ing and queen who had three daughters. The elder two were pretty, but not amiable, so that they had an ill-natured look, an

t they had an ill-natured look, and their friends on that account did not much admire their beauty. The youngest sister was

dominions lay hear their father’s kingdom. The parents of Psyche were not very wise persons, they loved their little daught

their daughter with Venus, but Psyche was perfectly innocent, and did not deserve to be punished for the folly of her fathe

other,” would you afflict poor Psyche. Has she despised you? Does she not bring flowers and doves to your altar, and sing h

uth.    Cupid, when he saw in Psyche’s sweet mild eyes that she would not harm any living thing, and that she loved whateve

nnical, cruel gods. As he flew upward, Cupid thought it might be well not to tell his mother of his intention to disobey he

She might, perhaps, employ some other minister of her will, who could not feel the same kindness for Psyche that he did; so

erning Psyche, and his desire to possess her himself. Harpocrates did not speak in reply, but he descended from his throne,

was covered with a veil, he only determined to hide his own plans. —  Not to tell his mother his intentions concerning Psyc

ed husband should find her and marry her. The parents of Psyche dared not disobey the oracle, but they were thrown into gre

ust quit the dwelling of her father, and be forced to marry, she knew not whom, she was not so distressed as some timid gir

ing of her father, and be forced to marry, she knew not whom, she was not so distressed as some timid girls would have been

o a delightful palace in the midst of a garden in one of the islands, not far from the place where she now is.” Somnus inst

ceased, and a voice from some unseen person thus addressed her: “Fear not , beautiful Psyche, I am come according to the dec

words, and you will be happy.” Psyche listened — she felt very sorry not to see the face of him who addressed her. His voi

grateful to you for it” This request was very reasonable. Cupid could not refuse Psyche the pleasure of seeing her sisters,

r, caused her to shudder all over; and, starting up, she ran she knew not whither, nor did she stop till she found herself

sought him, and urged him to tell her the truth. At first Cupid would not open his lips, but when his mother importuned him

she confessed she had been guilty of that unworthy design — she could not excuse herself — she was sincerely sorry, but she

ur from her. Venus was inflexible; all the contrition of Psyche could not move her purpose to afflict her; and she was prep

that no hope remained to her; that if gods persecuted, mortals could not save her; when Venus again appeared. She struck P

wool from the back of one of those sheep.” Psyche instantly set off, not daring to hope she should ever reach the top of t

me she obtained the lock of wool, and presented it to Venus. This did not satisfy her persecutor; she next commanded her to

“Behold me, child of earth,” said the goddess to Psyche, “seest thou not the celestial, rosy red of my cheeks is faded. It

of the tower, the stones spoke, and commanded her to enter a cavern, not far distant, where she would descry a road that l

he might have presented the cosmetic to Venus without difficulty, had not Psyche committed a slight fault. As she was rapid

he spirits of light. Jupiter was persuaded by this consideration, and not only gave consent to the marriage of Cupid and Ps

He next informed all the gods that his son had declared that he could not enjoy heaven itself if he were there to be depriv

er opposed his sovereign will,) that they should be united. Venus was not much pleased with this decision, but she could no

united. Venus was not much pleased with this decision, but she could not dispute the fiat of Jove, and so she was forced t

re very wise people. Mother. They were very wise in many things, but not wise in their religion. Ann. Do the people of Gr

hip Jupiter and the other false gods and goddesses? Mother. They did not know better. They had not been told, like the Heb

false gods and goddesses? Mother. They did not know better. They had not been told, like the Hebrews, that there was one t

fair, like Cyane; take it, it will become thy white bosom — but nay, not this for thee; I will give this to Cytheris; her

ing towards them. In it was seated a majestic figure, of a stern, but not frightful countenance; his bright keen eyes were

.” “It is indeed the gloomy Pluto,” cried Proserpine, and she stood, not knowing whether to fly or to await the awful deit

fixed fondly upon hers, “I am come hither, fairest of Sicilian maids, not to harm, but to bless thee — to make thee my quee

ll, and chosen thee. Come, then, with me, and be my queen.” “Hear him not ,” cried Cyane; “come with me; let us away. If you

she cried. “Virgins, my friends, do you forsake me?” But Pluto heeded not ; nor was Proserpine unwilling to be carried off.

ngs to her memory? Conversation: Ann and her Mother. Ann. I am not quite satisfied with this story, mother, of Prose

is true or false; so ignorant people believe what is false, and will not believe what is true, always. I once beard of a m

will not believe what is true, always. I once beard of a man who did not believe that water could be changed to ice. Ann.

. But the man might have seen it himself. Mother. No; that man could not have seen it. He lived in a very hot country, whe

He lived in a very hot country, where it never freezes; and so he did not believe that it was possible. The change from wat

ughter awaited her. Where to look for her, the distracted mother knew not . She went to all the places in which she knew tha

struction, but mine is to bestow comfort and happiness. Oh that I had not lost the dearest object I possessed myself — my d

ave your daughter,” answered Jupiter to her supplication, “if she has not tasted food, in the kingdom of Pluto; but if she

the Elysian fields, she had plucked a pomegranate and eat it. It does not appear that Proserpine was honest enough to tell

enough to tell the truth to her mother or to Pluto; she hoped she had not been seen, but one Ascalaphus saw her eating the

icily, she seemed like a common woman, and the peasants of Sicily did not take her for a goddess. It is related that one ni

, watching the pot, when Ceres came into the house and seated herself not far off. Becubo offered Ceres a dish of the polen

n what shall I do?” Ceres was very angry with the boy, though it does not appear that he was more greedy and selfish than s

a look of displeasure. His mother exclaimed, “Be silent, boy; are you not ashamed. This poor woman is weary, and almost fam

isfying hunger which God has afforded to the people of Italy. You did not know before, that chestnuts formed a large part o

la. In the early ages of Greece, the whole province of Attica was not governed by the kings of Athens; and the rude peo

hus forced to remove to the town for safety, and even there they were not protected from the Attic robbers. At the time to

t he must call upon some other king to punish the robbers, for he was not able to do it himself. He sent all the way to Thr

ales of the sea; and if we should leave him with his nurse, we should not be happy away from him. Will it not be better for

ave him with his nurse, we should not be happy away from him. Will it not be better for me to go, and bring your sister hit

ed to submit to her husband’s wishes. She was a dutiful wife, and did not set up her own will against his. She readily cons

Pandion received him kindly; but the old king wept because Tereus had not brought Progne with him. Tereus told him the reas

ce on a visit to her sister. Pandion loved Philomela dearly; he could not bear to be separated from her; and he only shook

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

ut, my child, do not forget me. Recollect your promise, that you will not dwell long in that northern land. Let not the lov

your promise, that you will not dwell long in that northern land. Let not the love of your sister, nor the winning ways of

your aged and solitary parent weeps daily for you — weeps that you do not walk by his side, nor sit with him at his table.

rine deities. The winds were propitious, and the voyage to Thrace was not long; but in the course of it, the wicked Tereus

Progne, and when he saw Philomela, he preferred her; though he could not have her for a wife while her sister lived. Tereu

h he could not have her for a wife while her sister lived. Tereus did not exactly know how to get rid of Progne, but he tho

er when it pleased him. Poor Philomela, when she left the vessel, did not know any thing of this vile plan, but cheerfully

he felt a strange alarm at her situation. Fatigued with her walk, and not knowing what was about to befall her, she sat dow

own and burst into tears. Tereus said, pretending to comfort her, “Do not weep, lovely Philomela; no harm is intended you.

demanded of Tereus to set her at liberty. “Base man,” she cried, “did not you promise my father to be kind to me, and to re

you promise my father to be kind to me, and to restore me to him? Did not I trust myself to you without fear; and now do yo

trust myself to you without fear; and now do you betray me? If you do not release me; if you do not convey me to my sister,

t fear; and now do you betray me? If you do not release me; if you do not convey me to my sister, these woods shall ring wi

ster, these woods shall ring with my cries. Surely the just gods will not forsake me. Know, false wretch, they will sooner

d embroidery, and made pictures that represented facts. As they could not write, they conveyed messages and recorded histor

ison-house of her sister, and with their help to set her free. It was not difficult to do this. On a certain day, a great n

d her Mother Ann. This story would be agreeable enough if it were not for the unhappy end of it, and the bad actions it

the bad actions it describes. I like to read stories of the good, and not of the bad. Mother. And I like to have you read

the unworthy conduct of the bad, you honour the good more. Ann. I do not know of any men so bad as Tereus, or any women so

hey so bad then? Mother. As I have told you before, because they did not know better. Ann. How do we know any better than

er? Mother. The Bible has taught us better. It teaches us, you know, not to kill or injure our fellow creatures. Ann. Yes

ur fellow creatures. Ann. Yes, the sixth commandment is, “Thou shalt not kill.” Did the Greeks have that commandment? Mot

at commandment? Mother. No; God gave it to the Hebrews, and they did not associate with the Greeks at that time. Besides,

ou, and they are revolting accounts of uncivilized men, but they were not worse than the Hebrews in many respects. There wa

s tell his wife that it was a long voyage to Athens from Thrace? I do not think it a long voyage. Mother. It is not a long

o Athens from Thrace? I do not think it a long voyage. Mother. It is not a long distance, not much more than two hundred m

I do not think it a long voyage. Mother. It is not a long distance, not much more than two hundred miles, in what is call

iles, in what is called an air-line; but then the vessels in use were not like ours; and so ill-contrived and ill-managed w

iracles done by Paul and Silas, they called them Jupiter and Mercury. Not far from Lystra was the province of Phrygia. Ther

o other guests;” a second answered their application by saying, “I do not like your appearance; people must be careful nowa

en beds4 which Vulcan had constructed for them, if a poor cottage had not attracted their notice. It was low, and its roof

and Philemon, an aged and a happy pair. They were poor, but they did not desire to be rich. They had no servants to comman

e was an old pitcher of red pottery, stained black in sundry figures, not ungraceful. On each side of the pitcher were plac

rcury made a supper which even their godships relished, though it was not ambrosia. But eggs and bacon, and cabbage, and ol

it was not ambrosia. But eggs and bacon, and cabbage, and olives, did not satisfy the liberality of Baucis; those removed,

cious and beautiful, and their voices mild and sweet toned. “They are not men,” said Philemon to Baucis, softly; “come with

e cottage. There they conferred, and there they prayed that good, and not evil, might follow this strange visit. “It become

is my will to bring destruction upon an impious people, but you shall not be involved in their punishment. Trust the gods;

why they had no glass windows in their cottage, as I suppose they had not , for their room was dark till the fire blazed. M

other. Glass was known two thousand years ago, but glass windows have not been in fashion in Europe more than three hundred

ry fine houses which were in Greece and Rome. Those fine houses could not have been very comfortable without glass windows.

ld not have been very comfortable without glass windows. Mother. No; not so convenient as ours. Their windows, or casement

with open windows; but when the weather was disagreeable, they could not enjoy the light of day. Ann. I think Baucis and

st, and industrious, and who love each other, are happy. Luxuries are not necessary to happiness. Ann. What are luxuries?

wash the feet of strangers among the ancients? Ann. Because they did not wear stockings, nor properly shoes, but sandals,

sandals, which were only a sole laced on the foot; and travellers did not ride; they walked in the dust, and their limbs we

never beard a nightingale sing; have you? Mother. The nightingale is not known in America. She has been celebrated in all

ic warbler. (Her mother gives her a book, and Ann reads.) “Thou wast not born for death, immortal bird!    No hungry gener

he was industrious and modest. In some of the statues of her, she was not drawn in her military costume, or apparel, but in

ake a younger member, he was sometimes refused, because the elder was not chosen. Mercury did not conform to this custom. W

was sometimes refused, because the elder was not chosen. Mercury did not conform to this custom. When he first entered the

which dazzled every beholder. Envy, as she advanced toward her, could not bear the sight of this noble form. But she arose,

re on her sunken cheeks. Minerva, who was all goodness herself, could not converse without pain with so spiteful a being, t

and withdrew instantly from the room. What was become of him she knew not . She supposed he might be gone to torment Herse.

;8 and these were expected to see her safe home again. Aglauria could not sleep quietly; she dreamed that she saw her siste

lf respects marriage vows. If Herse is once married to a man, he will not break their union. Aglauria then took her way to

true? Mother. Yes; all stories have some truth in them, or we should not like them. Ann. Why not? Mother. Because every

tories have some truth in them, or we should not like them. Ann. Why not ? Mother. Because every body loves truth. Ann. B

different. A fiction must have some truth mixed with it, or we should not like it we call a story impossible, when it canno

story impossible, when it cannot be true; and improbable, when it is not very likely to be true. Ann. What part of the st

people were they of Attica? Mother. They were very ignorant, and did not know how to build good houses, nor to make good c

d sell property; and he taught them a great deal more, which they did not know before. Cecrops had learned this in Egypt, w

ods? Mother. Yes, though they called them by different names. Do you not remember that the Pierian princess said, in her s

lls up absent or dead persons, and does other wonders, which he could not do without it Mercury’s caduceus, when he touched

d, we must try to be good, or we shall be punished; and that if we do not try we shall grow worse and worse, till we shall

nd that if we do not try we shall grow worse and worse, till we shall not care whether we are good or not. That is being tu

l grow worse and worse, till we shall not care whether we are good or not . That is being turned to stone, or having “a hear

to him for advice; and he would tell them what to do when they could not determine for themselves, and make peace between

Juno, who you know was the god’s wife, had a dispute; and they could not settle it, so they went to Tiresias, and said he

be old, if he could be kept from seeing himself; and, then, that was not so difficult a matter as it would be at this time

ut the image disappeared, and he emerged disappointed and despairing. Not long after, he died of grief; and when the young

h grieved, and he sent his son Cadmus to search for her. Cadmus could not find Europa, and he did not like to return to his

on Cadmus to search for her. Cadmus could not find Europa, and he did not like to return to his father without her; therefo

to his father without her; therefore he went into Greece, but he did not know where to fix himself till he had prayed to t

urned, and killed them all. Cadmus, after long wondering why they did not return, became seriously alarmed, and went to loo

the sharp point of his lance. But Cadmus was now alone; and he could not build a city alone, nor find inhabitants for it.

o contain thirty thousand inhabitants. Cadmus was a good king; he did not love war; he tried to make his people wise and ha

y eyes, and a body covered with scales, which swords and spears could not penetrate. Ann. Did the stories of dragons mean

trees which surrounded the fountain were sacred to Diana, and it was not permitted to any man to enter her domain. Diana w

est female deity, and she watched over modest young girls. Acteon did not know he had entered a consecrated grove, and he f

onsecrated grove, and he fell asleep there, through weariness. He had not slumbered long, when he was awaked by dashing of

sis he had undergone. He was soon met by one of his own dogs, who did not know him, but at sight of him set up a violent ba

rhaps, when he was asleep, they tied Acteon’s hands, so that he could not defend himself, and then fastened upon him a stag

on, or care, in all that we do. If Acteon had been cautious, he would not have gone to sleep in a place which he did not kn

een cautious, he would not have gone to sleep in a place which he did not know to be safe. We cannot always know where we a

f they have injured or affronted us, to be moderate in our anger, and not punish them loo severely. Tisiphone in the pal

Cadmus, was married to Athamas, who had a little kingdom of his own, not far from Thebes. Bacchus, the god of wine, was th

nd were beloved by their subjects, to whom they were very kind. It is not easy to make those unhappy who are amiable, and w

enter there, With tail and bended ear he fawning soothes: But suffers not that they with backward step Repass. Whoe’er woul

rks; on them Springs from his couch, and pitiless devours.” Juno was not much inclined to pass the triple-headed monster;

nd for this falsehood was sentenced to the eternally revolving wheel. Not far from the wheel was a group of distressed look

a luxurious house, and is surrounded with delightful things. But envy not his happiness; his enjoyments are of short durati

il that you and the foul Tisiphone can bring upon him.” Juno answered not , but followed her guides to a dark nook beyond Ta

sanity was such as afflicts other men; but the people of that age did not consider it a disease, as it was; they supposed i

have killed his wife and child. Ann. Yes, because insane persons do not know what they do. What made the ancients think t

tory describes Juno and the fury Tisiphone? Mother. Because they did not know any better. They saw that men committed crim

ought evils upon mankind. Ann. Did every body believe that? Mother. Not every body, I think. Some people thought the gods

when persons wished to commend a man very much, they would say, he is not the son of a man, but of a god, as they said that

hey said that Perseus was the son of Jupiter; and also, when they did not know who a person’s father was, they said he was

hemselves, and behaved in a very unseemly manner. Though Pentheus was not instructed in true religion, he knew that religio

s worship is serious and solemn, and that noise and drunkenness could not be acceptable to a god. Pentheus should have told

nd Autonoe. Though Pentheus thought he was effectually hidden, he did not escape the searching eyes of the Bacchantes. They

of leaves. They soon discovered Pentheus in the tree, though they did not recognise him, and in their rage dragged him down

xicated, and thus they excused their folly. Agave and her sisters did not perceive who it was they had killed, and they cut

f such conduct; she beat her breast, and tore her hair, but she could not restore life to the dead. Cadmus grieved bitterly

describes vary shocking conduct. Mother. But the shocking conduct is not all it describes. Does it show no goodness? Ann.

