Against my sandy shallows. And out again I curve and flow  

ith a will?                                         (Ah, Will!) ’Tis my name, but much I wonder     That you, in your hid

n trace!             Declare, mocker,             O rare mocker, What my sister’s name is, else you’re in disgrace!       

e one. Let Minerva come and try her skill with mine, and I will prove my words. She is afraid of the test, else why does s

ave you to do with the arrow?” he cried, in a boastful tone. “That is my weapon. I have just proved it by slaying the terr

e cried in a passion, “Though your arrow may pierce all other things, my arrow can wound you.” Then he flew off in a very

w his arms about the newly formed bark and said, “Since you cannot be my wife, fair Daphne, at least you shall be my tree,

aid, “Since you cannot be my wife, fair Daphne, at least you shall be my tree, my laurel. Your foliage shall be used to cr

ce you cannot be my wife, fair Daphne, at least you shall be my tree, my laurel. Your foliage shall be used to crown the h

, the open skies are there,     Come back to life and love!” Oh, all my heart went out to him,     And the sweet air abov

heart went out to him,     And the sweet air above; With happy tears my eyes were dim;     I called him, “Oh, sweet love!

with anger and surprise. “Bold mortal,” she cried, “darest thou enter my secret hiding places? Never shalt thou go back an

shrink in fear.” The king was delighted and said, “If I thought that, my boy, I would let you undertake a task that I am s

ould let you undertake a task that I am saving for the bravest man in my kingdom.” “And do you think me worthy of this hon

nd then said, “My boy, you have undertaken a dangerous task, yet with my help you may succeed. But first of all, you must

go, Come from the dying moon and blow,     Blow him again to me While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep a

ng moon and blow,     Blow him again to me While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and re

t, Silver sails all out of the west     Under the silver moon. Sleep, my little one; sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfred

t of the west     Under the silver moon. Sleep, my little one; sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfred Tennyson . How Pe

e; but at length, one of them grew impatient and said, “Sister, it is my turn to use the eye now. Give it to me.” And the

me.” And the third sister said quickly, “No, that is not true. It is my turn.” And the middle one, who had the eye, cried

women,” he said, “do not be frightened. The eye is safe. I hold it in my hand this very moment.” With a cry of anger the t

from a safe distance, called out, “You shall not have your eye back, my friends, unless you tell me exactly how to find t

ssiopeia’s Chair, brightly shining in the heavens. But at the time of my story, she still lived on earth, and, as I said,

om, until at length the old man spoke: “Perseus, I have come to claim my promised bride, Andromeda. Give her to me peaceab

my promised bride, Andromeda. Give her to me peaceably, or else I and my soldiers will kill you all.” Andromeda was very m

h he wore at his side and said, “The one you call your bride, sir, is my wife, and no power of yours can take her from me.

tona, whom you have never seen, when here I stand before you with all my wealth and power? Am I not far greater than Laton

o or Diana, whom you honor. “I am far greater than Latona; for if all my wealth and power were taken from me, I should sti

or if all my wealth and power were taken from me, I should still have my children, seven times the number of hers. And eve

“You have taken revenge, most cruel Latona, and think you have broken my heart. Yet I am still greater and richer than you

ches the trunks below. Come to me, O ye children!     And whisper in my ear What the birds and the winds are singing     

false Nessus, you rely on your swift horse’s feet to carry you beyond my reach, but my arrow is swifter than the fleetest

you rely on your swift horse’s feet to carry you beyond my reach, but my arrow is swifter than the fleetest horse.” Then,

lders and to his own. Then, with a trembling voice, he said, “Icarus, my boy, watch me all the time, and follow where I le

rd and sandals and follow me to Athens, where I will make him heir to my throne.” Then, kissing his wife and baby, he star

and sandals were buried, and told him of his father’s message. “Try, my son,” she said, when she had finished, “and see w

me; but I will not, for that would mean being a traitor, not only to my city, but to my own father.” The girl loved her f

not, for that would mean being a traitor, not only to my city, but to my own father.” The girl loved her father dearly, fo

I am the king’s daughter,” she said, “and for your sake I have stolen my father’s purple lock, which will enable you to co

purple lock, which will enable you to conquer the city. Take it, with my love.” But Minos stepped back from her in horror.

want me or not, for without you life is worthless to me. The gates of my own city are closed against me, for I have betray

it for your sake. I will follow you; for if I have been a traitor to my people, I have at least been a friend to you.” Th

d Theseus proudly, “and I have a favor to ask of you. I pray you, let my companions sleep in the courtyard to-night, and l

had reached the entrance, Ariadne spoke. “Prince Theseus,” she said, “ my heart grieves for you and your friends who must d

the girl who showed such pity for him, and answered, “Fair princess, my arm is strong enough to slay any creature; but th

; but they tell me that even if I kill the Minotaur, I can never find my way back out of the labyrinth.” Then Ariadne gave

before. She fell on her knees beside the body, and weeping, cried, “O my beloved, my dream was but too true!” She could no

fell on her knees beside the body, and weeping, cried, “O my beloved, my dream was but too true!” She could not bear to th

of early birds Seem like love’s melodious words; Every pleasant sound my dear, When she stirs from sleep, should hear:    

ght shade for the leaves when laid     In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken     The swee

shall seaweed grow on the mountain tops and trees in the ocean, than my love for Scylla change while she is alive.” Then

s Pearls The sea hath its pearls,     The heaven hath its stars; But my heart, my heart,     My heart hath its love. Gre

The sea hath its pearls,     The heaven hath its stars; But my heart, my heart,     My heart hath its love. Great are the

hath its love. Great are the sea and the heaven,     Yet greater is my heart; And fairer than pearls and stars     Flash

r is my heart; And fairer than pearls and stars     Flashes and beams my love. Thou little, youthful maiden,     Come unt

ashes and beams my love. Thou little, youthful maiden,     Come unto my great heart; My heart, and the sea, and the heave

dearly. ——— To a Friend Green be the turf above thee,     Friend of my better days! None knew thee but to love thee,    

had now become his wife A Musical Contest of Long Ago Most of my young readers know the wonderful story of King Mi