grandson. Mother. And what think you of Pentheus? Ann. That he was not very prudent to hide himself where the Menades he

mit the worst of crimes. I am glad that men and women at this time do not worship false gods, and that they have been taugh

r he had a compassionate heart. “Young stranger,” said he to her, “do not despair; you are not among barbarians. A king mor

ate heart. “Young stranger,” said he to her, “do not despair; you are not among barbarians. A king more merciful than Acris

Polydectes, our king, will receive and protect you, I know.” “I know not Polydectes, nor the way to his house,” said Danæ,

lady, and then at her husband, as she saw them approach near, but did not speak a word. Dictys put the babe into her arms,

fatigue, she found rest and refreshment. Danæ and her little boy did not remain long in the fisherman’s hut. Dictys went t

ut Polydectes, though he had been very kind to Dana; and her son, did not love Perseus when he had grown up to be a man. Pe

l me, because they love him; so I should gain nothing by that. I will not do so; I will, however, drive him from my palace:

s would bring a fine horse, and present it to the king. Perseus could not procure such a horse; but he thought of another p

imagine why the image of her deformity, seen in, that mirror, should not kill him as well as the sight of the gorgon herse

l him as well as the sight of the gorgon herself; but it seems it did not . Taking advantage of her sleeping posture, Perseu

at king, a son of Jupiter. Descended from the immortal gods, you will not refuse me hospitality. With your permission, I wi

yest an instant, I will thrust thee out with my own hands.” Atlas did not wait to be obeyed, but immediately aimed at Perse

did he return it; he only uncovered the fatal head, and Atlas stood, not a man, but a rock. An accumulation of earth, says

urned home, you must chain her to a rock which projects into the sea, not far from your palace; and that monster which has

by saying, “The monster will come hither at noon, and then” She could not say more, but burst into tears. Perseus tried to

the king of Seriphus, to bring him the head of Medusa, though I could not have travelled to her dwelling, but for the wings

o Perseus; “You have taken another man’s bride. It may be that you do not know the perfidy of her father and mother. They g

asked her in marriage; yet, regardless of their own promise, they did not wait for me to claim her, but have bestowed her u

the Ægis. Phineus, seeing the bride and bridegroom were escaped, did not spare the adherents of Perseus; and the latter, f

and the latter, from his place of retreat, seeing their danger, would not permit them to be slain in his cause. He rushed f

. He rushed from his concealment, seized the Medusa’s head, which was not far off, and exposing it in view of his enemies,

his beautiful wife in the cabin of Dictys. Her ancient benefactor was not forgotten. When she fled from the palace of Polyd

is humble home, where Aglauria still lived. Danæ and her children did not long remain in the cottage of the fisherman. Pers

ew it was easy to punish Polydectes, for his base conduct, and he did not long delay. He had only to expose to the sight of

As soon as Polydectes saw it, he was petrified to death. Perseus was not inclined to reign in Seriphus, so he placed Dicty

ring. That head was afterward attached to the shield, but Minerva did not always carry it about; only when she designed to

f truth when I think of her. If I should draw a figure like hers, and not call it by her name, but should call it Truth, I

to see them. Poets used to pray to them; and they fancied they could not make good verses, unless one of the Muses would a

grove, and exerted themselves to entertain her. Calliope related that not far from the place where they were seated, in the

er into competition with any but the children of earth. “And did they not heed your counsel?” asked Minerva. “No; they were

her. With a quiver full of arrows, he attacked the Python, but he did not kill him till he had shot away every one of his a

the woods. Apollo told him, contemptuously, that bows and arrows did not suit his weak hands: that he should leave them to

t, but neither his beauty nor his eloquence pleased Daphne; she would not listen to him, though he urged her with tender en

“Stay, lovely Daphne,” he exclaimed; “you fly from me because you do not know who I am. I am not a shepherd of the mountai

he exclaimed; “you fly from me because you do not know who I am. I am not a shepherd of the mountains, but the son of Jupit

ic and of healing; stay, and listen my lyre.” Daphne heard, but would not be detained. Fleet as the fearful fawn, she hurri

and striking his radiant forehead, exclaimed, “O, Daphne, thou canst not be my bride, but thou shalt be my favourite tree.

nt heads, with garlands plucked from thy branches. Time and age shall not wither thy foliage, but thy verdure shall be at o

tive way of speaking, when one word, like “laurels,” means glory, and not literally, or as the word is, laurels. Mother. Y

singularly fine prospect. Ann. Who made the statue? Mother. That is not known. About three hundred years ago, it was dug

ll have been finished, you must return to something useful. Ann. Are not these useful? Mother; Yes; they will enable you t

or the absence of his daughter Io, who had withdrawn herself, he knew not whither. Io was a priestess of Juno, and served i

eat favourite in Arcadia. Pan accosted the modest Syrinx, but she did not reply to him; she only ran away. Pan ran after he

e importance and dignity of their relations and ancestors: but we are not more worthy on account of our good fortune, or mo

ness, knowledge, and amiable manners, alone entitle us to praise, but not to self-praise, only to the approbation and estee

he gods; you, Phæton, cannot boast of so glorious an origin.” “I know not why,” replied Phæton; “my father was Apollo, the

most graceful, beautiful, and accomplished of all divinities.” “I do not ,” retorted Epaphus, “dispute the perfections of A

torted Epaphus, “dispute the perfections of Apollo; but perhaps he is not your father. Did he acknowledge that you were his

l instantly go to her, and tell her that you dispute her word, and do not believe that I am, like yourself, descended from

enderness, I am sure; he will comfort you. The taunts of mortals will not disturb your repose, when you are assured of the

orld, and which mortal vision, save the eye of the mighty eagle could not meet undazzled. Phæton, thus encouraged, approach

ould restrain them. “Audacious young man,” replied the god; “you know not what you ask. To conduct the flaming car of day i

ies in constant and contrary motion.” Phæton heard Apollo, but he was not moved by his remonstrances. “Remember thy oath, m

ship of Vulcan, and diffused myriads of bright rays, even when it was not occupied by the god, who was himself the very spi

t of day, and the gods assembling around him, entreated that he would not leave the earth in darkness. But Apollo only answ

ora, attended by the Hours, and taken from the original of Guido, are not very rare in this country. Guido’s painting is th

y, you must know that, previous to the birth of her children, she had not a dwelling, and Terra refused her one, so that sh

ng upon you. “If a mortal deserves your homage, behold your queen; is not she worthy of your veneration? — the daughter of

na. ‘Hard-hearted wretches! behold these innocent children; they have not tasted water this day!’ “‘The countrymen only lau

public processions, upon females of the highest class, at Athens, was not assigned to domestic slaves usually, but to the m

re are twenty such. But how is mythology to be taught to one who does not learn it through the medium of the languages of G

learning which relates wholly to false marvels and obsolete faiths is not to be expected of the general reader in a practic

e can be spared for set treatises on a science of mere fancy. But may not the requisite knowledge of the subject be acquire

nt authorities, so that when the reader finds them referred to he may not be at a loss to recognize the reference. Thus we

at a loss to recognize the reference. Thus we hope to teach mythology not as a study, but as a relaxation from study; to gi

sical legends in this book are derived from Ovid and Virgil. They are not literally translated, for, in the author’s opinio

from the language itself, and omitting those amplifications which are not suited to the altered form. The Northern mytholog

sary to complete the subject, though it is believed these topics have not usually been presented in the same volume with th

d parts of stories as are offensive to pure taste and good morals are not given. But such stories are not often referred to

ive to pure taste and good morals are not given. But such stories are not often referred to, and if they occasionally shoul

eel no mortification in confessing his ignorance of them. Our book is not for the learned, nor for the theologian, nor for

Greece and Rome are extinct. The so-called divinities of Olympus have not a single worshipper among living men. They belong

lympus have not a single worshipper among living men. They belong now not to the department of theology, but to those of li

and vivified all things, producing life and joy. Saturn and Rhea were not the only Titans. There were others, whose names w

s, thence by Saturn driven.” The representations given of Saturn are not very consistent; for on the one hand his reign is

s,) the god of wine, was the son of Jupiter and Semele. He represents not only the intoxicating power of wine, but its soci

te the liveliest interest of man, its inhabitant. The ancient pagans, not having the information on the subject which we de

ings. Earth, sea, ad air were all mixed up together; so the earth was not solid, the sea was not fluid, and the air was not

r were all mixed up together; so the earth was not solid, the sea was not fluid, and the air was not transparent. God and N

r; so the earth was not solid, the sea was not fluid, and the air was not transparent. God and Nature at last interposed, a

took the lowest place, and buoyed up the earth. Here some god — it is not known which — gave his good offices in arranging

of the land. But a nobler animal was wanted, and Man was made. It is not known whether the Creator made him of divine mate

he arts and to coin money, the means of trade and commerce. Woman was not yet made. The story (absurd enough!) is that Jupi

d happiness, called the Golden Age. Truth and right prevailed, though not enforced by law, nor was there any magistrate to

w, nor was there any magistrate to threaten or punish. The forest had not yet been robbed of its trees to furnish timbers f

en Age, more savage of temper, and readier to the strife of arms, yet not altogether wicked. The hardest and worst was the

tivated in common, began to be divided off into possessions. Men were not satisfied with what the surface produced, but mus

d, were produced. War sprang up, using both as weapons; the guest was not safe in his friend’s house; and sons-in-law and f

w and fathers-in-law, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives, could not trust one another. Sons wished their fathers dead

low; the year’s labor of the husbandman perishes in an hour. Jupiter, not satisfied with his own waters, calls on his broth

igers struggle in the water. The strength of the wild boar serves him not , nor his swiftness the stag. The birds fall with

th astonishment. Pyrrha first broke silence: “We cannot obey; we dare not profane the remains of our parents.” They sought

    The sufferings of mortality,     Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise; What was thy pity’s

and the chain; All that the proud can feel of pain; The agony they do not show; The suffocating sense of woe. “Thy godlike

epulse     Of thine impenetrable spirit, Which earth and heaven could not convulse,     A mighty lesson we inherit.” Byro

unt Parnassus. Apollo slew him with his arrows — weapons which he had not before used against any but feeble animals, hares

ot race was crowned with a wreath of beech leaves; for the laurel was not yet adopted by Apollo as his own tree. The famous

ity.” Apollo and Daphne. Daphne was Apollo’s first love. It was not brought about by accident, but by the malice of C

kindle up your flames, as you call them, where you will, but presume not to meddle with my weapons.” Venus’s boy heard the

d longed to obtain her; and he who gives oracles to all the world was not wise enough to look into his own fortunes. He saw

arranged?” He saw her eyes bright as stars; he saw her lips, and was not satisfied with only seeing them. He admired her h

still. He followed her; she fled, swifter than the wind, and delayed not a moment at his entreaties. “Stay,” said he, “dau

moment at his entreaties. “Stay,” said he, “daughter of Peneus; I am not a foe. Do not fly me as a lamb flies the wolf, or

entreaties. “Stay,” said he, “daughter of Peneus; I am not a foe. Do not fly me as a lamb flies the wolf, or a dove the ha

dgment.   That Apollo should be the god both of music and poetry will not appear strange, but that medicine should also be

r applies it to the case of one whose amatory verses, though they did not soften the heart of his mistress, yet won for the

— “Yet what he sung in his immortal strain, Though unsuccessful, was not sung in vain. All but the nymph that should redre

ve married, but their parents forbade. One thing, however, they could not forbid — that love should glow with equal ardor i

o one had remarked it before, but the lovers discovered it. What will not love discover! It afforded a passage to the voice

ruel wall,” they said, “why do you keep two lovers apart? But we will not be ungrateful. We owe you, we confess, the privil

he guilty cause, in tempting thee forth to a place of such peril, and not being myself on the spot to guard thee. Come fort

he fruit. By this time Thisbe, still trembling with fear, yet wishing not to disappoint her lover, stepped cautiously forth

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

prevent my joining thee. And ye, unhappy parents of us both, deny us not our united request. As love and death have joined

ugh whose small holes this dangerous pair     May see each other, but not kiss.” In Mickle’s translation of the Lusiad occ

easure, saying, “Go, ungrateful mortal, keep your wife, whom, if I am not much mistaken, you will one day be very sorry you

n he darted off, quicker than their eye could follow him. If they had not seen his footprints in the sand they would have t

and game stop instantly. The heavenly powers who had given both were not willing that either should conquer. In the very a

nted away. Presently recovering, she said, “It cannot be true; I will not believe it unless I myself am a witness to it.” S

m the earth, strove to stanch the blood, and called her to revive and not to leave him miserable, to reproach himself with

ed kindness at your hands, my husband, grant me this last request; do not marry that odious Breeze!” This disclosed the who

her husband had raised a cloud to hide some of his doings that would not bear the light. She brushed away the cloud, and s

fe; yet how refuse so trifling a present as a simple heifer? He could not , without exciting suspicion; so he consented. The

uld not, without exciting suspicion; so he consented. The goddess was not yet relieved of her suspicions; so she delivered

peacock, where they remain to this day. But the vengeance of Juno was not yet satiated. She sent a gadfly to torment Io, wh

he Nile. At length Jupiter interceded for her, and upon his promising not to pay her any more attentions Juno consented to

aws to beg for mercy, and felt that Jove was unkind, though she could not tell him so. Ah, how often, afraid to stay in the

the huntress queen, Diana. In the extremity of the valley was a cave, not adorned with art, but nature had counterfeited ar

f away, and sought with a sudden impulse for her arrows. As they were not at hand, she dashed the water into the face of th

ar took the place of his former boldness, and the hero fled. He could not but admire his own speed; but when he saw his hor

to cry out, “I am Actæon; recognize your master!” but the words came not at his will. The air resounded with the bark of t

f the pack came up and buried their teeth in his flesh. He groaned, —  not in a human voice, yet certainly not in a stag’s, 

teeth in his flesh. He groaned, — not in a human voice, yet certainly not in a stag’s, — and falling on his knees, raised h

s too much. They were all around him, rending and tearing; and it was not till they had torn his life out that the anger of

tory: “Some countrymen of Lycia once insulted the goddess Latona, but not with impunity. When I was young, my father, who h

children, as it happened, were stretching out their arms. “Who would not have been moved with these gentle words of the go

ir rudeness; they even added jeers and threats of violence if she did not leave the place. Nor was this all. They waded int

ces in railing, and though they have the water all to themselves, are not ashamed to croak in the midst of it. Their voices

k falsely, let this be the last time I behold his light. But it needs not much labor to go and inquire for yourself; the la

s sat upon the rocks and dried their sea-green hair. Their faces were not all alike, nor yet unlike, — but such as sisters’

ead, bade him approach, and embracing him, said, “My son, you deserve not to be disowned, and I confirm what your mother ha

“this only request I would fain deny. I beg you to withdraw it. It is not a safe boon, nor one, my Phaëton, suited to your

eyond a mortal’s power. In your ignorance you aspire to do that which not even the gods themselves may do. None but myself

themselves may do. None but myself may drive the flaming car of day. Not even Jupiter, whose terrible right arm hurls the

ains most precious — ask it and fear no refusal. This only I pray you not to urge. It is not honor, but destruction you see

— ask it and fear no refusal. This only I pray you not to urge. It is not honor, but destruction you seek. Why do you hang

ast enough of their own accord; the labor is to hold them in. You are not to take the straight road directly between the fi

the skies and the earth may each receive their due share of heat, go not too high, or you will burn the heavenly dwellings

rush headlong and leave the travelled road. He is alarmed, and knows not how to guide them; nor, if he knew, has he the po

l whence he began his course, now to the realms of sunset which he is not destined to reach. He loses his self-command, and

ich he is not destined to reach. He loses his self-command, and knows not what to do, — whether to draw tight the reins or

es, and the smoke was of a pitchy darkness. He dashed forward he knew not whither. Then, it is believed, the people of Æthi

uds over the earth, and hurls the forked lightnings. But at that time not a cloud was to be found to interpose for a screen

Phaëton, Struck by Jove’s thunder, rests beneath this stone. He could not rule his father’s car of fire, Yet was it much so

uld be changed into gold. Bacchus consented, though sorry that he had not made a better choice. Midas went his way, rejoici

. He dissented, and questioned the justice of the award. Apollo would not suffer such a depraved pair of ears any longer to

dress. But his hair-dresser of course knew the secret. He was charged not to mention it, and threatened with dire punishmen

l in Phrygia stands a linden tree and an oak, enclosed by a low wall. Not far from the spot is a marsh, formerly good habit

d all closed, for it was late, and the inhospitable inhabitants would not rouse themselves to open for their reception. At

and her husband Philemon, united when young, had grown old together. Not ashamed of their poverty, they made it endurable

made it endurable by moderate desires and kind dispositions. One need not look there for master or for servant; they two we

ll was ready, the stew, smoking hot, was set on the table. Some wine, not of the oldest, was added; and for dessert, apples

ish that one and the same hour may take us both from life, that I may not live to see her grave, nor be laid in my own by h

eft each other’s side: The chimney to a steeple grown, The jack would not be left alone; But up against the steeple reared,

ehold cares By a shrill voice at noon declares, Warning the cook-maid not to burn That roast meat which it cannot turn; The

escape? Seize the opportunity to extend your empire and mine. Do you not see that even in heaven some despise our power? M

and his child wept with her. Then said he, “Come with us, and despise not our humble roof; so may your daughter be restored

er nymph would have told the goddess all she had witnessed, but dared not , for fear of Pluto; so she only ventured to take

. Ceres, seeing this, was no longer in doubt of her loss, but she did not yet know the cause, and laid the blame on the inn

ountain Arethusa interceded for the land. “Goddess,” said she, “blame not the land; it opened unwillingly to yield a passag

ur daughter. 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

oached, I touched the water with my foot. I stepped in knee-deep, and not content with that, I laid my garments on the will

usa? I am Alpheus, the god of this stream.’ I ran, he pursued; he was not more swift than I, but he was stronger, and gaine

oked now this way and now that, and twice came close to me, but could not find me. ‘Arethusa! Arethusa!’ he cried. Oh, how

r. Jupiter consented on one condition, namely, that Proserpine should not during her stay in the lower world have taken any

of Proserpine in Paradise Lost, Book IV : —                         “ Not that fair field Of Enna where Proserpine gatherin

as a beautiful island in the river, a solitary spot, uninhabited, and not used for pasturage of cattle, nor ever visited by

one and all moved off to the water, plunged in, and swam away. He did not know what to make of this, whether some god had d

use your incantations, or potent herbs, if they are more prevailing, not to cure me of my love, — for that I do not wish, 

they are more prevailing, not to cure me of my love, — for that I do not wish, — but to make her share it and yield me a l

e it and yield me a like return.” To which Circe replied, for she was not insensible to the attractions of the sea-green de

t; you are worthy to be sought, instead of having to seek in vain. Be not diffident, know your own worth. I protest to you

though I be, and learned in the virtues of plants and spells, should not know how to refuse you. If she scorns you scorn h

love Scylla, and her alone.” The goddess was indignant, but she could not punish him, neither did she wish to do so, for sh

of serpents and barking monsters surrounding her! At first she could not imagine they were a part of herself, and tried to

to the sea, and there finds the body of Scylla, whom the goddess has not transformed but drowned. Glaucus learns that his

senses with so dense a breathing stuff Might seem a work of pain; so not enough Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt, A

id his hand upon it as if to assure himself whether it were living or not , and could not even then believe that it was only

n it as if to assure himself whether it were living or not, and could not even then believe that it was only ivory. He care

rings of pearls upon the breast. Her dress became her, and she looked not less charming than when unattired. He laid her on

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

l flowed and fell on her leaves, and while she could she spoke. “I am not guilty. I deserve not this fate. I have injured n

er leaves, and while she could she spoke. “I am not guilty. I deserve not this fate. I have injured no one. If I speak fals

r husband, and sister, and father. If you retain any love for me, let not the axe wound me, nor the flocks bite and tear my

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

rave towards the timid,” said she; “courage against the courageous is not safe. Beware how you expose yourself to danger an

ow you expose yourself to danger and put my happiness to risk. Attack not the beasts that Nature has armed with weapons. I

risk. Attack not the beasts that Nature has armed with weapons. I do not value your glory so high as to consent to purchas

by such exposure. Your youth, and the beauty that charms Venus, will not touch the hearts of lions and bristly boars. Thin

tched him dying upon the plain. Venus, in her swan-drawn chariot, had not yet reached Cyprus, when she heard coming up thro

, mine the crime. Would that I could die for thee! But since that may not be, thou shalt live with me in memory and in song

beautiful than the Tyrian sprang up, resembling the lily, if it were not that this is purple and that silvery white.7 And

it were not that this is purple and that silvery white.7 And this was not enough for Phœbus; but to confer still greater ho

he added, “dear husband, let me go with you, otherwise I shall suffer not only the real evils which you must encounter, but

was no less his own wish than hers to take her with him, but he could not bear to expose her to the dangers of the sea. He

him, and he sinks. The Day-star looked dim that night. Since it could not leave the heavens, it shrouded its face with clou

santly: that he might be safe; that he might come home; that he might not , in his absence, see any one that he would love b

as the only one destined to be granted. The goddess, at length, could not bear any longer to be pleaded with for one alread

mountain cave is the abode of the dull god, Somnus. Here Phœbus dares not come, either rising, at midday, or setting. Cloud

wreck.” Having delivered her message, Iris hasted away, for she could not longer endure the stagnant air, and as she felt d

tell you my fate. Arise! give me tears, give me lamentations, let me not go down to Tartarus unwept.” To these words Morph

rvants, alarmed by her cries, had brought a light. When she found him not , she smote her breast and rent her garments. She

found him not, she smote her breast and rent her garments. She cares not to unbind her hair, but tears it wildly. Her nurs

Halcyone is no more,” she answers, “she perished with her Ceyx. Utter not words of comfort, he is shipwrecked and dead. I h

ain him. His shade vanished, but it was the true shade of my husband. Not with the accustomed features, not with the beauty

t was the true shade of my husband. Not with the accustomed features, not with the beauty that was his, but pale, naked, an

is it was, this that my presaging mind foreboded, when I implored him not to leave me, to trust himself to the waves. Oh, h

hould be more cruel to myself than the sea has been to me. But I will not struggle, I will not be separated from thee, unha

o myself than the sea has been to me. But I will not struggle, I will not be separated from thee, unhappy husband. This tim

s time, at least, I will keep thee company. In death, if one tomb may not include us, one epitaph shall; if I may not lay m

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

shall; if I may not lay my ashes with thine, my name, at least, shall not be separated.” Her grief forbade more words, and

eem borrowed from the concluding part of this description, if it were not stated that the author derived the suggestion fro

, His head heaves with the heaving billow; That hand, whose motion is not life, Yet feebly seems to menace strife, Flung by

xcelled her in love of the garden and the culture of fruit. She cared not for forests and rivers, but loved the cultivated

trees that bear delicious apples. Her right hand bore for its weapon not a javelin, but a pruning-knife. Armed with this,

e twig and insert therein a graft, making the branch adopt a nursling not its own. She took care, too, that her favorites s

a nursling not its own. She took care, too, that her favorites should not suffer from drought, and led streams of water by

her passion; and she was free from that which Venus inspires. She was not without fear of the country people, and kept her

fear of the country people, and kept her orchard locked, and allowed not men to enter. The Fauns and Satyrs would have giv

d the fruit. “It does you credit, my dear,” she said, and kissed her, not exactly with an old woman’s kiss. She sat down on

or offer us but its useless leaves. And equally the vine, if it were not twined round the elm, would lie prostrate on the

twined round the elm, would lie prostrate on the ground. Why will you not take a lesson from the tree and the vine, and con

to unite yourself with some one? I wish you would. Helen herself had not more numerous suitors, nor Penelope, the wife of

, on my recommendation. I know him as well as he knows himself. He is not a wandering deity, but belongs to these mountains

eucer. He struggled long with his passion, but when he found he could not subdue it, he came a suppliant to her mansion. Fi

aughed at him, adding cruel words to her ungentle treatment, and gave not the slightest gleam of hope. “Iphis could not any

tle treatment, and gave not the slightest gleam of hope. “Iphis could not any longer endure the torments of hopeless love,

ity raised him and carried him home to his mother, for his father was not living. She received the dead body of her son, an

er body to become cold. Endeavoring to step back, she found she could not move her feet; trying to turn away her face, she

nd by degrees all her limbs became stony like her heart. That you may not doubt the fact, the statue still remains, and sta

of beauty over my illustrious rivals, Pallas and Juno. But she shall not so quietly usurp my honors. I will give her cause

ificent palace whose august front impressed the spectator that it was not the work of mortal hands, but the happy retreat o

te, and all closed in the wonderful harmony of a full chorus. She had not yet seen her destined husband. He came only in th

er. She often begged him to stay and let her behold him, but he would not consent. On the contrary he charged her to make n

nerally spent the daytime in hunting upon the mountains. The sisters, not satisfied with this reply, soon made her confess

lamp and a sharp knife; put them in concealment that your husband may not discover them, and when he is sound asleep, slip

orth your lamp, and see for yourself whether what they say is true or not . If it is, hesitate not to cut off the monster’s

for yourself whether what they say is true or not. If it is, hesitate not to cut off the monster’s head, and thereby recove

Psyche resisted these persuasions as well as she could, but they did not fail to have their effect on her mind, and when h

nto his first sleep, she silently rose and uncovering her lamp beheld not a hideous monster, but the most beautiful and cha

ace and gardens had vanished, and she found herself in the open field not far from the city where her sisters dwelt. She re

Zephyr to receive her and bear her to his lord; then leaping up, and not being sustained by Zephyr, fell down the precipic

onious murmurs, which seemed to say, “O maiden, severely tried, tempt not the dangerous flood, nor venture among the formid

ed to Venus with her arms full of the golden fleece; but she received not the approbation of her implacable mistress, who s

one of your own doings that you have succeeded in this task, and I am not satisfied yet that you have any capacity to make

beauty, for in tending her sick son she has lost some of her own.’ Be not too long on your errand, for I must paint myself

feet directly down to Erebus. Wherefore, to make no delay of what was not to be avoided, she goes to the top of a high towe

e box. “What,” said she, “shall I, the carrier of this divine beauty, not take the least bit to put on my cheeks to appear

t sense or motion. But Cupid, being now recovered from his wound, and not able longer to bear the absence of his beloved Ps

described, in which one of the characters personated is Psyche. “—— not in dark disguise to-night Hath our young heroine

a. Agenor commanded his son Cadmus to go in search of his sister, and not to return without her. Cadmus went and sought lon

ut her. Cadmus went and sought long and far for his sister, but could not find her, and not daring to return unsuccessful,

t and sought long and far for his sister, but could not find her, and not daring to return unsuccessful, consulted the orac

, contemplating its vast size, a voice was heard (from whence he knew not , but he heard it distinctly) commanding him to ta

epared to encounter a new enemy, but one of them said to him, “Meddle not with our civil war.” With that he who had spoken

asing was his shape, And lovely never since of serpent kind Lovelier; not those that in Illyria changed Hermione and Cadmus

by that name, down to this day. But the origin of the Myrmidons would not give one the idea of a fierce and bloody race, bu

stood open with its veins enlarged and gasped for the air. Men could not bear the heat of their clothes or their beds, but

eir beds, but preferred to lie on the bare ground; and the ground did not cool them, but, on the contrary, they heated the

erer from disease. Then they gave way to every inclination, and cared not to ask what was expedient, for nothing was expedi

ountains and drank till they died, without quenching thirst. Many had not strength to get away from the water, but died in

heir weariness of their sick beds that some would creep forth, and if not strong enough to stand, would die on the ground.

y seemed to hate their friends, and got away from their homes, as if, not knowing the cause of their sickness, they charged

o heaven. ‘O Jupiter,’ I said, ‘if thou art indeed my father, and art not ashamed of thy offspring, give me back my people,

trembled in every limb, yet I kissed the earth and the tree. I would not confess to myself that I hoped, yet I did hope. N

nd the city still held out, for it was decreed by fate that it should not be taken so long as a certain purple lock, which

with force in the discharge; if he drew his bow Apollo himself could not have done it more gracefully. But when he laid as

Minos. As she sat in the tower, she talked thus with herself: “I know not whether to rejoice or grieve at this sad war. I g

we shall be conquered; and if that must be the end of it, why should not love unbar the gates to him, instead of leaving i

l Minos! No one surely would have the heart to do it; yet ignorantly, not knowing him, one might. I will, I will surrender

esting-place! Surely, my Crete, where Jove himself was cradled, shall not be polluted with such a monster!” Thus he said, a

u parent and country! I am guilty, I confess, and deserve to die, but not by your hand.” As the ships left the shore, she l

dress him in the softest accents, and win him to converse! but it was not in her power. She waited with impatience for him

d habit of having the last word. Narcissus’s cruelty in this case was not the only instance. He shunned all the rest of the

t returned again after a moment and renewed the fascination. He could not tear himself away; he lost all thought of food or

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

ce is not one to repel you. The nymphs love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I stretch forth my arms

laimed, “Stay, I entreat you! Let me at least gaze upon you, if I may not touch you.” With this, and much more of the same

rn nightingale Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well; Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair         That likest thy

much wondering where And what I was, whence thither brought, and how. Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Of wate

There had I fixed Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire, Had not a voice thus warned me: ‘What thou seest, What th

t sprang.   Hood, in his Flowers, thus alludes to Clytie: — “I will not have the mad Clytie,     Whose head is turned by

aloft and tides below, With signs and sounds forbade to go, He could not see, he would not hear Or sound or sight forebodi

elow, With signs and sounds forbade to go, He could not see, he would not hear Or sound or sight foreboding fear. His eye b

it hailed above; His ear but rang with Hero’s song, ’Ye waves, divide not lovers long.’ That tale is old, but love anew May

ave their groves and fountains to come and gaze upon her work. It was not only beautiful when it was done, but beautiful al

d that Minerva herself had taught her. But this she denied, and could not bear to be thought a pupil even of a goddess. “Le

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

despise my counsel. Challenge your fellow-mortals as you will, but do not compete with a goddess. On the contrary, I advise

or handmaids; for my part I know what I say, and I stand to it. I am not afraid of the goddess; let her try her skill, if

done, but strongly marking her presumption and impiety. Minerva could not forbear to admire, yet felt indignant at the insu

forehead of Arachne and made her feel her guilt and shame. She could not endure it and went and hanged herself. Minerva pi

amorphosis is caused by Arachne’s own mortification and vexation, and not by any direct act of the goddess.   The following

all the country, and served as a warning to all presumptuous mortals not to compare themselves with the divinities. But on

, the queen of Thebes. She had indeed much to be proud of; but it was not her husband’s fame, nor her own beauty, nor their

d truly the happiest of mothers would Niobe have been if only she had not claimed to be so. It was on occasion of the annua

law and daughters-in-law of pretensions worthy of my alliance. Have I not cause for pride? Will you prefer to me this Laton

t, Ilioneus. He raised his arms to heaven to try whether prayer might not avail. “Spare me, ye gods!” he cried, addressing

ye gods!” he cried, addressing all, in his ignorance that all needed not his intercessions; and Apollo would have spared h

rs, husband, all dead, and seemed torpid with grief. The breeze moved not her hair, no color was on her cheek, her eyes gla

mouth, and her veins ceased to convey the tide of life. Her neck bent not , her arms made no gesture, her foot no step. She

his winged shoes, approached Medusa while she slept, and taking care not to look directly at her, but guided by her image

pproach of the serpent. She was so pale and motionless that if it had not been for her flowing tears and her hair that move

s, for fear she might be thought guilty of some fault which she dared not tell, she disclosed her name and that of her coun

at the scene, wretched both, but the mother more justly so, stood by, not able to afford protection, but only to pour forth

let him turn away his eyes!” and held aloft the Gorgon’s head. “Seek not to frighten us with your jugglery,” said Thescelu

ed, such as the Cyclopes, Antæus, Orion, and others, must be supposed not to be altogether disproportioned to human beings,

an with orders to destroy him; but the herdsman, moved with pity, yet not daring entirely to disobey, tied up the child by

uld solve it should pass safe, but those who failed should be killed. Not one had yet succeeded in solving it, and all had

e had yet succeeded in solving it, and all had been slain. Œdipus was not daunted by these alarming accounts, but boldly ad

to himself. Iobates, on perusing the letters, was puzzled what to do, not willing to violate the claims of hospitality, yet

been sold by a needy poet and put to the cart and the plough. He was not fit for such service, and his clownish master cou

rs, a favorite subject with the sculptors and poets of antiquity. But not all the Centaurs were like the rude guests of Pir

immediately turned their arms against one another, and soon there was not one of the dragon’s brood left alive. The Greeks

cated the Argo to Neptune. What became of the fleece afterwards we do not know, but perhaps it was found after all, like ma

w, but perhaps it was found after all, like many other golden prizes, not worth the trouble it had cost to procure it.   Th

some years from my life and add them to my father’s.” Medea replied, “ Not at such a cost shall it be done, but if my art av