. Why, then, do you fly from me? “If you knew me, you would listen to my pleading. My cave is in the heart of the mountain

you chestnuts and the fruit of all the other trees. “See how great is my wealth, — all these cows belong to me, and all th

t Jupiter in heaven is not larger. See the long hair which hangs over my shoulders, and, like a grove of trees, throws a s

over my shoulders, and, like a grove of trees, throws a shadow about my head. Surely, you must think this beautiful. A tr

y hair are becoming to a Cyclops. I have but one eye in the middle of my forehead, yet the great sun in heaven, which sees

eye. “My father rules over the blue sea in which you sport. Listen to my prayer, for I will make you happy. Come from your

een them. The Shepherd’s Song To His Love Come, live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That hi

tuds; And if these pleasures may thee move, Come, live with me and be my love. Thy silver dishes for thy meat, As preciou

rning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then, live with me and be my love. Christopher Marlowe .

all have all the gold and jewels you wish. You shall sit beside me on my throne, and wear a crown sparkling with diamonds.

ina was relieved when Pluto said: — “Come, now we shall see Cerberus, my dog.” Even as he spoke, they heard a barking that

rit of sleep, or of dreams, she would stop it and ask, “Have you seen my daughter, Proserpina?” But none of the spirits of

at her with gentle, majestic eyes, and she would ask, “Have you seen my daughter, Proserpina?” But none of the river-gods

ne blade of grass, nor a leaf nor flower, shall the Earth yield until my daughter is found.” So the farmers stayed within

er beautiful face and dripping hair above the surface. “Have you seen my daughter, Proserpina?” asked Ceres. She had asked

er, Father of Gods and Men, grant me justice! Compel Pluto to give me my daughter again, for he took her from me by force.

set her free;    “She will return full soon,” saith he —    “My wife, my wife Persephone.” Low laughs the dark king on hi

“Hail!” saith she;    “And doth our daylight dazzle thee    My love, my child Persephone? “What moved thee, daughter, to

heus in his suffering. “Even here the noise and clash of war comes to my ears. Men are strong and brave and proud, but how

uch weapons to me, who know how to use them. I have slain Python with my darts, but what can you do with yours?” The littl

, before her, she saw the glint of water. It was the river Peneüs. “O my father,” she cried, “help me! Save me from him I

. “O my father,” she cried, “help me! Save me from him I hate. Change my form, or let the earth swallow me up. Quick, for

eemed even then to draw back from his touch. “Though you would not be my bride, Daphne,” he said, “you shall be my tree, a

h. “Though you would not be my bride, Daphne,” he said, “you shall be my tree, and the tree of all poets among men forever

hat pain you suffer while Proserpina is away from you each year — but my sorrow is greater, for Eurydice is lost to me all

never again to see the face of majestic Ceres, your mother — such is my woe, and greater, for I had rather be here with h

It is true, after all,” he cried. “They have really given you back, O my Eurydice!” and he turned round. There stood Euryd

arthly pleasure. The gifts that Happiness offers you will perish, but my gifts will not perish.” These words filled Hercul

“but take up the sky just a moment, while I put this lion’s skin over my shoulders.” When, however, Atlas, without thinkin

ople. “Surely,” thought Admetus, “surely some one will be found among my friends to die for me — some old man, may be, who

He stood waiting for his father to speak. “What is it that you wish, my son?” asked Helios, gravely. “Father,” the youth

she rose and hastened toward him. “Good sir,” she said, “help me and my child. I am a king’s daughter, though I have come

ugh I have come to this island in such an humble manner. The enemy of my child wished to kill us both, but Jupiter has bro

give you, young hero? Ask, for you shall have it, even to the half of my kingdom.” “Not the half of your kingdom do I wish

t. “I must carry the Gorgon’s head to Polydectes,” he said, “and take my mother back to her home in Argos. My home also is

eat stone. “Mother,” said Theseus, “how long must I stay here idly at my grandfather’s court?” “But you are still only a b

re still only a boy, Theseus,” replied Æthra. “Hercules was famous at my age,” said Theseus, “and I wish to go out into th

Whose is it?” Then Theseus knelt before the king and said: — “It was my father’s sword, O Ægeus, and I got it by raising

o the uttermost for the wrong Agamemnon has done me. Take, therefore, my armor, and put it on, and mount my chariot and le

mnon has done me. Take, therefore, my armor, and put it on, and mount my chariot and lead the Myrmidons, my followers, but

my armor, and put it on, and mount my chariot and lead the Myrmidons, my followers, but remember my words.” So Patroclus a

d mount my chariot and lead the Myrmidons, my followers, but remember my words.” So Patroclus armed himself in the shining

her son and wept with him. Then Achilles said: — “Indeed, I have had my revenge, mother, and the Greeks have paid dearly

me; but what is it all worth to me? Patroclus, whom I loved more than my own life, is dead, and I sit here useless to my f

hom I loved more than my own life, is dead, and I sit here useless to my friends and harmless to my enemies. Would that th

n life, is dead, and I sit here useless to my friends and harmless to my enemies. Would that there were no such thing in t

r gladly and asked her what she wished., “Make me a suit of armor for my son, O Vulcan,” said Thetis, “for he is sorely in

side against the Trojans. I would that death had carried off Briseis, my beloved slave, rather than that we had ever seen

also, was in the wrong, O Achilles, for the goddess of strife clouded my eyes, that I should not see; but now let there be

ctor was glad when he heard these words. “You were always the best of my brothers, Deiphobus,” he said, “but from this tim

divinely fair. Her loveliness with shame and with surprise    Froze my swift speech: she turning on my face The starlike

with shame and with surprise    Froze my swift speech: she turning on my face The starlike sorrows of immortal eyes,    Sp

yes,    Spoke slowly in her place. “I had great beauty: ask thou not my name:    No one can be more wise than destiny. Ma

m, Whirled by the wind, had rolled me deep below,    Then when I left my home.” Alfred Tennyson (Adapted). The Fall

ess is this?” he cried. “Do you believe that the Greeks are gone? For my part, I fear the Greeks even when they offer gift

ly heard — but in it all Heard only “Come beyond the sea! Come, come, my bride, to dwell with me. Immortal pleasures wait

and near what seemed the mainland. “I will cross to the mainland with my ship’s crew,” said Ulysses, “and see what sort of

me wild animal, and lay down to sleep among his flocks. “Shall I draw my sword and kill him?” thought Ulysses. “But if I d

out another bowl of the wine, and then another. “Cyclops, “he said, “ my name is Noman.” “Noman shall be eaten last. That

rdsman told him many tales about the suitors. “These are evil days in my master’s land,” he said at last. “Who is your mas

,” he said at last. “Who is your master?” asked Ulysses. “Ulysses was my master,” said Eumæus; “but, alas, he will never r

myths that have most influenced English literature. At the request of my publishers, I have accordingly undertaken such a

Rev. Edward Everett Hale. But, after a year’s work, I find that half my material for copy is altogether new, and that the

in full, a new title has been selected for this volume. For, neither my publishers, nor I, would desire to have the schol

referring to sources, and the Commentary are wholly, or essentially, my own. Although in the Index of Mythological Subjec

s of art illustrating mythological subjects, that they have placed at my disposal, and of calling attention to the edition

hs and engravings of works of art that, otherwise, might have escaped my notice. In conclusion, I would acknowledge gratef

have escaped my notice. In conclusion, I would acknowledge gratefully my obligation to my esteemed colleague, Professor Is

otice. In conclusion, I would acknowledge gratefully my obligation to my esteemed colleague, Professor Isaac Flagg, for un

ustrations of which the list is given on p. xxviii. I wish to express my gratitude to Professor Walter Miller of Stanford,

revolved the oracle in their minds. At last Deucalion spoke: “Either my wit fails me, or the command is one we may obey w

es, From the broad moonlight of the sky, Fanning the busy dreams from my dim eyes, — Waken me when their mother, the gray

Heaven’s blue dome, I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam; My footsteps pave the c

am; My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves Are filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the green ear

filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare. “The sunbeams are my shafts, with

he air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare. “The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill Deceit, that loves the

day; All men who do or even imagine ill Fly me, and from the glory of my ray Good minds and open actions take new might, U

s globe And the pure stars in their eternal bowers Are cinctured with my power as with a robe; Whatever lamps on Earth or

ll prophecy, all medicine, are mine, All light of art or nature; — to my song, Victory and praise in their own right belon

t lesser Aphrodite there — Even now she stands Close as I turn, and O my soul, how fair!” Fig. 15. Venus of Melos. [Lo

us, and, complaining that she was supplanted in Heaven, cried, “So do my punishments result — such is the extent of my pow

n Heaven, cried, “So do my punishments result — such is the extent of my power! I forbade her to wear human form, — she an

hould have resumed her former shape, as I permitted Io to do. Perhaps my husband means to take her to wife, and put me awa

rhaps my husband means to take her to wife, and put me away! But you, my foster-parents, if you feel for me, and see with

he dream… And she said, “Ah! who was the alien woman that I beheld in my sleep? How strange a longing for her seized my he

woman that I beheld in my sleep? How strange a longing for her seized my heart, yea, and how graciously she herself did we

youths mocked me, since I shunned in scorn Them and their praises of my brows and hair. The light girls pointed after me,

mooth Greek, Now and anon swept forth in those deep nights, Thrilling my flesh with awe; mysterious words — I knew not wha

guise, Wooing as if he were a milk-faced boy? Did I lack lovers? Was my beauty dulled, The golden hair turned dross, the

ked: And straight I cried, ‘To know thee as thou art! To hold thee on my heart as Juno does! ‘ Come in thy thunder— kill m

and drank, without quenching thirst, till they died. On all sides lay my people strewn like over-ripened apples beneath th

uths, perished alike unlamented. “Standing before the altar, I raised my eyes to Heaven. ‘O Jupiter,’ I said, if thou art

, I raised my eyes to Heaven. ‘O Jupiter,’ I said, if thou art indeed my father, give me back my people, or take me also a

aven. ‘O Jupiter,’ I said, if thou art indeed my father, give me back my people, or take me also away!’ At these words a c

, ‘ Give me, oh, father, citizens as numerous as these, and replenish my empty city.’ The tree shook, and the branches rus

ugh no wind agitated them. Night came on. The tree stood before me in my dreams, with its numerous branches all covered wi

y voices without. While I began to think I was yet dreaming, Telamon, my son, throwing open the temple-gates, exclaimed, ‘

hopes!’ I went forth; I saw a multitude of men, such as I had seen in my dream. While I gazed with wonder and delight, the

elight, they approached, and kneeling hailed me as their king. I paid my vows to Jove, and proceeded to allot the vacant c

olden and white in thy new-carven shape, Hear me! and grant for these my pious sons, Who saw my tears, and wound their ten

new-carven shape, Hear me! and grant for these my pious sons, Who saw my tears, and wound their tender arms Around me, and

d, and then assailed he me, even me, with the might of a god. Howbeit my swift feet bare me away; else had I long endured

take a visible spear and thrust it straight at me and pierce through my fair skin? Therefore deem I now that thou shalt p

o all. Yet I ask it of you as a favor. I have no intention of washing my limbs in it, weary though they be, but only of qu

f washing my limbs in it, weary though they be, but only of quenching my thirst. A draught of water would be nectar to me,

th by me. Would that I could die for thee! But since that may not be, my lyre shall celebrate thee, my song shall tell thy