The next full moon she issued forth alone, while all creatures slept; not a breath stirred the foliage, and all was still.

se. Nine nights she employed in her search, and during that time came not within the doors of her palace nor under any roof

ilk and wine. She implored Pluto and his stolen bride that they would not hasten to take the old man’s life. Then she direc

forty years before. Medea used her arts here for a good purpose, but not so in another instance, where she made them the i

for success; and the favoring goddess allows the weapon to touch, but not to wound, removing the steel point of the spear i

forgive a mother’s weakness! my hand fails me. He deserves death, but not that I should destroy him. But shall he then live

. Her fortune had been told, and it was to this effect: “Atalanta, do not marry; marriage will be your ruin.” Terrified by

r the race, he changed his mind, and said, “Pardon me, youths, I knew not the prize you were competing for.” As he surveyed

tors were distanced, and were put to death without mercy. Hippomenes, not daunted by this result, fixing his eyes on the vi

countenance, and hardly knew whether she would rather conquer him or not . “What god can tempt one so young and handsome to

an tempt one so young and handsome to throw himself away? I pity him, not for his beauty (yet he is beautiful,) but for his

enes, — “Now, now, do your best! haste, haste! you gain on her! relax not ! one more effort!” It was doubtful whether the yo

She caused them to give offence to Cybele. That powerful goddess was not to be insulted with impunity. She took from them

as, king of Elis, had a herd of three thousand oxen, whose stalls had not been cleansed for thirty years. Hercules brought

all was getting the golden apples of the Hesperides, for Hercules did not know where to find them. These were the apples wh

art of the cattle, while the hero slept. That their foot-prints might not serve to show where they had been driven, he drag

by this stratagem, and would have failed to find his oxen, if it had not happened that in driving the remainder of the her

although your interest in him arises from his noble deeds, yet it is not the less gratifying to me. But now I say to you,

, yet it is not the less gratifying to me. But now I say to you, Fear not . He who conquered all else is not to be conquered

g to me. But now I say to you, Fear not. He who conquered all else is not to be conquered by those flames which you see bla

h some displeasure that she should be so particularly pointed at, yet not enough to make her regret the determination of he

known as the “Elgin marbles.” Olympic and other games. It seems not inappropriate to mention here the other celebrate

n a tower. He contrived to make his escape from his prison, but could not leave the island by sea, as the king kept strict

ly searched. “Minos may control the land and sea,” said Dædalus, “but not the regions of the air. I will try that way.” So

father was wet with tears, and his hands trembled. He kissed the boy, not knowing that it was for the last time. Then risin

ng to the god. Dædalus was so proud of his achievements that he could not bear the idea of a rival. His sister had placed h

him into a bird called after his name, the Partridge. This bird does not build his nest in the trees, nor take lofty fligh

I hope it will turn out so, but I can’t help being afraid. People are not always what they pretend to be. If he is indeed J

rned to the upper regions. There he clothed himself in his splendors, not putting on all his terrors, as when he overthrew

yed in this, he entered the chamber of Semele. Her mortal frame could not endure the splendors of the immortal radiance. Sh

is nearest friends and wisest counsellors remonstrated and begged him not to oppose the god. Their remonstrances only made

l. I said to my men, ‘What god there is concealed in that form I know not , but some one there certainly is. Pardon us, gent

they proceeded to put him on board I resisted them. ‘This ship shall not be profaned by such impiety,’ said I. ‘I have a g

out over the sea and said in a voice of weeping, ‘Sailors, these are not the shores you promised to take me to; yonder isl

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

men I alone was left. Trembling with fear, the god cheered me. ‘Fear not ,’ said he; ‘steer towards Naxos.’ I obeyed, and w

Tyrrhene shore as the winds listed On Circe’s island fell; (who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun? whose charmed cup

me mistakes in his mythology. It was at the wedding of Pirithous, and not Theseus, that the Centaurs and Lapithæ quarrelled

grand heroic guesses Through your falsehood at the True, We will weep not ! earth shall roll Heir to each god’s aureole,    

te he snatched an axe from one, and thus impiously exclaimed: “I care not whether it be a tree beloved of the goddess or no

exclaimed: “I care not whether it be a tree beloved of the goddess or not ; were it the goddess herself it should come down

g by your hands forewarn you that punishment awaits you.” He desisted not from his crime, and at last the tree, sundered by

ld be pitied, — to deliver him over to Famine. As Ceres herself could not approach Famine, for the Fates have ordained that

nd tell the last to take possession of the bowels of Erisichthon. Let not abundance subdue her, nor the power of my gifts d

ot abundance subdue her, nor the power of my gifts drive her away. Be not alarmed at the distance,” (for Famine dwells very

as to show all her bones. As the Oread saw her afar off (for she did not dare to come near,) she delivered the commands of

en while he ate. What would have sufficed for a city or a nation, was not enough for him. The more he ate the more he crave

prayer to Neptune. He heard her prayer, and though her new master was not far off and had his eye upon her a moment before,

ng about where you stand? Tell me truly; so may your luck be good and not a fish nibble at your hook and get away.” She per

came home. By this base method the starving father procured food; but not enough for his wants, and at last hunger compelle

he sires of humankind; Happy in temperate peace their equal days Felt not the alternate fits of feverish mirth And sick dej

e Winds. When so many less active agencies were personified, it is not to be supposed that the winds failed to be so. Th

god replied as follows: “Who likes to tell of his defeats? Yet I will not hesitate to relate mine, comforting myself with t

oreign shore, but belong to the country, a part of your realm. Let it not stand in my way that royal Juno owes me no enmity

then returned to the conflict. We each kept our position, determined not to yield, foot to foot, I bending over him, clinc

ndents fancied that it would be easy to find a substitute. But it was not so. Brave warriors, who would willingly have peri

ienced his bounty and that of his house from their childhood up, were not willing to lay down the scanty remnant of their d

y remnant of their days to show their gratitude. Men asked, “Why does not one of his parents do it? They cannot in the cour

red herself as the substitute. Admetus, fond as he was of life, would not have submitted to receive it at such a cost; but

nices had taken it with him on his flight from Thebes. Eriphyle could not resist so tempting a bribe, and by her decision t

his certain fate. He bore his part bravely in the contest, but could not avert his destiny. Pursued by the enemy, he fled

, and he, his chariot, and his charioteer were swallowed up. It would not be in place here to detail all the acts of herois

the acts of heroism or atrocity which marked the contest; but we must not omit to record the fidelity of Evadne as an offse

. Her lover, Hæmon, the son of Creon, unable to avert her fate, would not survive her, and fell by his own hand.   Antigone

ting with his daughter, tried to persuade her to remain with him, and not accompany her husband to Ithaca. Ulysses gave Pen

ue to Modesty on the spot where they parted. Ulysses and Penelope had not enjoyed their union more than a year when it was

such perfection that nothing could withstand the charm of his music. Not only his fellow-mortals but wild beasts were soft

m all we who live must come, hear my words, for they are true. I come not to spy out the secrets of Tartarus, nor to try my

rful with us who dwell on the earth, and, if old traditions say true, not less so here. I implore you by these abodes full

said, the cheeks of the Furies were wet with tears. Proserpine could not resist, and Pluto himself gave way. Eurydice was

permitted to take her away with him on one condition, that he should not turn around to look at her till they should have

es. My care and skill have availed me nothing, and you my mother have not warded off from me the blow of misfortune.” His m

the mortality among your bees, and how you may remedy it. But he will not do it voluntarily, however you may entreat him. Y

hen a horrible wild beast, in rapid succession. But finding all would not do, he at last resumed his own form and addressed

at birth on Mount Cithaeron, where they grew up among the shepherds, not knowing their parentage. Mercury gave Amphion a l

ll we be at the festal board!” The wind and sea continued propitious. Not a cloud dimmed the firmament. He had not trusted

nd sea continued propitious. Not a cloud dimmed the firmament. He had not trusted too much to the ocean — but he had to man

rude hearts. “Suffer me,” he added, “to arrange my dress. Apollo will not favor me unless I be clad in my minstrel garb.” H

ream, how didst thou hate the cheerful light! I must away, but I will not fear. The gods look down upon us. Ye who slay me

ithful, friendly fish! Would that I could reward thee; but thou canst not wend with me, nor I with thee. Companionship we m

ut thou canst not wend with me, nor I with thee. Companionship we may not have. May Galatea, queen of the deep, accord thee

f the lay! Kind Heaven protects the poet’s life. As for you, I invoke not the spirit of vengeance; Arion wishes not your bl

life. As for you, I invoke not the spirit of vengeance; Arion wishes not your blood. Ye slaves of avarice, begone! Seek so

in the daytime. Second, the appalling representation of the Furies is not exaggerated in the story. It is recorded that Æsc

ay. He must yield or fight. But his hand, accustomed to the lyre, and not to the strife of arms, sank powerless. He called

he all-discerning sun alone can tell, for no other eye beheld it. Yet not improbably the murderer even now walks in the mid

who keeps his heart pure from guilt and crime! Him we avengers touch not ; he treads the path of life secure from us. But w

unificence of those whose exploits he celebrated. This employment was not derogatory, but closely resembles that of the ear

nto his poem the exploits of Castor and Pollux. Such digressions were not unusual with the poets on similar occasions, and

d among his courtiers and sycophants, he grudged every verse that did not rehearse his own praises. When Simonides approach

superstition that those who should take that “Lover’s-leap” would, if not destroyed, be cured of their love.   Byron allud

Where sad Penelope o’erlooked the wave, And onward viewed the mount, not yet forgot, The lover’s refuge and the Lesbian’s

orgot, The lover’s refuge and the Lesbian’s grave. Dark Sappho! could not verse immortal save That breast imbued with such

res to record. Diana, it was said, took care that his fortunes should not suffer by his inactive life, for she made his flo

ious for the hallowing of thine eyes, And yet thy benediction passeth not One obscure hiding-place, one little spot Where p

er, Apollo pointed it out to his sister and maintained that she could not hit that black thing on the sea. The archer-godde

e, for Electra, one of them, it is said left her place that she might not behold the ruin of Troy, for that city was founde

nts, and the mysterious sounds are still more doubtful. Yet there are not wanting some modern testimonies to their being st

he story, and then replied, “Yet, maiden, your persecutors are of the not ungentle race of men, whom, if you will, you can

d a Naiad. His father and mother loved him dearly, but their love was not equal to mine. For the beautiful youth attached h

traces of kindred to the old story of Galatea and the Cyclops. “What not his father’s care nor tutor’s art Could plant wit

” Thereupon Juno, Venus, and Minerva each claimed the apple. Jupiter, not willing to decide in so delicate a matter, sent t

rriage with Andromache, and as a husband and father his character was not less admirable than as a warrior. The principal l

d that Troy should fall, at last, if her enemies should persevere and not voluntarily abandon the enterprise. Yet there was

he loved the good King Priam, yet exercised a degree of impartiality; not , however, without exceptions. Thetis, the mother

nly of her and let the battle go as it would. But this absorption did not continue long, and when, upon turning his eyes do

ld, saw the chariot of Nestor and recognized the old chief, but could not discern who the wounded chief was. So calling Pat

gods so please, thou mayest win him back to the common cause; but if not let him at least send his soldiers to the field,

ly charged him that he should be content with repelling the foe “Seek not ,” said he, “to press the Trojans without me, lest

e Greeks succeeded and stripped Sarpedon of his armor; but Jove would not allow the remains of his son to be dishonored, an

nter the terrible warrior. Æneas, though he felt himself unequal, did not decline the combat. He hurled his spear with all

, moved with pity for Æneas, who he saw would surely fall a victim if not speedily rescued, spread a cloud between the comb

o close in pursuit that that would have been impossible if Apollo had not , in the form of Agenor, Priam’s son, encountered

easures and ample of our own beside? Ah, no! it is too late. He would not even hear me through, but slay me while I spoke.”

t in a wider circle. But Apollo sustained Hector’s strength and would not let him sink in weariness. Then Pallas, assuming

at hand, but Pallas deceived me, and he is still in Troy. But I will not fall inglorious.” So saying he drew his falchion

he sons and daughters of Troy.” To which Achilles replied, “Dog, name not ransom nor pity to me, on whom you have brought s

and besought them each by name to give him way. Hecuba’s distress was not less violent. The citizens stood round them weepi

roclus, leaving him at length stretched in the dust. But Apollo would not permit the body to be torn or disfigured with all

hich they placed on the litter, and spread the garments over it, that not unveiled it should be borne back to Troy. Then Ac

arn the fate of the other heroes. After the death of Hector, Troy did not immediately fall, but receiving aid from new alli

nium Ajacis —  Ajax’s Larkspur. It was now discovered that Troy could not be taken but by the aid of the arrows of Hercules

id to have fallen from heaven, and the belief was that the city could not be taken so long as this statue remained within i

riest of Neptune exclaims, “What madness, citizens, is this? Have you not learned enough of Grecian fraud to be on your gua

n the fall of Troy Menelaus recovered possession of his wife, who had not ceased to love him, though she had yielded to the

draught, called Nepenthe, which the Egyptian queen gave to Helen: — “ Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone In Egypt g

d who had been drawn into the quarrel to avenge his brother’s wrongs, not his own, was not so fortunate in the issue. Durin

awn into the quarrel to avenge his brother’s wrongs, not his own, was not so fortunate in the issue. During his absence his

was intended by the conspirators to slay his son Orestes also, a lad not yet old enough to be an object of apprehension, b

d by the guilt of the victim and the express command of the gods, did not fail to awaken in the breasts of the ancients the

h the statue of the goddess, and returned to Mycenae. But Orestes was not yet relieved from the vengeance of the Erinyes. A

, rolled to the cave’s mouth an enormous rock, that twenty oxen could not draw. Next he sat down and milked his ewes, prepa

cave to feel of all as they went out, that Ulysses and his men should not escape with them. But Ulysses had made his men ha

ysses was about to hail the giant again, but his friends besought him not to do so. He could not forbear, however, letting

the giant again, but his friends besought him not to do so. He could not forbear, however, letting the giant know that the

alace, they found themselves surrounded by lions, tigers, and wolves, not fierce, but tamed by Circe’s art, for she was a p

e arts of Circe, and of the danger of approaching her. As Ulysses was not to be dissuaded from his attempt, Mercury provide

Ulysses to fill the ears of his seamen with wax, so that they should not hear the strain; and to cause himself to be bound

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

n human language, thus: — “I sue not for my happy crown again; I sue not for my phalanx on the plain; I sue not for my lon

or my happy 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 ru

y phalanx 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

whirlpool when the tide was rushing in must inevitably be ingulphed; not Neptune himself could save it. On approaching the

d his men watched with anxious eyes the dreadful whirlpool, they were not equally on their guard from the attack of Scylla,

Sun, tended by his daughters Lampetia and Phæthusa. These flocks must not be violated, whatever the wants of the voyagers m

Ulysses yielded. He bound them, however, with an oath that they would not touch one of the animals of the sacred flocks and

oasting. The wind becoming fair they sailed from the island. They had not gone far when the weather changed, and a storm of

is leap of Telemachus and Mentor in the following stanza: —     “But not in silence pass Calypso’s isles,     The sister t

nifestly and feasted among them when they offered sacrifices, and did not conceal themselves from solitary wayfarers when t

gain-seeking man, no enemy ever approached their shores, and they did not even require to make use of bows and quivers. The