ie for thee! But since that may not be, my lyre shall celebrate thee, my song shall tell thy fate, and thou shalt become a

ng shall tell thy fate, and thou shalt become a flower inscribed with my regret.” While the golden god spoke, the blood wh

errand. The youth replied, “Oh, light of the boundless world, Phœbus, my father — if thou dost yield me that name—give me

fire that they breathe forth from their mouths and nostrils. Beware, my son, lest I be the donor of a fatal gift; recall

e, god of the silver bow, ... let the Danaans pay by thine arrows for my tears!” Fig. 42. Apollo. [Wall painting: H. a

her two children? I have seven times as many. Were I to lose some of my children, I should hardly be left as poor as Lato

in now to doubt whether I am indeed a goddess. I shall be deprived of my worship altogether unless you protect me.” She wa

tona,” said she, “satiate thy hard heart, while I follow to the grave my seven sons. Yet where is thy triumph? Bereaved as

where is thy triumph? Bereaved as I am, I am still richer than thou, my conqueror.” Scarce had she spoken, when the bow s

thus bespake the goddess enthroned on high: ‘Thou heardest, Artemis, my daily prayer That thou wouldst guide these childr

he tomb, o’ the sacrifice: And if I lie in ambuscade, and leap Out of my lair, and seize — encircle him Till one hand join

d the saluting hand. “Admetus,” said he, “take and keep this woman, my captive, till I come thy way again.” But Admetus

stis had left empty. Then cried Herakles, “Take hold of her. See now, my friend, if she look not somewhat like that wife t

stranger-guests the old way! So, farewell! Since forth I fare, fulfil my urgent task Set by the king, the son of Sthenelos

From the river-girt islands, Where loud waves are dumb, Listening to my sweet pipings. The wind in the reeds and the rush

elow in the grass, Were as silent as ever old Tmolus was Listening to my sweet pipings. Liquid Peneüs was flowing, And al

In Pelion’s shadow, outgrowing The light of the dying day, Speeded by my sweet pipings. The Sileni, and Sylvans, and Fauns

nd and follow Were silent with love, as you now, Apollo, With envy of my sweet pipings. I sang of the dancing stars, I sa

the giant wars, And Love, and Death, and Birth, — And then I changed my pipings, — Singing how down the vale of Menalus I

now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipings. § 84. The Loves of Apollo. — Besi

is for love I pursue thee. I am no clown, no rude peasant. Jupiter is my father. I am lord of Delphi and Tenedos. I know a

true to the mark; but alas! an arrow more fatal than mine has pierced my heart! I am the god of medicine, and know the vir

river-god: “Help me, Peneüs! open the earth to enclose me, or change my form, which has brought me into this danger!” Sca

the wood. The branches shrank from his lips. “Since thou canst not be my wife,” said he, “thou shalt assuredly be my tree.

“Since thou canst not be my wife,” said he, “thou shalt assuredly be my tree. I will wear thee for my crown. I will decor

ife,” said he, “thou shalt assuredly be my tree. I will wear thee for my crown. I will decorate with thee my harp and my q

be my tree. I will wear thee for my crown. I will decorate with thee my harp and my quiver. When the Roman conquerors con

I will wear thee for my crown. I will decorate with thee my harp and my quiver. When the Roman conquerors conduct the tri

er. “My case is like Dido’s,” he sometimes remarked; “When I last saw my love, she was fairly embarked In a laurel, as she

at you’ve less chance to win her the more she is wood? Ah! it went to my heart, and the memory still grieves, To see those

live, being a goddess, and may not follow thee! Persephone, take thou my lover, my lord, for thyself art stronger than I,

g a goddess, and may not follow thee! Persephone, take thou my lover, my lord, for thyself art stronger than I, and all lo

lovely things drift down to thee. But I am ill-fated, inconsolable is my anguish; and I lament mine Adonis, dead to me, an

, and I have no rest for sorrow. “Thou diest, oh, thrice-desired, and my desire hath flown away as a dream! Nay, widowed i

, and idle are the Loves along the halls! With thee has the girdle of my beauty perished. For why, ah, overbold, didst tho

ished by thy curiosity. But now perform the task imposed upon thee by my mother, and I will care for the rest.” Then Cupi

ucent fans, Fluttering among the faint Olympians, I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired. ‘So let me be thy choir, and m

s, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with ple

rsion of the story, he said not, “bid mine image live,” but “one like my ivory virgin.” At any rate, with such a prayer, h

y, And thus she spoke, “Wilt thou not come to me, O dear companion of my new found life, For I am called thy lover and thy

first mine eyes I stood within the niche thou knowest well, And from my hand a heavy thing there fell Carved like these f

hite moon o’erhead, So that I trembled when I saw her there, For with my life was born some touch of dread, And therewitha

scabbard empty of its sword. “Thine own hand has slain thee, and for my sake,” she said. “I, too, can be brave for once,

thee, and for my sake,” she said. “I, too, can be brave for once, and my love is as strong as thine. But ye, unhappy paren

us where thou wouldst go, and we will convey thee thither.” “Naxos is my home,” said Bacchus; “take me there, and ye shall

ailors, these are not the shores ye promised me; yonder island is not my home. It is small glory ye shall gain by cheating

! ” she cried, “what madness hath undone Me! and, ah, wretched! thee, my Orpheus, too! For lo! the cruel Fates recall me n

eus, too! For lo! the cruel Fates recall me now; Chill slumbers press my swimming eyes… Farewell! Night rolls intense arou

ou hast ever loved me, if I have ever deserved kindness at thy hands, my husband, grant me this last request; marry not th

nce, then before thine answer given Departest, and thy tears are on my cheek. “Why wilt thou ever scare me with thy t

s kindle into sunny rings; Changed with thy mystic change, and felt my blood Glow with the glow that slowly crimson’d

ose into towers. “Yet hold me not forever in thine East: How can my nature longer mix with thine? Coldly thy rosy s