, had a dream sent by Minerva, reminding her that her wedding-day was not far distant, and that it would be but a prudent p

e princess hastened to her parents to tell them what was on her mind; not alluding to her wedding-day, but finding other re

ung maidens whom, by their deportment and attire, he discovered to be not mere peasant girls, but of a higher class. Sadly

sought the fair object (whether queen or goddess he professed he knew not ) for food and clothing. The princess replied cour

s. The princess, seeing him, was filled with admiration, and scrupled not to say to her damsels that she wished the gods wo

e spoke. At last an aged statesman, addressing the king, said, “It is not fit that a stranger who asks our hospitality shou

d: — “The sites explain the Odyssey. The temple of the sea-god could not have been more fitly placed, upon a grassy platfo

now been away from Ithaca for twenty years, and when he awoke he did not recognize his native land. Minerva appeared to hi

be able to take vengeance upon them, it was important that he should not be recognized. Minerva accordingly metamorphosed

gh sometimes, also, no doubt, with contumely. Ulysses charged his son not to betray, by any display of unusual interest in

be other than he seemed, and even if he saw him insulted, or beaten, not to interpose otherwise than he might do for any s

her; they rubbed the bow with tallow, but all to no purpose; it would not bend. Then spoke Ulysses, humbly suggesting that

any way of escape, for Eumæus had secured the door. Ulysses left them not long in uncertainty; he announced himself as the

st of new adventures.                        “Come, my friends, ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sit

, now called Italy, therefore, they directed their future course, and not till after many adventures and the lapse of time

estined shore, felt her old grudge against them revive, for she could not forget the slight that Paris had put upon her, in

ility of Juno, he was at no loss to account for it, but his anger was not the less at this interference in his province. He

o received the illustrious exiles with friendliness and hospitality. “ Not unacquainted with distress,” she said, “I have le

I will stand at the helm in your place.” Palinurus replied, “Tell me not of smooth seas or favoring winds, — me who have s

losed with the encouraging words which have become proverbial: “Yield not to disasters, but press onward the more bravely.”

d due burial rites; the host of others who have remained unburied are not permitted to pass the flood, but wander a hundred

myrtle. Here roamed those who had fallen victims to unrequited love, not freed from pain even by death itself. Among these

my absence would cost you so dear. Stop, I beseech you, and refuse me not a last farewell.” She stood for a moment with ave

ecian and Trojan warriors. The Trojans thronged around him, and could not be satisfied with the sight. They asked the cause

ndividual; and we see men and women with their full-grown bodies have not the purity of childhood. So in proportion to the

ome, however, there still are, so thoroughly corrupted, that they are not fit to be intrusted with human bodies, and these

ho scruple to destroy the life even of the most insignificant animal, not knowing but it may be one of their relations in a

eave of Anchises, and returned by some short cut, which the poet does not explain, to the upper world. Elysium. Virg

heavenly powers, if only you faithfully persevere. There are friends not far distant. Prepare your boats and row up my str

trees themselves, and had neither laws nor social culture. They knew not how to yoke the cattle nor raise a harvest, nor p

re found on their guard, and having received strict orders from Æneas not to fight in his absence, they lay still in their

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

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

er is with me in the camp. For me she left the Trojan soil, and would not stay behind with the other matrons at the city of

at the city of Acestes. I go now without taking leave of her. I could not bear her tears nor set at nought her entreaties.

all that I have promised to you shall be made good to her, if you do not return to receive it.” The two friends left the c

the grass and among the wagons. The laws of war at that early day did not forbid a brave man to slay a sleeping foe, and th

ld of Mezentius, and wounded him in the thigh. Lausus, his son, could not bear the sight, but rushed forward and interposed

u worthy of your praise? Keep those arms in which you glory, and fear not but that your body shall be restored to your frie

e buried in the same grave with his son. He received the fatal stroke not unprepared, and poured out his life and his blood

hful Pallas. The contest between champions so unequally matched could not be doubtful. Pallas bore himself bravely, but fel

ndid armor offered a tempting prize. Intent on the chase she observed not her danger, and the javelin of Aruns struck her a

ms of her attendant maidens. But Diana, who beheld her fate, suffered not her slaughter to be unavenged. Aruns, as he stole

murmurs of his followers, he braced himself to the conflict. It could not be doubtful. On the side of Æneas were the expres

’s vast weight to throw, The line too labors and the words move slow. Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o’e

ifferent times, different forms. Therefore, if the love of kindred is not extinct in your bosoms, forbear, I entreat you, t

hem, were supposed to perform a choral dance round the central fire, “ not without song.” It is this doctrine which Shaksper

floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with pattens of bright gold! There’s not the smallest orb that thou behold’st But in his m

it in this sense in his charming little poem, — To the Dandelion: — “ Not in mid June the golden cuirassed bee Feels a more

to the story of Milo: — “He who of old would rend the oak     Deemed not of the rebound; Chained by the trunk he vainly br

upon the rest of the world. He conquered the nations every where, but not with weapons, only with music and eloquence. His

e harmless. There was, however, one drawback to his happy lot: he was not permitted to live beyond a certain period, and if

Milton, in his Hymn to the Nativity, alludes to the Egyptian deities, not as imaginary beings, but as real demons, put to f

delivered a similar command there. Another account is, that they were not doves, but priestesses, who were carried off from

dst thou speak, As in Dodona once thy kindred trees Oracular, I would not curious ask The future, best unknown, but at thy

ddess with her nymphs Across the lawn and through the darksome grove ( Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes By echo multipli

ng visibly. The Zephyrs, fanning, as they passed, their wings, Lacked not for love fair objects whom they wooed With gentle

o account for those natural phenomena which he cannot understand; and not a few have had their rise from a similar desire o

give a literal translation below: — “And now I close my work, which not the ire Of Jove, nor tooth of time, nor sword, no

hall bring to nought. Come when it will that day Which o’er the body, not the mind, has sway, And snatch the remnant of my

seem to have been in more modern times. We seek our accounts of them not so much in the poetry of the ancients as in the o

nd which reproduces itself. The Assyrians call it the Phœnix. It does not live on fruit or flowers, but on frankincense and

at so beautiful an appearance.” He then gives an account of the bird, not varying materially from the preceding, but adding

is wings, is to perform the obsequies of his father. But this duty is not undertaken rashly. He collects a quantity of myrr

ed into a bird. Herodotus describes the bird, though he says, “I have not seen it myself, except in a picture. Part of his

ll other serpents and snakes, behaving like good subjects, and wisely not wishing to be burned up or struck dead, fled the

oyal monster. The Roman naturalist Pliny thus describes him: “He does not impel his body, like other serpents, by a multipl

tiplied flexion, but advances lofty and upright. He kills the shrubs, not only by contact, but by breathing on them, and sp

horseback the power of the poison conducted through the weapon killed not only the rider, but the horse also. To this Lucan

flies, The hand imbibes it, and the victor dies.” Such a prodigy was not likely to be passed over in the legends of the sa

could have seen it and lived to tell the story?” The worthy sage was not aware that those who went to hunt the basilisk of

before the weasel. The basilisk might look daggers, the weasel cared not , but advanced boldly to the conflict. When bitten

moment to eat some rue, which was the only plant the basilisks could not wither, returned with renewed strength and soundn

that dread risk,         Aghast she pass from the earth’s disk. Fear not , but gaze, — for freemen mightier grow, And slave

live;” and some such excuse may have been necessary in those days for not producing the living animal upon the arena of the

animal, a kind of small sword, in short, with which no hunter who was not exceedingly cunning in fence could have a chance.

cks horn foremost, so as to pitch upon it, and then quietly march off not a whit the worse for its fall. But it seems they

noceros horn, as it is called, is such a protuberance, though it does not exceed a few inches in height, and is far from ag

the forehead of the giraffe; but this also is short and blunt, and is not the only horn of the animal, but a third horn, st

e, soothing me with caresses, spoke these words: ‘My dear child, I do not give you that blow for any fault you have committ

, affirms this power of the salamander. According to them, the animal not only resists fire, but extinguishes it, and when

the action of fire should be considered proof against that element is not to be wondered at. We accordingly find that a clo

d and Ahriman — carry on incessant war. But this state of things will not last forever. The time will come when the adheren

sun as emblems of Ormuzd, the source of all light and purity, but did not regard them as independent deities. The religious

In Childe Harold, Byron speaks thus of the Persian worship: —     “ Not vainly did the early Persian make     His altar t

is made to the original power of this god as a destroyer; that power not being to be called into exercise till after the e

festivals in March and July, pilgrims flock in crowds to the temple. Not less than seventy or eighty thousand people are s

he former are allowed to receive instruction from the Vedas, which is not permitted to the Sudras. The Brahmans possess the

marry. He ought to be supported by the contributions of the rich, and not to be obliged to gain his subsistence by any labo

any laborious or productive occupation. But as all the Brahmans could not be maintained by the working classes of the commu

pations. There is another class lower even than the Sudras, for it is not one of the original pure classes, but springs fro

e compelled to do what no one else can do without pollution. They are not only considered unclean themselves, but they rend

ating their mode of life, their houses, and their furniture. They are not allowed to visit the pagodas or temples of the ot

castes, but have their own pagodas and religious exercises. They are not suffered to enter the houses of the other castes;

essity, the place must be purified by religious ceremonies. They must not appear at public markets, and are confined to the

lages, and are under no restrictions in regard to food, which last is not a privilege, but a mark of ignominy, as if they w

t some few individuals have appeared on this earth from time to time, not under the necessity of terrestrial existence, but

ties to consider Lamaism as a sort of degenerated Christianity. It is not improbable that the Lamas derived some of these p

was a Christian prince in the country of the Abessines, (Abyssinia,) not far from the Red Sea, concluded that this must be

the face of the earth, he says, —              “—— Nor did his eyes not ken Th’ empire of Negus, to his utmost port, Erco

ons. But there is another branch of ancient superstitions which ought not to be entirely overlooked, especially as it belon

d abundantly with mead from the she-goat Heidrum. When the heroes are not feasting they amuse themselves with fighting. Eve

he second the Midgard serpent, the third Hela, (Death.) The gods were not ignorant that these monsters were growing up, and

had courage enough to do this. But when the wolf found that he could not break his fetters, and that the gods would not re

lf found that he could not break his fetters, and that the gods would not release him, he bit off Tyr’s hand, and he has ev

onfirmed by solemn oaths, for without these precautions a giant would not have thought himself safe among the gods, especia

uch bad counsel, and that he should be put to a cruel death if he did not contrive some way to prevent the artificer from c

ne and another the whole night was lost, so that at dawn the work had not made the usual progress. The man, seeing that he

ir assistance, and lifting up his mallet, paid the workman his wages, not with the sun and moon, and not even by sending hi

is mallet, paid the workman his wages, not with the sun and moon, and not even by sending him back to Jotunheim, for with t

down with three tuns of mead. Loki, however, assured him that she had not tasted any thing for eight long nights, so great

ly asking his name. “My name is Skrymir,” said the giant, “but I need not ask thy name, for I know that thou art the god Th

open the wallet, he found the giant had tied it up so tight he could not untie a single knot. At last Thor became wroth, a

the giant’s head. Skrymir, awakening, merely asked whether a leaf had not fallen on his head, and whether they had supped a

saying went and laid himself down under another tree. But sleep came not that night to Thor, and when Skrymir snored again

thinks it is time for us to get up and dress ourselves; but you have not now a long way before you to the city called Utga

y called Utgard. I have heard you whispering to one another that I am not a man of small dimensions; but if you come to Utg

men much taller than I. Wherefore, I advise you, when you come there, not to make too much of yourselves, for the followers

to make too much of yourselves, for the followers of Utgard-Loki will not brook the boasting of such little fellows as you

spect. The king, regarding them with a scornful smile, said, “If I do not mistake me, that stripling yonder must be the god

ourselves skilled in, for no one is permitted to remain here who does not , in some feat or other, excel all other men?” “Th

gi so much outstripped his competitor that he turned back and met him not far from the starting place. Then they ran a seco

awing breath, pulled as long and as deeply as he could, that he might not be obliged to make a second draught of it; but wh

rried without spilling. “How now, Thor?” said Utgard-Loki; “thou must not spare thyself; if thou meanest to drain the horn

rd draught thou must pull deeply; and I must needs say that thou wilt not be called so mighty a man here as thou art at hom

the cup-bearer. “I now see plainly,” said Utgard-Loki, “that thou art not quite so stout as we thought thee: but wilt thou

ught thee: but wilt thou try any other feat, though methinks thou art not likely to bear any prize away with thee hence.” “

should I have dared to mention such a feat to the great Thor if I had not already observed that thou art by no means what w

id Utgard-Loki, looking at the men sitting on the benches, “who would not think it beneath him to wrestle with thee; let so

wrestle with her if he will. She has thrown to the ground many a man not less strong than this Thor is.” A toothless old w

d met with any men stronger than himself. Thor told him that he could not deny but that he had brought great shame on himse

thee, and wouldst have brought me so near to a great mishap, I would not have suffered thee to enter this time. Know then

orest, where I tied up the wallet with iron wire so that thou couldst not untie it. After this thou gavest me three blows w

ut Logi was in reality nothing else than Fire, and therefore consumed not only the meat, but the trough which held it. Hugi

orn, thou didst perform, by my troth, a deed so marvellous that had I not seen it myself I should never have believed it. F

elieved it. For one end of that horn reached the sea, which thou wast not aware of, but when thou comest to the shore thou

man, nor ever will be, whom Old Age, for such in fact was Elli, will not sooner or later lay low. But now, as we are going

creeping things, that none of them would do any harm to Baldur. Odin, not satisfied with all this, and feeling alarmed for

r. But when Loki beheld the scene he was sorely vexed that Baldur was not hurt. Assuming, therefore, the shape of a woman,

n account of his blindness, and going up to him, said, “Why dost thou not also throw something at Baldur?” “Because I am bl

something at Baldur?” “Because I am blind,” answered Hodur, “and see not where Baldur is, and have, moreover, nothing to t

s and as many nights he rode through deep glens so dark that he could not discern any thing, until he arrived at the river

before five bands of dead persons had ridden over the bridge, and did not shake it as much as he alone. “But,” she added, “

nd did not shake it as much as he alone. “But,” she added, “thou hast not death’s hue on thee; why then ridest thou here on

risoned and consumed in the same flames with his master. But Loki did not escape his deserved punishment. When he saw how a

habitations, would be destroyed. The fearful day of destruction will not , however, be without its forerunners. First will

and uttered musically their thoughts. Much would be lost had Iceland not been burst up from the sea, not been discovered b

ughts. Much would be lost had Iceland not been burst up from the sea, not been discovered by the Northmen!” Chapter XL

a remedy for all diseases. The mistletoe is a parasitic plant, and is not always nor often found on the oak, so that when i

of their age and people. Whether they were acquainted with letters or not has been disputed, though the probability is stro

well as the history of the Druids. In the poems of Ossian we have, if not the actual productions of Druidical times, what m

Islands of Scotland, and such was the reverence paid him that though not a bishop, but merely a presbyter and monk, the en

ering the order certain vows were taken by the members, but they were not those which were usually imposed by monastic orde

the Culdees were bound to none except the third. To poverty they did not bind themselves; on the contrary they seem to hav

of them seem to have entered into that state. True, their wives were not permitted to reside with them at the institution,

ower of the latter advanced that of the Culdees was enfeebled. It was not , however, till the thirteenth centurv that the co

son exclaims, “That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plains of Marathon, or whose

ould not gain force upon the plains of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer amid the ruins of Iona.”   In the Lo

ure herself, it seemed, would raise A minister to her Maker’s praise! Not for a meaner use ascend Her columns, or her arche

diversa tamen, qualem decet esse sororum. —  Ovid . Their faces were not all alike, nor yet unlike, but such as those of s

Non tali auxilio nec defensoribus istis Tempus eget. —  Virgil . Not such aid nor such defenders does the time require

age 352. Haud ignara mali, miseris succurrere disco. —  Virgil . Not unacquainted with distress, I have learned to suc

Tu ne cede malis, sod contra audentior ito. —  Virgil. Yield thou not to adversity, but press on the more bravely.

ge 477. 6. See Proverbial Expressions, page 477. 7. It is evidently not our modern hyacinth that is here described. It is

useum at Naples. 16. The story of the invulnerability of Achilles is not found in Homer, and is inconsistent with his acco

. See Proverbial Expressions, page 478. 19. Pyrrhus’s exclamation, “ Not such aid nor such defenders does the time require

a half dream! To dream and dream, like yonder amber light Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each

the old Greek and Latin myths. At the same time, care has been taken not to burden the pupils. The book is distinctively a

ur rendering we have invented a significance whose existence it would not be easy to warrant as classic, it is hoped that t

easy to warrant as classic, it is hoped that the judicious will still not disapprove of the use made of the material on the

y and interest are also included. After consideration, it seemed best not to indicate pronunciation in the body of the book

ian meadows, for the air is fresh and moist, and even the winters are not cold. A long while ago there lived in that land t

and brightest nation that the world has known. In those days men did not think of things as we do. The Greeks felt that ev

the rustling of the leaves spoke with meaning. Even the old Earth was not dead. The earthquakes proved that she could move,

s. Dreams lived there, and the ghosts of men who had died, or who had not yet been born. But the gods the Greeks loved most

isappear to return to Olympus, where the gods of heaven lived. He was not the only one who was thus seen. All of the gods a