Coldly thy rosy shadows bathe me, cold Are all thy lights, and cold my wrinkled feet Upon thy glimmering thresholds, w

and restore me to the ground; Thou seest all things, thou wilt see my grave: Thou wilt renew thy beauty morn by morn;

cap throng, And laugh and shout. Silenus grips My ears and strides On my shaggy hips, And up and down In an ivy crown Tips

I clasp A yielding waist, With a cry embraced, — Gush! it melts from my grasp Into water cool, And — bubble! trouble! See

The silver-sparkling showers That hive me in, the flowers That prink my fountain’s brim, are hers and mine; And when the

and know no care, ’Mid the waters flowing, flowing, flowing, Combing my yellow, yellow hair. “The ounce and panther down

des, they drink, Gazing upon me, tame and sapphire-eyed; For, awed by my pale face, whose light Gleameth thro’ sedge and l

, whose light Gleameth thro’ sedge and lilies yellow They, lapping at my fountain mellow, Harm not the lamb that in affrig

dusky-white. “Oft do the fauns and satyrs, flusht with play, Come to my coolness in the hot noon-day. Nay, once indeed, I

the tree-tops look white, To be exhaled in dew at Dian’s call, Among my sister-clouds to move Over the darkness, earth be

ever yet Filled up with nectar any mortal heart: But thou didst scorn my humble messenger And sent’st him back to me with

looking into the sea when it was calm, soliloquized, “Beautiful seems my beard, beautiful my one eye, — as I count beauty,

when it was calm, soliloquized, “Beautiful seems my beard, beautiful my one eye, — as I count beauty, — and the sea refle

my one eye, — as I count beauty, — and the sea reflects the gleam of my teeth whiter than the Parian stone.” 240 … He l

n love with thee, maiden, I, on the day when first thou earnest, with my mother, and didst wish to pluck the hyacinths fro

t is that thou dost shun me. It is all for the shaggy brow that spans my forehead, from this to the other ear, one long, u

s to the other ear, one long, unbroken eyebrow. And but one eye is on my forehead, and broad is the nose that overhangs my

d but one eye is on my forehead, and broad is the nose that overhangs my lip. Yet I (even such as thou seest me) feed a th

r lack, in summer time or autumn, nay, nor in the dead of winter, but my baskets are always overladen. “Also I am skilled

m skilled in piping, as none other of the Cyclopes here, and of thee, my love, my sweet apple, and of myself, too, I sing,

in piping, as none other of the Cyclopes here, and of thee, my love, my sweet apple, and of myself, too, I sing, many a t

t lack nothing that now thou hast. … “But if thou dost refuse because my body seems shaggy and rough, well, I have faggots

eath the ashes is fire unwearied, and I would endure to let thee burn my very soul, and this my one eye, the dearest thing

unwearied, and I would endure to let thee burn my very soul, and this my one eye, the dearest thing that is mine. “Ah me,

ul, and this my one eye, the dearest thing that is mine. “Ah me, that my mother bore me not a finny thing, so would I have

not enough Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt, And buoyant round my limbs. At first I dwelt Whole days and days in sh

spreaded feathers to the morrow chill, I tried in fear the pinions of my will. ’Twas freedom! and at once I visited The ce

st. If thou holdest in honor illustrious descent, I claim Jupiter for my father; if mighty deeds, I plead the conquest of

, pray, hold this load for me a moment, while I procure a pad to ease my shoulders.” Unsuspectingly the giant resumed the

eep it falls; and a mate shouts out to the seamen, ‘Up with the gear, my lads, the wind is fair for sailing.’ “Then the ny

-wet lips poor sobs that shivering choked her: — “Thus is it far from my home, O traitor, and far from its altars — Thus o

rple coverlet for thee. “But to the hollow winds why stand repeating my quarrel, — I, for sorrow unselfed, — they, but br

ng Deeps forbid, distending their gulfs abhorrent before me! ‘Comfort my heart, mayhap, with the loyal love of my husband?

bhorrent before me! ‘Comfort my heart, mayhap, with the loyal love of my husband?’ Lo, the reluctant oar, e’en now, he pli

death that sealeth the eyelids, Nor from the frame outworn shall fare my lingering senses, Ere, undone, from powers divine

us he spake: “My children, on this day ye cease to have A father. All my days are spent and gone; And ye no more shall lea

w (how should I not?), though thy decree Had never spoken. And before my time If I shall die, I reckon this a gain; For wh

ost divinely fair. Her loveliness with shame and with surprise Froze my swift speech: she turning on my face The star-lik

ss with shame and with surprise Froze my swift speech: she turning on my face The star-like sorrows of immortal eyes, Spok

l eyes, Spoke slowly in her place. “I had great beauty: ask thou not my name: No one can be more wise than destiny. Many

ice: — “I was cut off from hope in that sad place, Which yet to name my spirit loathes and fears; My father held his hand

athes and fears; My father held his hand upon his face; I, blinded by my tears, “Still strove to speak: my voice was thic

hand upon his face; I, blinded by my tears, “Still strove to speak: my voice was thick with sighs, As in a dream. Dimly

pang When of thy loss I thought, beloved Wife! On thee too fondly did my memory hang, And on the joys we shared in mortal

ay: Old frailties then recurred: — but lofty thought In act embodied, my deliverance wrought.”… … Upon the side Of Helle

Then Hector understood his doom and said, “Alas! it is plain this is my hour to die ! I thought Deiphobus at hand, but Pa

at that part, and Hector fell, death-wounded. Feebly he said, “Spare my body! Let my parents ransom it, and let me receiv

, and Hector fell, death-wounded. Feebly he said, “Spare my body! Let my parents ransom it, and let me receive funeral rit

ave fallen. Yet one I had, one more than all the rest the strength of my age, whom fighting for his country thou hast slai

t learned enough of Grecian fraud to be on your guard against it? For my part, I fear the Greeks even when they offer gift

not least, but honor’d of them all; And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I

e a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. “This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sce

ecent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work

s: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the

urdered with many arrows, from which a bush has grown, nourished with my blood.” These words recalled to the recollection

perished? and was I, alas! the cause? I call the gods to witness that my departure from thee was reluctant, and in obedien

t, and in obedience to the commands of Jove; nor could I believe that my absence would have cost thee so dear. Stop, I bes

id he, “long expected, and do I behold thee after such perils past? O my son, how have I trembled for thee, as I have watc

Apollo, I might have been immortal. He promised me the fulfilment of my wish, if I would consent to be his. I took a hand

said, ‘Grant me to see as many birthdays as there are sand-grains in my hand.’ Unluckily I forgot to ask for enduring you

e would have granted, could I have accepted his love, but offended at my refusal, he allowed me to grow old. My youth and

inks up as years increase, and in time, I shall be lost to sight, but my voice will remain, and future ages will respect m

lost to sight, but my voice will remain, and future ages will respect my sayings.” These concluding words of the Sibyl al

vere. There are friends not far distant. Prepare thy boats and row up my stream; I will lead thee to Evander the Arcadian

till fortune and resistless destiny brought me hither, an exile from my native land, Arcadia.” Having thus said, he show

he crown to me, but I am too old to undertake such great affairs, and my son is native-born, which precludes him from the

r to be hailed at once as their leader. With thee I will join Pallas, my son, my only hope and comfort. Under thee he shal

hailed at once as their leader. With thee I will join Pallas, my son, my only hope and comfort. Under thee he shall learn

as, and to get intelligence from him. Now I am strongly moved to make my way through the enemy’s camp and to go in search

prise with me? And shall I let thee go into such danger alone? Not so my brave father brought me up, nor so have I planned

for myself when I joined the standard of Æneas, and resolved to hold my life cheap in comparison with honor.” Nisus repli

life cheap in comparison with honor.” Nisus replied, “I doubt it not, my friend; but thou knowest the uncertain event of s

his eyes to the moon which now shone clear, he said, “Goddess, favor my effort!” and aiming his javelin at one of the lea

y name, for I know that thou art the god Thor. But what has become of my glove?” Thor then perceived that what they had ta

irds perched on this tree? I felt some moss from the branches fall on my head. How fares it with thee, Thor?” But Thor wen

e. But Skrymir sat up, and stroking his cheek said, “An acorn fell on my head. What! Art, thou awake, Thor? Methinks it is

in which we exercise none but children. It consists in merely lifting my cat from the ground; nor should I have dared to m

wrestle with thee; let somebody, however, call hither that old crone, my nurse Elli, and let Thor wrestle with her if h6 w

truth, now thou art out of the city, which so long as I live and have my way thou shalt never enter again. And, by my trot

long as I live and have my way thou shalt never enter again. And, by my troth, had I known beforehand, that thou hadst so

to enter this time. Know then that I have all along deceived thee by my illusions; first in the forest, where I tied up t

blows with thy mallet; the first, though the least, would have ended my days had it fallen on me, but I slipped aside, an

I have made use of similar illusions in the contests ye have had with my followers. In the first, Loki, like hunger itself

u in thy turn didst attempt to empty the horn, thou didst perform, by my troth, a deed so marvellous, that had I not seen

n On battle field have met their death, and now Feast in Valhalla, in my father’s hall; Only the inglorious sort are there

d bucklers clash, and spears begin to pour — Longing will stir within my breast, though vain, But not to me so grievous as

vain, But not to me so grievous as, I know, To other gods it were, is my enforced Absence from fields where I could nothin

e lie in gloom, Unarmed, inglorious; I attend the course Of ages, and my late return to light, In times less alien to a sp

O Hermod, pray that thou may’st join us then! Such for the future is my hope; meanwhile, I rest the thrall of Hela, and e

art and hand may shift To pluck it from the oak-wood e’en take it for my gift. Then ne’er, but his own heart falter, its p

to repent of, and the tale abides to tell. I have done many deeds in my life-days, and all these, and my love, they lie I

s to tell. I have done many deeds in my life-days, and all these, and my love, they lie In the hollow hand of Odin till th

I take not again; Art thou other than I, Allfather, wilt thou gather my glory in vain?” So ended the life of Sigurd. Bry

ventry Patmore, The Unknown Eros; John Lyly’s Campaspe: — “Cupid and my Campaspe play’d, At cardes for kisses, Cupid pay’

e crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe winne; At last he’e set her both his eye

e Pole-Star, or Cynosure (dog’s tail). Illustrative. — Milton’s “Let my lamp at midnight hour Be seen in some high lonely

lustrative. — Milton’s sonnet On his Deceased Wife, “Methought I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis f

Error; O. W. Holmes, Metrical Essay; Keats, Endymion, “I sue not for my happy crown again,” etc. On Sirens and Scylla see

chain to great Olympus’ height, And the vast world hangs trembling in my sight! For such I reign, unbounded and above; And

fear the tide: I, though near-seen a bull, am heavenly Jove: I change my shape at will.” Moschus ( Elton’s tr.). Pleased

reath of its glossy foliage.                     “I espouse thee tor my tree: Be thou the prize of honour and renown; The

Heaven’s blue dome, I walk over the mountains and the waves, Leaving my robe upon the ocean foam; My footsteps pave the c

am; My footsteps pave the clouds with fire; the caves Are filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the green ear

filled with my bright presence, and the air Leaves the green earth to my embraces bare.” Shelley. Apollo and Daphne.

to touch it again. “Hence, ye banes of beauty, hence! What? shall I my charms disgrace By making such an odious face?”

t fans,     Fluttering among the faint Olympians, I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired. So let me be thy choir, and ma

of beauty in his eyes, That it enforc’d me to bid sad farewell To all my empire.” Keats. Laomedon and Hesione Nept

old. “‘Give me,’ says he (nor thought he ask’d too much), ‘That with my body whatsoe’er I touch, Changed from the nature

fountain, carried there as love offerings by the enamoured river. “O my beloved, how divinely sweet Is the pure joy when

elow I count, as god of avenues and gates,     The years that through my portals come and go. I block the roads and drift

with nervous arm Opposed and pass’d it: me, when first a bride I left my father’s hospitable roof With my Alcides, in his

’d it: me, when first a bride I left my father’s hospitable roof With my Alcides, in his arms he bore Athwart the current.