, hail!    Land of gods and godlike men, Thine were hearts that could not quail, —    Earth was glorious then; Thine were s

oserpina. Jupiter was called the father of the gods, but he was not the father of them all. He had a brother, Neptune

ill have large harvests, but we are told that in early times this was not so. Ceres kept the earth fertile, and there was n

k horses and drove slowly down the valley toward her. The maidens did not see him until he was near. Then one of the nymphs

t Proserpina was afraid of his dark face. She kept weeping, and would not be comforted. All this time they were rushing ove

lain, she could see great masses of towers and palaces; but there was not a plant nor a tree in all that land, and the only

n all that land, and the only flowers were the few faded ones she had not let fall when the grim god seized her. “I hope yo

ing afresh. Then Pluto looked sullen, and said that most persons were not unwilling to be queens and wear crowns of diamond

usic of the water, for that was a sound she loved. But the murmur was not like that of earthly rivers. Somehow it made her

red, but Pluto stopped to pat the great beast on its three heads. “Do not be afraid of him,” said Pluto, smiling. “He will

will harm no one who has the right to pass him.” But Proserpina could not even look at him. So they passed on. All the land

serpina thought was sad. All the jewels and riches of the world could not make this little goddess happy without sunshine a

nd which was already faded. The world soon grew dark, but Ceres would not rest. She took two great pine trees, bound them t

ks and the streams of water. But though Pan was a great god, he could not tell what had become of Proserpina. A day passed,

Proserpina. A day passed, and another, and another; still Ceres could not find her child. She traveled over the earth from

eled over the earth from end to end, in vain. Of Proserpina she found not another trace. During all this time, she had not

Proserpina she found not another trace. During all this time, she had not once thought of her usual cares. None of the newl

upon the country, bringing hail and frost and snow; for Ceres said, “ Not one blade of grass, nor a leaf nor flower, shall

rpina has eaten anything in the underworld, she cannot return; but if not , Jupiter may right the wrong.” Then Ceres said, “

es, and the grass was sprouting up, making the meadows green. “Have I not said that nothing shall grow upon the earth?” sai

ign of happiness began again over all the earth. Yet Proserpina could not stay with her mother always. While she was in the

e rill!    The daffodil, the daffodil!” What ails her that she comes not home?    Demeter seeks her far and wide, And gloo

ld may near the less,    And draw it through her weltering shade, But not one biding trace impress    Of all the darkness t

o is so quiet under our feet, and they were bold and strong. They did not fear Jupiter himself, and once they piled mountai

e king of the gods out of it. Jupiter, with all his thunderbolts, was not entirely secure at that time. Among the Titans, t

have it. He knew also that the fire was sacred, and that Jupiter did not wish it to be touched, but Prometheus was a Titan

did not wish it to be touched, but Prometheus was a Titan and feared not Jupiter, nor obeyed him. One night, when the gods

ing was always terrible. He saw, too, that the fire he had stolen was not entirely a blessing. Though it was warming and us

to use against one another. Men were more comfortable, but they were not happier than before, for after that day when Prom

aid, “I will help them. I will go to Jupiter and be friends with him. Not by force, but by gentleness, will I bring down th

e joy of Olympus; and men shall have it.” But Prometheus said, “Do it not . Happiness is for the gods. The gifts of Olympus

men. Let the world alone.” Epimetheus said no more, but his mind was not changed. Next day he went up the star-road and in

of what Prometheus had said of the danger. He almost made up his mind not to take the gift; then he opened the door. There

led Pandora in; but before he left, he warned Pandora and Epimetheus not to open the sacred box. “The gifts of heaven must

and Epimetheus not to open the sacred box. “The gifts of heaven must not be set free on earth,” he said, “for men are not

gifts of heaven must not be set free on earth,” he said, “for men are not strong enough to receive them.” Then, with a wave

ounds we hear in it sometimes?” But Epimetheus answered, sternly, “Do not dare to open it, Pandora, for the gods have forbi

a, for the gods have forbidden it!” Pandora was silent, but she could not help thinking, of the box. It was in her mind day

ready to raise it. Then she came to her senses and let it go. “I must not do it,” she thought. And then she knelt down besi

the box.” “Can nothing be done?” they would ask. “It would be better not to live, than to live in this misery.” But as the

and could find no help, suddenly Pandora gave a cry of joy. “They are not all gone!” she said, eagerly, putting her ear to

After that Pandora never opened the box again, but life on earth was not simple or easy. The world was full of evil and si

ite dove-feathers. Then he put them back into his quiver, taking care not to prick himself, for the golden arrows would mak

on with my darts, but what can you do with yours?” The little god did not like the words of the great archer. “I can shoot

l that the world can give. Do but stop and hear me.” But Daphne would not listen. She fled only the more swiftly, and Apoll

which seemed even then to draw back from his touch. “Though you would not be my bride, Daphne,” he said, “you shall be my t

d, the world was for him a very lonely place. And as for Cupid, we do not hear that Apollo ever again treated him with scor

Cupid once upon a bed Of roses laid his weary head; Luckless urchin, not to see Within the leaves a slumbering bee! The be

ches were lit at the wedding of Orpheus and Eurydice, the smoke would not rise, but sank to the ground; then the flames beg

It seemed to them no very great matter whether the torches burned or not . Yet an evil fate was waiting, and it came quickl

e gods of the streams and to the spirits of the trees, but they could not help him. He sang of it to the people of Thrace,

h song the gods of Olympus, but though the gods loved him, they could not control the grim god Death, nor make him send bac

re until at last he had been driven to come down into the underworld, not searching for glory or fame, nor to show his powe

She will come back at the end of her life. You do but lend her to me, not lose her. Think, O Pluto, what pain you suffer wh

r I had rather be here with her than there alone, and if Eurydice may not go, I, too, will return no more to light and life

once more?” He walked softly, so as to hear her footsteps. There was not a sound. “Is she really following?” he asked hims

ot a sound. “Is she really following?” he asked himself, but he dared not turn to see. Yet Eurydice was there, and by her w

ng? Is it possible that they intend to give her back to me?” He could not believe that it was true. He listened to hear her

her step — her breath — for he himself was breathing hard. There was not a sound. He called, softly, “Eurydice!” There was

ound. He called, softly, “Eurydice!” There was no reply. But he dared not turn to look. He must not lose her, after all. Ye

Eurydice!” There was no reply. But he dared not turn to look. He must not lose her, after all. Yet Eurydice was always foll

after all. Yet Eurydice was always following, though her voice could not be heard and her footstep was as yet only the noi

llowing? Have the gods of the underworld really let her go?” He dared not believe it. Then, suddenly, he heard her. That wa

ibly frightened and began to cry with all his lungs, but Hercules did not seem in the least afraid. When the snakes came cl

e. The gifts that Happiness offers you will perish, but my gifts will not perish.” These words filled Hercules’ heart with

nded Hercules to submit to his service, and he knew that Hercules was not the sort of man to disobey an oracle. However, Eu

t one mighty task after another, hoping each time that Hercules would not return alive. First he sent him to slay the Nemea

y wise in such matters. That was a good thought, but the nymphs could not tell him. They advised him to seek out Nereus, th

ercules all but crushed him. Then he turned into an eel, but he could not wriggle loose. Then he became a torrent of rushin

loose. Then he became a torrent of rushing water, but Hercules would not let it flow away. Then he changed to a snake, and

s head with his mighty arms. A solemn old giant was Atlas, for it was not a joyous task to hold the earth and sky apart for

ing the golden apples in a few minutes. You look strong, and you will not mind it. I will come back directly.” So Hercules

ectly.” So Hercules took the sky upon his shoulders, but his task was not half so easy as he had expected. He wondered how

o move about and swing his arms and bend over when he pleased. He did not in the least fancy taking up his burden again. “S

ock to green pastures. His kingdom prospered, for war and famine came not near his land, and the gods loved him. The hillsi

the stranger became the king’s shepherd. He would lead out the sheep, not with crook or staff, but with music, and the shee

ed lynx and the tawny lion; yet no wild beast ever harmed the flocks. Not long after the coming of the stranger, Admetus se

it that troubles you?” Then the king told him all, and said: — “Do I not of right despair, for how shall I live without Al

loved her almost to the point of worship. No wonder that they thought not even the longed-for Islands of the Blessed could

be better than their own native land. But happiness such as this was not to last forever. One day a grim stranger, close w

n escape when once that lock of hair has been cut off. Death hearkens not to prayers; he heeds not sacrifices, but unpityin

ock of hair has been cut off. Death hearkens not to prayers; he heeds not sacrifices, but unpitying, fulfils his word. No s

found among my friends to die for me — some old man, may be, who has not long to live in any case.” Yet, sweet as was Adme

’ life to them, there was no one in the land to whom his own life was not sweeter, and so Admetus came very near to death.

sked what they meant; but Admetus kept the truth from him, for he did not wish to burden him with needless sorrow. Then Her

at once, but Admetus knew how hard was the lot of Hercules, and would not hear of that. Hercules yielded and stayed, tho

it with lamentation and mournful dirges. Of the household of Admetus, not one remained behind but the servant at Hercules’

d her back to Admetus. He drew a veil over her face, however, and did not at first tell Admetus who she was. She herself sp

because of his treatment. “Friends should share griefs with friends, not hide them,” he said; and taking off the veil, he

he reign of peace and gladness returned. Stout-hearted Hercules would not stay to take part in the festival of thanksgiving

her, and married her. Their only son was named Phaëton. Helios could not come down often to the earth. Every morning he ha

shamed of you. He will prove to you before the whole world that he is not .” Phaëton heard these words with joy, and set out

nd flaming jewels. When the young man came to the palace door, he did not stop, but went boldly on and came into the presen

human eyes would have been blinded to look at him, and Phaëton dared not raise his head. His courage, however, did not fai

him, and Phaëton dared not raise his head. His courage, however, did not fail. He stood waiting for his father to speak. “

youth replied, “if I am a worthy son, give me some proof that you are not ashamed of your child.” And Helios, as he looked

looked at him, was pleased with his courage and pride. “Indeed, I am not ashamed of you,” he said. “What proof do you wish

, even of the other gods, dares to drive the chariot of the sun — no, not Jupiter himself. I alone can control it. The road

e. These frighten the horses, and a strong hand must hold them in. Do not make the attempt. Ask something else.” Thus Helio

but the words only stirred Phaëton’s heart to greater desire. He did not believe that he was really too weak to control th

ht gold. The seat was all of blazing jewels. Another such chariot was not to be found in all the universe, and as he gazed

steeds were pulling hard at the reins. They felt that the chariot was not so heavy as usual, and they soon discovered that

o heavy as usual, and they soon discovered that the hand and arm were not the iron hand and arm which usually held them in

put the chariot once more into his father’s hands. But the steeds did not heed him. They were wild with fright. Then Phaëto

r thunderbolts, O Jupiter! Why should I be thus tormented? If this be not your will, rouse yourself before all is lost. Sav

rls his thunderbolts from the clouds, but in the hot air at this time not a cloud was to be seen. Therefore, the god launch

mad course across the astonished skies, His father’s steeds he could not safely guide, And in the glorious enterprise he d

s toil and care, Lo I the strange steed had departed    And they knew not when nor where. But they found upon the greenswa

a great house was prepared for Danaë and she lived for several years not unhappily. King Polydectes loved her and would ha

y a golden cup, did King Polydectes receive that day. But Perseus had not been able to bring anything, and the others mocke

ng this monster, Medusa. But the aged priest, though very wise, could not tell him where she could be found. So Perseus wen

tes the head of the Gorgon Medusa,” replied the young man, and I will not see him again until I have it.” The aged woman sm

r own way, lest we curse you.” But Perseus thought of Minerva and was not afraid, and when the crones found that he was not

of Minerva and was not afraid, and when the crones found that he was not to be moved, they told him. “Go on,” they said, “

d, and spreading their swift wings, they darted after him. They could not see him, but they had the scent of blood-hounds,

w peril awaited him. This region belonged to the giant Atlas, who did not like strangers. He ordered Perseus to leave the c

t Perseus with his winged feet was far too quick, and though he could not at once kill the creature, he plunged his sword i

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

e wished even to make Perseus his heir, but this offer the hero could not accept. “I must carry the Gorgon’s head to Polyde

couple had set sail in a ship laden with treasure. Meanwhile all was not well on the island of Seriphus. Danaë had refused

d of Seriphus. Danaë had refused the offer of King Polydectes and was not moved by his threats. On the tenth day she went f

o!” he gaily sings,    While Echo sighs forth “Hilliho!” Alas, ’twas not the white-horn’d doe    He saw in the rustling gr

lift such a great stone?” “He must,” answered the king, “else he will not be safe at Athens. Let him bring the sword and th

l this time Æthra told him never a word about his father. Theseus did not know even that his father was living. But when he

she said. Theseus took hold of it and lifted hard, but the stone did not move. Then he braced himself and tugged still har

ng against foes, or helping to make and carry out better laws. It was not long before the whole land felt the good rule. Ne

land felt the good rule. Never had it been so prosperous. But all was not yet done. On a certain day, as Theseus was walkin

he was stricken with grief. He would have commanded him to remain and not risk a life so precious, but he saw that it would

im among the victims, and Ariadne gazed at him long; indeed she could not take her eyes from his fair, noble face. “Oh, fat

, yet the men of Athens slew him. None shall be spared.” Theseus said not a word. His eyes were always on beautiful Ariadne

e. Suddenly the door opened and in came the princess herself. She had not been able to rest since she had seen Theseus, and

rincess,” he said. “All Athens shall thank you for this.” “But you do not know all the danger,” said Ariadne. “The Minotaur

and slay him, you would starve in the confusing paths. But you shall not , stranger, for I will save you from this danger a

uickly.” So Theseus and Ariadne went out past the soldiers, who dared not stop them. It was just daybreak as they stood bef

ned fiercely and hastened in the direction from which it came. It was not long before a sudden turn brought him in sight of

e a sudden turn brought him in sight of the monster. The Minotaur had not yet seen him, but stood turning its head this way

m your pillow! No more, ye fathers, mourn your sons!    Mothers, weep not your daughters! He brings you back your dear-love

s sail against the spray. In vain I in vain! The morning ray    Shows not his hark mid all the seas, Though I can trace fro

appened that when the strife between Juno and Minerva and Venus could not be decided, some one said, “Paris, the shepherd,

nd beautiful, that her very presence commanded him to listen. “I will not give you power,” she said, “nor wealth, but wisdo

t wisdom, forgot all but lovely golden Venus, and gave her the apple, not even seeing the dark frowns of Juno and Minerva.

took her to the king’s palace and Priam received them gladly. He did not know that the fair shepherd was his son who had b

r heads and smiled and said, “It was only a rumor, after all. They do not dare.” But one day the watchman spied a mighty fl

nd Priam and his people would gladly have let her go, but Paris would not agree to it, and his will prevailed. The chieftai

as fought and many a town was taken and burned, but the Trojans would not give up Helen, and the war still went on. Now, Ag

t city, protected by its walls, there was a strong army, but it dared not venture outside the gate, for fear of the mighty

ansom for his child, and beseeching Agamemnon to set her free. He did not obtain her, however, for the leader of the Greeks

Achilles was full of grief and rage because of Briseis, and he would not . Next morning the battle was renewed, and again t

ll seemed lost, for the Greeks had only the sea behind them and could not even escape without their ships. Again Patroclus

er, and he said: — “Fight only within the Grecian camp, Patroclus. Do not follow the Trojans out into the plain, nor to the

O Achilles, for the goddess of strife clouded my eyes, that I should not see; but now let there be peace between us foreve

city and crowded within the walls. Hector came last of all, and would not go in, but stood and waited for Achilles. His fat

m with all speed. But when he came near, Hector avoided him and dared not meet the hero in his flaming, heavenly armor. Ach

obus! another spear!” cried Hector; but when he turned, Deiphobus was not there. Minerva had deceived him, and now she had

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

able to capture the city by storming the walls, and the Trojans could not drive the Greeks away. The siege lasted ten years

been an occasion to end the struggle, but even then the Trojans would not give up Helen. They had no mind to let her go aft

romised that as long as it remained within the walls, the city should not be taken. But one dark night in the tenth year of