                           ‘“Take This white robe. It is costly. See, my blood Has stained it but a little. I did wrong: I

her round her infant gently twined Her tender arm, and cried, ‘Ah me! my child! What sufferings I endure! thou sleep’st th

ow, Perseus, and let me look upon the Gorgon’s face, for the agony of my labour is well-nigh greater than I can bear.’ So

lict raged, Till all the rocks were red with blood and slime, And yet my champion from those horrible jaws And dreadful co

ay thy rash flight! and, from the distant main, — For oh! thou canst, my daughter, — turn again. Whither depart? the vesse

and unknown to them Sought out the Pythian oracle; in vain; Touching my parents, nothing could I learn; But dreadful were

learn; But dreadful were the mis’ries it denounc’d Against me; ’twas my fate, Apollo said, To wed my mother, to produce a

mis’ries it denounc’d Against me; ’twas my fate, Apollo said, To wed my mother, to produce a race Accursed and abhorr’d;

he dire prediction, Instant I fled from Corinth, by the stars Guiding my hapless journey.” Sophocles ( Francklin’s tr.).

of his power, drove the claimant away. “Thou seest me banish’d from my native land, Unjustly banish’d, for no other crim

ever yet Filled up with nectar any mortal heart; But thou didst scorn my humble messenger And sent’st him back to me with

not enough Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt, And buoyant round my limbs. At first I dwelt Whole days and days in sh

spreaded feathers to the morrow chill, I try’d in fear the pinions of my will. ’Twas freedom! and at once I visited The ce

h Achilles before his departure.      “I wrote, I seal’d A letter to my wife, that she should send Her daughter, to Achil

  “Hector, thou Art father and dear mother now to me, And brother and my youthful spouse besides. In pity keep within the

, beloved one, for me. No living man can send me to the shades Before my time; no man of woman born, Coward or brave, can

ern myself In men’s affairs, save this: that Hector first, Pierced by my spear, shall yield his life, and pay The debt of

it on, and then bade him go forth and conquer. “‘Leave we the dead, my son, since it hath pleased The gods that he shoul

lytæmnestra and her paramour Ægisthus.         “‘Ægisthus, bent upon my death, Plotted’ against me with my guilty wife, A

us.         “‘Ægisthus, bent upon my death, Plotted’ against me with my guilty wife, And bade me to his house, and slew m

ountry more, Nor give his friends the knowledge of his fate. And then my messengers desired to dwell Among the Lotus-eater

rings An arrow, him I follow hence, and leave This beautiful abode of my young years, With all its plenty, — though its me

h all its plenty, — though its memory, I think, will haunt me even in my dreams.’” Homer ( Bryant’s tr.). Death of th

s brave and renowned as himself.                             “‘Come, my friends, ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order, smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the

ed his little son, and bade Creusa closely follow him. “‘Come, mount my shoulders, dear my sire: Such load my strength sh

and bade Creusa closely follow him. “‘Come, mount my shoulders, dear my sire: Such load my strength shall never tire. — N

sely follow him. “‘Come, mount my shoulders, dear my sire: Such load my strength shall never tire. — Now, whether fortune

r lowers, One risk, one safety shall be ours. My son shall journey at my side, My wife her steps by mine shall guide, At d

re, And homeless launch upon the main, Son, friends, and home gods in my train.” Virgil ( Conington’s tr.). Although the

aged father Anchises.                                 “There I lose my stay in every care, My sire Anchises!” Virgil (

ot see them all slain and the town in the hands of the Trojans. “Go: my last charge to Turnus tell, To haste with succour

cation to make a book of mythology one of a religious tendency. It is my own view of the subject, and I cannot but believe

up in the temple of Venus, as if they had said. Time has robbed me of my beauty; I only see in this mirror that I am no lo

vigorous Theseus lifted it, and saw beneath it a sword. “This sword, my son,” said Æthra, addressing herself to Theseus,

ver you shall present it to him, he will remember that it was left in my possession, and he will acknowledge you as his so

e exclaims, that ——“two are wanting of the numerous train, Whom long my eyes have sought but sought in vain; Castor and P

due to them. Long on the Egyptian coast by calms confined Heaven to my fleet refused a prosperous wind; No vows had we p

promise of a god, If yon proud monarch thus thy son defies, Obscures my glory and resumes my prize. Iliad , Book  V. A

yon proud monarch thus thy son defies, Obscures my glory and resumes my prize. Iliad , Book  V. Achilles is supposed t

Tydides spoke — The man you seek is here. To yon black camps to bend my dangerous way, Some god within commands, and I ob

ommands, and I obey. But let some other chosen warrior join. To raise my hopes and second my design.” This other “chosen