In the .morning the loss was known and fear came upon the whole city. Not many days afterwards there was noticed a great st

t light of day, a great shout arose from the walls of Troy. There was not a Greek to be seen, nor a Grecian ship. The host

he inside was full of armed men. And so indeed it was. The Greeks had not gone home. Their fleet was behind an island near

reeds by the shore. He was trembling with fright, and at first could not speak for fear. When at last he found his voice,

e?” “I will tell you all,” said the deceitful Sinon. “The Greeks have not gone for good. It is true they have gone to Greec

va before setting out. It was built large and heavy so that you might not be able to take it into the city, for if you shou

unded from within it; but the people’s ears were deaf, and they would not hear. Only Cassandra, the prophetess, daughter of

hers chased the deer,    At night they feasted in the hall. There was not even a shadowed fear —    Yet Troy must fall. Of

pleasures wait for thee. Come, come!” She heard but that one call,     Not “Troy must fall.” He wooed her with immortal gif

worked with cunning art, Spoils of wild streams and mountain rifts     Not found on any earthly chart. Then last of all he t

she stood up fair and brave    And answered “Death I can endure, But not keep back the word to save    My country from thi

t fall But sweet Cassandra, ever true,    Spake day by day and would not cease, Beseeching, praying (well she knew    Her

len back.    Save us from war and soldiers’ brawl” She said. “Ye will not hear. Alack!    Troy-town must fall.” A bird ami

en they were all in, lifted a huge door-stone which twenty oxen could not have moved, and set it against the entrance. Afte

ey passed him, Polyphemus felt over their backs and sides, but he did not think to feel beneath them. When all were out and

deep sleep came upon Ulysses, worn with watching. But the sailors had not forgotten the ox-hide bag, which they thought was

his ship’s crew, under Eurylochus, to explore the island. The men had not gone far before they came to a strange and lovely

quealing, and shut them up in sties, where they wallowed in the mire, not contentedly, like real swine, but in misery, for

about the voyage. “But above all,” she said, “beware that your men do not lay violent hands on the Oxen of the Sun. If you

reigned. Now, when the goddess saw Ulysses, she loved him, and would not let him leave her land. Year after year she kept

rcury to Calypso, commanding her to let Ulysses go, and Calypso dared not disobey. There were no ships on the island, but s

Ulysses was wandering about, over unknown lands and seas, things were not going well at his home in Ithaca. His son, Telema

at the head of the state. But year after year went by and Ulysses did not return, nor were there any tidings of him. At las

too young to enforce the respect due her. For a time the queen would not hear of their offers of marriage. “Ulysses will r

eaving for Laertes,” said Penelope; “then I will choose.” But she did not believe that Ulysses was really dead, and she hat

that no one should see him or do him harm. When Ulysses awoke, he did not at first know where he was, but soon the mist cle

tors. Go on before me to the palace, and appear among them. They will not dare to lay hands on you openly. I shall come a l

e shoulder, but though it would almost have felled an ox, Ulysses was not moved by it. He walked quietly on, shaking his he

she came down to the hall with her maids to speak with him. “Can you not give me tidings of Ulysses?” she asked. “Indeed,

. “He is still alive, and will soon return. Even now, I believe he is not far from here.” He was eager to tell her who he w

d the bow and stretch the cord upon it. Leiodes tried next, but could not bend it in the least. Then Antinoüs had a fire ma

th which he rubbed the bow, to make it limber, but even then he could not bend it, nor could any of the other suitors. “Let

et me take the bow,” said Ulysses. “Beggar!” cried Antinoüs. “Are you not content to feast here? Will you strive with your

strive with your betters?” “Let him take it,” said Penelope. “He did not come here to woo me, but if he bend the bow, he s

seated by a pillar. Penelope looked at him long in silence. She could not believe that it was he. “Son,” said Ulysses, “let

ed prophetic power, but refusing his love, he decreed that she should not be believed, 208,213. Cas΄tor. Son of Leda; twin

cts. These have been selected with the utmost care. They are designed not merely to introduce the children to some of our g

they took on the shape of animals or human beings, so that they might not be recognized. The people of Greece, who made up

thanks to the kind gods. The king of the gods was Jupiter, who ruled not only the people of the earth, but the mightier pe

the queen of heaven, who helped him in his work. I am afraid you will not love Juno very much by the time you have read all

h the ocean waves was built of seaweeds and corals and shells. I must not forget to tell you of Minerva, the goddess of wis

anions and even the gods were very fond of her, there was one who did not love her, and that was Juno. For some reason, Jun

who did not love her, and that was Juno. For some reason, Juno could not bear to look at Callisto, and the lovelier and fa

lls; and then she trembled and crouched behind the trees, for she did not want them to find her. Many a time her thoughts w

few feet of him, a great, shaggy bear. Callisto, for it was she, did not hear the sound of footsteps until it was too late

ss in the eyes that gazed at him that he felt a terror which he could not explain. Scarcely knowing what he did, he raised

d tried to urge some goddess to come and share his gloomy throne; but not the richest jewels or wealth could tempt any one

ks, it suddenly began to bubble and swell and rage, so that Pluto did not dare to drive through its waters. To go back anot

il Proserpine was found, she could think only of her child, and could not care for the neglected earth. So all the people c

e water or sitting on a log in the middle of a mud pond, is certainly not a very attractive or lovable creature. But he has

ildren, and he put something about the frogs into his tale. As he had not liked them at all, he made them seem very bad and

her wanderings. She came at length to a desert land, where there was not a blade of grass or a flower to rest her tired ey

ing all day long. Yet her cloak was always held so as to shield them, not herself, from the sun. The mother was glad to suf

d up again, when the men, in a very rude and unkind tone, ordered her not to drink. “What!” said Latona in surprise, “surel

d her not to drink. “What!” said Latona in surprise, “surely you wijl not forbid me to drink of this pure water, which the

the men only renewed their rude talk and threatened that, if she did not go away, they would do her some harm. Then Latona

ted to have the last word. You can find out for yourselves whether or not it is true, any day when you walk in the woods or

when you walk in the woods or go through a tunnel. In fact, I should not wonder if most of you have already tried giving s

the woods, longing for the power to speak to him. But alas! she could not speak. They went on in this way for some time, Na

he had thought himself alone in the woods. He looked all around, but not seeing any one to whom the voice could belong, he

nd questioning, and each time Echo answered in his own words. She did not dare show herself, for fear that he might be angr

show herself, for fear that he might be angry, but you see she could not help answering. At last Narcissus, who was gettin

to tell him her love in that way; for, you know, the poor girl could not tell it in words. But Narcissus hated to have any

er so rudely. She suffered very much and wept night and day and could not touch any food; so that she grew pale and thin an

the hill;             O sweet Echo,             O fleet Echo, Can we not overtake you, following with a will?             

m lived very happily. Thus it might have gone on until they died, had not Arachne’s head been turned by the praises that we

in life. Be content to reign as queen of your art among women, but do not compare yourself with the gods. Ask pardon for th

d I will prove my words. She is afraid of the test, else why does she not come?” Then Minerva dropped her staff and cried,

shiped her. But Arachne, foolish Arachne, held her head high, and did not show the least fear or awe; on the contrary, she

ou will look closely along your garden wall, perhaps you will see, if not Arachne herself, at least one of her race, spinni

r sent all the waters of the earth and sky to cover the world. He did not want the waters to dry up until all the people we

animals; and among them there was a huge monster, so ugly that I will not even try to tell you what it looked like, and so

from him into the woods. Apollo followed in hot haste, calling to her not to be afraid and not to run so fast, for fear she

ds. Apollo followed in hot haste, calling to her not to be afraid and not to run so fast, for fear she might hurt herself o

ht hurt herself on the thorns and brambles; and at last he cried, “Do not try to run from me. I love you, and will do you n

open and swallow me, or change this form of mine so that Apollo will not love me.” Hardly had she finished her prayer, whe

Cupid once upon a bed Of roses laid his weary head; Luckless urchin, not to see Within the leaves a slumbering bee. The b

ore dear to him. She was as beautiful as the dewy morning; and it did not take Orpheus’ music to make her good, for she had

eus’ music to make her good, for she had never had a thought that was not pure and lovely. One day, Eurydice was walking in

ith him to earth. He made one condition, however, — that Orpheus must not look back at his wife until they had passed the b

nly the birds and the trees and the wild animals; for, since he could not have Eurydice, he cared for no other companions.

ad things since Eurydice had gone from him, and he felt that he could not play merry tunes. But when he refused, the women

nt, rooted to the spot. But now he tried to speak, and found he could not utter a word. The angry goddess had changed his f

dogs, coming to join him. Ah! he must hide from them, for they would not know their master hidden in that body of a stag.

ought that they both would die; but somehow the frail little bark did not upset, and one day a large wave carried it upon a

d hundreds of poisonous snakes, with open mouths and hissing tongues. Not very pleasant creatures to meet, you may well say

erely looking at the Gorgon would turn Perseus to stone, and he could not very well cut off her head without looking, the k

palace, he began to think over his promise, and somehow the plan did not seem nearly so pleasant nor so easy as when he wa

ht of what would probably happen to him made him so sad that he could not keep the tears from his eyes. Suddenly a voice sa

was no other than the swift-footed god Mercury, but this Perseus did not know. Still there was something so kind and comfo

ou.” Perseus promised, and in the next story you will hear whether or not he succeeded. ——— Lullaby Sweet and low, sweet

now. Give it to me.” And the third sister said quickly, “No, that is not true. It is my turn.” And the middle one, who had

heard these words, he trembled in his winged shoes. However, he need not have been afraid, for the sisters fell to quarrel

one of the three insisting that the other had taken the eye, and I do not know how it all would have ended, had not Perseus

had taken the eye, and I do not know how it all would have ended, had not Perseus spoken. “My good women,” he said, “do not

uld have ended, had not Perseus spoken. “My good women,” he said, “do not be frightened. The eye is safe. I hold it in my h

gh in the air, and then, from a safe distance, called out, “You shall not have your eye back, my friends, unless you tell m

n which Medusa lives.” This was a secret with which the sisters would not have parted if they could have helped themselves;

last he came to the island where the terrible Gorgons lived. He dared not look down, even for an instant, for fear of being

ted up to follow Perseus; but on account of Pluto’s helmet they could not see him, and he escaped with the head of snaky-lo

have come back without doing what you promised to do. Your courage is not so great as you would have us believe.” “Nay, you

ing us the head,” said the king, with a sneer; for, of course, he did not believe Perseus. “Since your majesty insists, beh

r, for whose vanity she was to die. And Cassiopeia herself? She would not believe the answer of the oracle. She rushed to t

siopeia went sadly home and locked herself in her room; for she could not bear to look her child in the face. Ah, how bitte

nd all the people covered their eyes with their hands, for they could not bear to see what was to happen. All at once somet

and that was another reason why she loved Perseus, who had saved her not only from the sea serpent, but from the man whom

leasant hour wandering with her along the banks of the stream. Io did not know who Jupiter was, for he came disguised as a

remember, I have told you what a jealous queen she was, and she could not bear to have Jupiter care for any one besides her

him to give her the cow as a present. What could Jupiter do? He could not refuse his wife such a trifle, and so he had to s

hing us day and night, we should find it hard to do anything they did not see. Never for a moment was Io left unguarded. At

ring the day she could wander about as she pleased. The poor girl did not quite know what had happened to her. Instead of t

rror grew still greater. The water nymphs, her former companions, did not recognize her; and even her father only patted he

some fresh grass for her. But that was too much for the poor girl, —  not to have her own father know her! She could not sp

h for the poor girl, — not to have her own father know her! She could not speak to him, but with her foot she traced her st

of a hill, from which he could see all that happened. But Jupiter had not forgotten Io, and he wished to help her if he cou

from him in terror. He followed, but she ran so swiftly that he could not overtake her. “At last she came to a stream, and

ave her as happy as though she, too, were a child. Niobe’s people did not love her so much as they feared her; for although

seen, when here I stand before you with all my wealth and power? Am I not far greater than Latona? I am a queen, and she is

er children greater than the gods, and had boasted that fortune could not harm her. When Diana and Apollo saw their mother’

ht, she fell upon the ground with cries of anguish. But her pride was not yet humbled, for, raising her arms toward heaven,

en with a light heart, he started forth on his own wanderings. He had not gone far, when he came to a country ruled by a ki

His wife missed him very much, but she loved him so well that she had not the heart to call him back, since he seemed to be

n the middle of the sea. As for Hercules, when he found that he could not free himself from his torture, he died as he had

t he had ever built was a strange winding path, called the labyrinth. Not very far from Greece was the island of Crete, rul

g together at the side of some cliffs that overhung the sea. The boy, not noticing his uncle’s gloomy face, was talking hap

iff into the sea below. Perdix would surely have been drowned, had he not been rescued by Minerva, the goddess of wisdom, w

t and thought of some means of escaping from the island; but he could not get a boat, though day after day he looked at the

way. But after a time he began to feel bold; and when his father was not looking, flew higher and higher, trying to reach

eft their nests on the forest bough; Those homes of delight they need not now; And the young and the old they wander out, A

the games in which he took part. Only Aegeus, the king of Athens, did not care for him. He was jealous of this young strang

Athens might have blamed their king severely for this cruel act, had not something happened which made them forget all abo

Is the enemy marching to battle     Arise! for the foe is here! Stay not to sharpen your weapons,     Or the hour will str

. “Perhaps if I opened the gates for him he would love me; but I will not , for that would mean being a traitor, not only to

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

r, the thought of this one deed by which she might win his love would not leave her mind. And at last, it no longer seemed

g, and quickly cut the lock of purple hair from off his head. She did not even feel ashamed of the wicked deed, for she cou

e helm of the boat, cried, “I will go with you whether you want me or not , for without you life is worthless to me. The gat

will understand, they had no way of getting any more; for they could not leave the city without falling into the enemy’s h

t he asked of the people of Athens was very hard indeed; but you must not forget how the poor father’s heart was bleeding f

ians were filled with horror at the cruelty of the demand, they dared not disobey King Minos. But when the time came for pa

ny monsters and giants even when I was little more than a child. Fear not — I will kill the Minotaur, and come back to you

denly the king beheld Theseus, and his eyes sparkled, as he said, “Is not the young prince of Athens standing among you?” “

shing cheeks and a beating heart at the brave young prince. “He shall not die, if I can save him,” was her thought. She ask

th. You are brave and strong, and your sword is sharp. Why should you not slay the monster and escape to-night with all you

r of the first cottage they came to, and asked for a night’s shelter. Not only was this refused, but harsh words were given

he was bent on going, she begged him to take her with him. Ceyx would not think of leading Halcyone into such danger, and,

weeping, cried, “O my beloved, my dream was but too true!” She could not bear to think of her lonely life without Ceyx, an

tle rising knoll near the shore, and sprang into the sea. But she was not drowned. The gods so pitied the loving couple tha

gently, morn!           Kiss her softly, winds! Softly, that she may not miss Any sweet, accustomed bliss; On her lips, he

the dark-eyed girl. Now Ino hated Phryxus and Helle because they were not her own children, and because they were beautiful

nd all’ day long they guarded the flocks on the hillsides. Still I do not think that Phryxus and Helle were very unhappy. T

frolic in the green fields all day long, and healthy young people do not care much about what they eat or wear. Their only

ow been gone a long, long while. The sky was cloudless day after day. Not a drop of rain fell, the fields became parched an

ds became parched and dry, and all the crops withered away. There was not enough food for the people, and everywhere they w

hat Phryxus and Helle must be killed. I am afraid the messengers were not very good men, since they were willing to help in

ent with Jason to the foot of the mountain, and said, “My son, forget not the lessons I have taught you. Always speak and a

Young man,” said she, “you have a good and brave heart, and you shall not regret your kindness to an old woman;” then she v

lived long ago. “Ah, those days are past,” he sighed. “Such heroes do not live in our times.” “You are wrong!” cried Jason,

and cried, “I will prove to you, oh king, that the race of heroes is not dead. I will bring you the Golden Fleece, or die

be very little chance of his ever coming back. But, of course, he did not show how pleased he was. Jason built a good, stro

ree sacred to Juno. Juno had sent the gift to show Jason that she had not forgotten her promise to help him. It was a very

a time during the long voyage, when Jason was in great danger and did not know what to do, he consulted that figurehead and

and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could no

l to earth, I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into

its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That

.” And the tone in which the king gave this answer showed that he was not afraid of losing the Golden Fleece. But Jason was

wed that he was not afraid of losing the Golden Fleece. But Jason was not to be so easily discouraged, and he asked the kin