But let some other chosen warrior join. To raise my hopes and second my design.” This other “chosen warrior” was Ulysses

est described by Helen, who says, in Pope’s Homer, “Yet was it ne’er my fate from thee to find, A deed ungentle or a word

kind; While others cursed the authoress of their wo, Thy pity checked my sorrows in their flow; If some proud brother eyed

rnful sister with her sweeping train, Thy gentle accents softened all my pain; For thee I mourn, and mourn myself in thee,

pt in mystic night. I was rocked in giant’s cradle,     Giant’s lore my wisdom gave; I have known both good and evil,    

ruly as I hold this sacred sceptre, I swear, that let the Greeks need my services ever so much, I will never again unite m

hink I may venture to speak with more confidence. It is the result of my reading for the last six years, during which I ha

of those eminent scholars whose works are so frequently referred to, my obligations to whom I at all times most cheerfull

o design. The soldier in Cervantes’ comic romance sings, To the wars my necessities take me away, But if I had money at h

ecessity, not any idle visions of fame that led me to make literature my profession ; for had I been free to choose, I had

en the fallentis semita vitœ. Engaged however in the literary career, my first thought was how I might at the same time pr

ary career, my first thought was how I might at the same time promote my own interest, and render some service, however tr

romote my own interest, and render some service, however trifling, to my country, that it might be said of me, Haud inutil

that I could supply the deficiency. The event has more than justified my anticipation ; and the adoption of my books at Et

e event has more than justified my anticipation ; and the adoption of my books at Eton, Harrow, Rugby, Winchester, and mos

t is to keep up and extend the taste for classic literature, which in my opinion tends so strongly to refine, and at the s

now the opinions of the leading scholars of the continent ; and as to my own, as I advance them without dogmatism, I can s

future work ; the former has for many years engaged the attention of my friend Mr. St. John, whose enthusiasm for Greece

a subject — that of literary property — in which, from the nature of my works, I feel myself interested. As our silence i

thology should ever become general, the public would have no right to my book except on my own terms. The legitimate cours

r become general, the public would have no right to my book except on my own terms. The legitimate course, if these were e

author. Theirs indeed is but too often the lion’s share, as I know by my own experience. For the Outlines of History in La

l-will to the proprietors, some of whom are the publishers of most of my other works, but simply to let the world see how

ransfer to them all their rights if they have the power to do it. For my own part, I view the question with tolerable indi

able indifference, as even under the present law I know how to extend my copyright. My books, thank Heaven and the liberal

the liberality of the gentlemen at whose office they are printed, are my own. When the booksellers had refused the present

of mere fiction, the chief Tecumseh says (vol. iii. 234), «The Sun is my father and the Earth is my mother, and I repose o

Tecumseh says (vol. iii. 234), «The Sun is my father and the Earth is my mother, and I repose on her bosom.» It would ther

loyed for the other. Thus in Homer438 Penelope says, Why, herald, is my son gone ? for no need Had he to mount the swift-

inger, come : Thyself and child, Persephoneia fair, Grant freely, for my song, the means of life. But I will think of thee

k Of continents. But may the blissful gods Themselves the meed due to my song bestow1437 MYTHOLOGY OF GREECE. Pa

e, “long ago, not lately, how it was ; and I will tell it to you all, my friends.” He relates the circumstance of the negl

mbiguous terms conveyed the relief : “Cut a head” — “of an onion from my garden” subjoined the king, — “of a man” — “the t

of your heart will throw a veil over the weakness which thus betrays my youthful ardour into a public avowal of that este

m some water to quench her thirst, saying to them, “You will preserve my life;” but the Lycians, instigated by Juno, refus

he charming lyre; Sweet notes and heavenly numbers I inspire. Sure is my bow, unerring is my dart, But ah! more deadly his

eet notes and heavenly numbers I inspire. Sure is my bow, unerring is my dart, But ah! more deadly his, who pierc’d my hea

is my bow, unerring is my dart, But ah! more deadly his, who pierc’d my heart. Med’cine is mine; what herbs and simples g

be, and thither we will conduct you.” —  “Naxos,” replied the god “is my home.” Bacchus burst into tears, and the mariners

n horns, and Bacchus thou shalt be.” Ovid. “When gay Bacchus fills my breast, All my cares are lul’d to rest, Rich I se

cchus thou shalt be.” Ovid. “When gay Bacchus fills my breast, All my cares are lul’d to rest, Rich I seem as Lydia’s k

Rich I seem as Lydia’s king, Merry catch or ballad sing; Ivy wreaths my temples shade, Ivy that will never fade: Thus I s

phone A dreadful murmur sends.” “My helmet let Bellona bring; Terror my traces fit; And, panic Fear, do thou the rapid dr

oke, A thousand bleeding hearts her pow’r invoke.” Cupid. “Thou art my strength, O son, and power alone.” Venus. “Youn

out me bore, And too much plenty has confirm’d me poor. O that I from my much loved self could go! A strange request, yet

ll that has been, all that shall be, and no mortal has ever taken off my veil.” Their theology had, therefore, two signifi

pt in mystic night. I was rock’d in giants’ cradle,     Giants’ lore my wisdom gave; I have known both good and evil,    

e. She was a great sorceress. See Jason. “Now to Medæa’s dragons fix my reins.” F. Lewis. “Let not Medea draw her murd

s fix’d a tip-toe Mercury.” Lloyd, 1750. “Then fiery expedition be my wing, Jove’s Mercury, and herald for a king.” “Be

er took up arms but in the cause of justice. “Forbear, said Nemesis, my loss to moan, The fainting, trembling hand was mi

when he reached the summit, his punishment was perpetual. “I turned my eye, and as I turned, surveyed A mournful vision!

ies which press hard on many thinkers. It has raised and strengthened my faith in the goodness of God, and has justified t

er one the stars have risen and set, Sparkling upon the hoar-frost of my chain; The Bear, that prowled all night about the

rest have I, nor respite. I no sooner Unclasp the winged sandals from my feet, Than I again must clasp them, and depart Up

urdered with many arrows, from which a bush has grown, nourished with my blood.” Æneas recollected that Polydore was a you

divine. Inspir’d by thee, the combat I require, My bosom kindles, and my soul’s on fire. Pitt’s Virgil. Chap. IV. [Ve

pt in mystic night. I was rock’d in giants’ cradle,     Giants’ lore my wisdom gave; I have known both good and evil,    

en I meet the doom thy laws assign, It nothing grieves me. Had I left my brother, From my own mother sprung, on the bare e

m thy laws assign, It nothing grieves me. Had I left my brother, From my own mother sprung, on the bare earth To lie unbur