.” Thus spake the king and then dismissed Jason. Although Jason would not let the king see it, he was just a little discour

l herself hardly knew why she did it; but the truth was that Juno had not forgotten her promise to help Jason, and the only

s, so that the fields and the whole air seemed on fire. But Jason did not feel the heat of the flames, thanks to Medea’s ma

the king looked angry and sullen. He knew very well that Jason could not have succeeded except by the aid of magic, and he

gon to sleep, and Jason made his way alone into the dark wood. He had not gone far, when he noticed a golden light among th

forehead over and over again, and moaned aloud. He felt that he could not live without his dear playfellow, and was ready t

ad happened, he tried to console Cyparissus, telling him that he must not blame himself for what had been a mere accident;

d meant to kill himself. But the poor boy wept and mourned, and would not be comforted, and at last he died of grief. Apoll

ive a parting look at the sea, which she loved very much; but she did not notice the dark face watching her so closely, and

story, and ended by telling her how much he loved her. But Scylla did not care for this strange-looking creature, whom she

long time been in love with Glaucus; so she told him that Scylla was not worthy of his love, and that if he would stay in

carry his hunting nets, or hold his dogs for a while. Hyacinthus did not think it at all strange that Apollo should like t

s almost as pale as the wounded Hyacinthus. When he saw that he could not stop the wound from bleeding, he quickly gathered

like a flower he faded away. Apollo’s grief was sad to see. He could not believe, at first, that the boy he loved so dearl

y name again and again. He would gladly have died for him, and he did not care to live without him; but you know the gods c

the statue of the loveliest young girl that you could imagine. It did not seem like an image; the rosy sunset gave the marb

epped down from the pedestal. She loved him, of course; for Venus had not only turned the marble to life, she had also made

ng, yellow metal. But there is another story about him, which, though not so well known as that of the Golden Touch, also s

as that of the Golden Touch, also shows that King Midas was sometimes not so wise a monarch as he should have been. You rem

eed to take part in the trial. The place of meeting was a lofty hill, not far from the palace of King Midas. As judge, they

the listeners found his music a little rude and wild; somehow it did not seem to fit the place or the occasion. Midas, alo

l he could neither eat nor sleep for thinking of it; and yet he dared not confide it to any one. At last he could stand it

ollo had punished their king for his stupid judgment. But Midas could not have blamed the barber, even if he had known abou

oking creatures, who guarded their flocks all day long when they were not roaring or shooting out flames, would not be very

all day long when they were not roaring or shooting out flames, would not be very likely to have feelings of love or tender

n summit. “O Galatea, lift your fair face from the blue sea. Come, do not scorn the gifts I offer. See, too, how huge I am.

he gifts I offer. See, too, how huge I am. Great Jupiter in heaven is not larger. See the long hair which hangs over my sho

ed, but the shepherd was crushed under the heavy weight. Yet Acis did not die, for the gods changed him into a stream of we

his mind the form and figure of Diana, accompanying him in the chase, not perhaps without a holy fear lest she should becom

their fables in the same poetical light as ourselves; that they could not possibly put faith in Jupiter, Neptune, and Pluto

o study theology and philosophy at Delphi: with what feelings must he not have passed along the woody paths of the hill, ap

approaching nearer every instant to the presence of the divinity, and not sure that a glance of light through the trees was

e divinity, and not sure that a glance of light through the trees was not the lustre of the god himself going by. This is m

us by its marvels in childhood; and in manhood we ponder over it, if not with the same rapturous delight as formerly, yet

esty and sublimity of the misunderstood intelligences of the godhead, not only constituted the worship of the Greeks of old

the necessity of a supreme being; and a feeling, of which they could not dispossess themselves, that a divine being watche

enriched and embellished their works; but although these fictions did not contain many useful instructions, and important t

anner which maintains his high character as a profound thinker. “I am not ignorant,” he says, “how uncertain fiction is, an

t and discourse are, so as ingeniously to apply such meanings as were not thought of originally; but let not the follies an

sly to apply such meanings as were not thought of originally; but let not the follies and license of a few lessen the estee

s. What has a great weight with me is, that many of these fables seem not to be invented by those who have related them, H

delivered and related as what were before believed and received, and not as tales then first invented and communicated; be

these more important ones, they had others, such as Chaos; which did not belong to any particular class, and which were no

s Chaos; which did not belong to any particular class, and which were not the object of any faith. “Before the seas, and t

rations which nature accomplishes under the influence of time. He did not devour Jupiter, as he represents the celestial re

intained perpetual fire. At Delphi and at Athens the priestesses were not virgins, as at the other temples, but widows who

loyment of the Vestals to take care that the sacred fire of Vesta was not extinguished, for if it ever happened, it was dee

to die of hunger.     Vestal. Spare me! oh spare!     Priest. Speak not , polluted one.     Vestal. Yet spare me!     Prie

ountain top: Earth, sky and air, are all so beautiful, I cannot, dare not , will not, think of death!     Priest. It is thy

p: Earth, sky and air, are all so beautiful, I cannot, dare not, will not , think of death!     Priest. It is thy doom! thy

wful penalty!     Vestal. The grave — a living grave — thou meanst it not — To ope my eyes in th’ ever during dark, To brea

but one human sympathy be left, Pardon, oh! pardon!     Priest. Cling not around me, girl, touch, touch me not; The power t

n, oh! pardon!     Priest. Cling not around me, girl, touch, touch me not ; The power to pardon lieth not in man. Thy hour h

g not around me, girl, touch, touch me not; The power to pardon lieth not in man. Thy hour hath come.     Vestal, (clasping

th not in man. Thy hour hath come.     Vestal, (clasping him). I will not quit thee; Thou art a man with human sympathies;

an with human sympathies; Madness will touch my brain; I cannot, will not yield. Grant me some other death: poison or steel

t that sends me suddenly from earth; But to be wrapt in clay, and yet not of it, To feel the earth crumbling around my brow

d glimmer on their tears; where their own groans They felt, but heard not ; hard flint they sat upon, Couches of rugged ston

: I to inflict, And thou to suffer! once more answer me: Thou knowest not the period of Jove’s power?     Prometheus. I kno

elves Gather ye up in legions from the deep!     Second Fury. We knew not that: Sisters, rejoice! rejoice!     Pro. Can aug

    Pro. Pain is my element, as hate is thine; Ye rend me now; I care not .     Second Fury. Dost imagine We will but laugh

ost imagine We will but laugh into thy lidless eyes?     Pro. I weigh not what ye do, but what ye suffer, Being evil. Cruel

through thee one by one, Like animal life, and though we can obscure not The soul which burns within, that we will dwell B

us virtue, grant us wealth, For without virtue, wealth to man avails not , And virtue without wealth exerts less power, And

ions were sent to all the Gods, and beings of even a lower order were not forgotten. But one nymph, by the insolence of her

silence. As might be expected, the marriage of Jupiter and Juno, was not productive of much happiness, the jealousy of the

should return no more to the court of the King of Heaven. The latter, not disheartened, dressed a statue as Queen of Olympu

sadness. The lips are beautiful, susceptible of expressing scorn, but not without sweetness. With fine lips a person is nev

ive harvests hang the heavy head. Rich, silent, deep, they stand: for not a gale Rolls its light billows o’er the bending p

d it would be beyond his power, as, by a decree of Destiny, she would not be able to quit her place of concealment, should

Ovid. The attempts of Ceres to encourage the art of agriculture were not always favourably received: the King of the Scyth

e superior even to the will of Jupiter, as the King of the Gods could not restore Proserpine to her mother, Destiny having

gnation, who had forged the thunderbolt. But so insolent an act could not remain unpunished, and Jupiter exiled him from He

hness of her skin remains alone; To whom the God: “Because thou canst not be My mistress, I espouse thee for my tree; Be th

wever earnest Apollo might have been in his pursuit of Daphne, he did not long remain inconsolable, but formed a tender att

ss she drank her tears, or sucked the dew, She turned about, but rose not from the ground, Turned to the sun still as he ro

rly festivals in his honour, which continued for three days; they did not adorn their hair with garlands during their festi

heir festivals, nor eat bread, but fed only upon sweetmeats. They did not even sing Pæans in honour of Apollo, or observe a

iver Styx. Scarcely had he uttered the oath, than the gods, who could not absolve him from it, rallied him on his folly. Ir

ants, some say his wife, the confidant of his misfortune, begging her not to betray his trust. The secret was too great for

o great for the bosom of its holder; she longed to tell it, but dared not , for fear of punishment; and as the only way of c

ing Midas has the ears of an ass, King Midas has the ears of an ass.” Not long after her visit, some reeds arose in this pl

Which under his long locks he well concealed; As monarch’s vices must not be revealed: For fear the people have them in the

o hide: By interest and by oath the wife was tied: But if she told it not the woman died. Loth to betray her husband and a

him vain and aspiring; and when told, to check his pride, that he was not the son of Phœbus, Phaeton resolved to know his t

hath arrayed With an eternal glory, which if made By human hands, is not of human thought, And Time himself hath hallowed

et in order. Sometimes the spirit of inspiration was more gentle, and not always violent, yet Plutarch mentions one of the

one of the priestesses who was thrown into such excessive fury, that not only those who consulted the oracle, but also the

n (where, with her son Arcas, she had been brought), and which it was not lawful to enter. The dwellers in the city, among

all probability, she would have perished by the hands of her son, had not Jupiter snatched both to the sky, and placed them

st, but she would have fallen beneath the fury of its revenge, had it not been for Meleager, son of Æneas, who slew the boa

ou shouldst have my knee; Too late now for the old Ephesian vows, And not divine the crescent on thy brows: Yet call thee n

stial glory. In vain did Jupiter, when pressed by Semele, implore her not to ask him to assume that form, which was too muc

air, Lashed his fleet tigers through the buxom air.” Dryden. It was not long before Bacchus formed an attachment to Erigo

cchus threw himself at their feet, as they made for shore. “Those are not the trees of Naxos,” he exclaimed, “I do not see

de for shore. “Those are not the trees of Naxos,” he exclaimed, “I do not see the hills and valleys of my native land.” A s

l becomes motionless; in vain they plied their oars, their bark moved not : and suddenly vine trees seemed to spring from th

sery they sought the oracle, which declared that their calamity would not cease, until Callirhoe was sacrificed, unless som

r stead: and the hour arrived when the unhappy maiden, guilty only of not loving, was crowned and led to the altar, where h

g. In Rome it had a more familiar, wicked, and dry appearance; it was not suited to the severe and exact apprehensions of t

to Vulcan, the most ugly and deformed of the Gods. This ‌marriage did not prevent the goddess of love from gratifying her i

ortal, who was fond of the chase, was often cautioned by his mistress not to hunt wild beasts, fearful of his being killed

; Dumbly she passions, frantickly she doteth,     She thinks he could not die, he is not dead; Her voice is stopped, her jo

ssions, frantickly she doteth,     She thinks he could not die, he is not dead; Her voice is stopped, her joints forget to

e pansied grounds.” Darwin. Anchises, however, though warned by her not to speak of their intimacy, boasted of it one day

of Venus for the golden apple is well known. The Goddess of Discord, not having been invited to the marriage of Peleus and

d meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so gentle that ye could not see Untouched, a victim of your beauty bright, Si

ullness of her limbs, and their complete roundness and perfection, do not diminish the vital energy with which they seem to

city to break his thigh, an accident, which, as it made him lame, did not at all tend to render his appearance less ugly th

rror, and Juno overwhelmed her with supplications; but as these could not subdue the ugliness of the suitor, she implored J

panied with tears, that the king of heaven must have complied, had it not been for the more touching and feminine attribute

_heathen-mythology_1842_img075 A marriage thus assorted, however, was not likely to prove a happy one, and ere long it was

al figures which he made, and many speak of two golden statues, which not only seemed animated, but which walked by his sid

ns, and at Rome. It was customary to burn the whole victim to him and not reserve part of it, as in the immolations to the

atest number in the least time. Cupid would have been triumphant, had not Perestere, who accompanied them, attempted to win

to the lot of the beautiful Psyche, was too delightful and too pure, not to meet with something which should realize the a

ue love never did run smooth.” The restless nature of the nymph would not allow her to remain quietly in possession or her

most excruciating, and took delight in rendering her miserable, who, not content with being taken for the goddess of beaut

   Their arms embraced, and their pinions too;     Their lips touched not , but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft

embraced, and their pinions too;     Their lips touched not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft handed slumbe

on of Arachne was, which recorded the intrigues of Jove, yet it could not compete with that of Minerva, who by her divine s

which, from the imperfection of language, we call pain, but which is not all pain, though a feeling which makes not only i

we call pain, but which is not all pain, though a feeling which makes not only its possessor, but the spectator of it, pref

pectator of it, prefer it to what is called pleasure, in which all is not pleasure. It is difficult to think that this head

enance is seen in few.” Shelley. We have already seen that Minerva, not satisfied with being goddess of Wisdom, claimed a

rced with Grecian darts, for ages lie Condemned to pain, though fated not to die.’” Homer. The Thunderer treated with dis

example, and her son pursues. Yet long the inflicted pangs thou shalt not mourn, Sprung since thou art from Jove, and heave

throne of Heaven’s superior lord.” Homer. The worship of Mars, was not very universal among the ancients, nor were his t

ou mayest prove That tho’ they pass the breeze’s flight, My bolts are not so feathery light.’ He took the shaft — and oh! t

ighed, and felt the urchin’s art, He sighed in agony of heart; ‘It is not light, I die with pain! Take, take thine arrow ba

in! Take, take thine arrow back again.’ ‘No,’ said the child ‘it must not be, That little dart was made for thee.’” Moore.

t was a beautiful faith that gave these gods A name and office! Is he not glorious?     Rivers. To my poor thought, there’s

f the kingdom allotted to him was that of the sea. This, however, did not seem equivalent to the empire of heaven and earth

entitled to more power than any of the other deities, except Jupiter. Not only the oceans, rivers, and fountains, were subj

ollo singeth, while his chariot Waits at the door of heaven. Thou art not For scenes like this; an empire stern hast thou;

eep thy riches, melancholy sea.                                We ask not such from thee! “Yet more, the depths have more!

u wild and wrathful main;                                Earth claims not these again! “Yet more, the depths have more! th

ave more! High hearts and brave are gathered to thy breast! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle thunders

! They hear not now the booming waters roar, The battle thunders will not break their rest; Keep thy red gold and gems, tho

les, thy towers o’erthrown,                                But all is not thine own! “To thee the love of woman hath gone

se sent to him by Death, while any to whom the rites of sepulchre had not been granted, were for a hundred years allowed to

n. If any living person presented himself to cross the lake, he could not be admitted before he showed Charon a golden boug

y, with a grim and dismal countenance, for which reason, temples were not raised to his honour, as to the remainder of the

re the only sacrifices which were offered to him, and their blood was not sprinkled on the altars, but permitted to run dow

ds; he conducted the souls of the dead into the infernal regions, and not only presided over orators and merchants, but was

eased him more, Admiring this new music, ‘Thou’ he said, ‘Who cans’t not be the partner of my bed, At least shall be the c

had lavished all her affections, but who unfortunately returned them not . To whom is not the tale of the self-slain Narcis

l her affections, but who unfortunately returned them not. To whom is not the tale of the self-slain Narcissus known, thoug

cries, ‘is any nigh?’ Again the mournful Echo answers, ‘I,’ ‘Why come not you,’ he said, ‘appear in view,’ She hastily retu

e not you,’ he said, ‘appear in view,’ She hastily returns, ‘why come not you?’ “‘Then let us join,’ at last Narcissus sai

ozening lips, His arms grasp nothing, from himself he slips; He knows not what he views, and yet pursues His desperate love

o its own sweet image unto nearness; Deaf to light Zephyrus, it would not move, But still would seem to droop, to pine, to

we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood,                      At the so

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

r want of my breath, There was thought in her face, and her eyes were not raised From the grass at her foot, but I saw, as

he indignantly hurled at my head, That dissevered my ear, but I felt not , whose fate, Was to meet more distress in his lov

ssaly “He met with the same as himself,” and obtained with them, if not sympathy, at least companionship. Chiron was the

, But with his rivals, shared a like success.” Ovid. Miserable, but not cast down, by the many refusals he met with, Vert

he fallen fanes, Are veiled with wreaths on Italian plains: But it is not for me in my hour of bloom, To speak of the ruin

and the wreath, and the joyous lay, Come forth to the sunshine, I may not stay. Away from the dwellings of care-worn men,

oked on since last we met? Ye are changed, ye are changed! and I see not here All whom I saw in the vanished year! There w

e spread; There were voices that rung thro’ the sapphire sky, And had not a sound of mortality! Are they gone? is their mir

, I go where the loved, who have left you, dwell, And the flowers are not death’s — farewell, farewell!” Hemans. ‌Summer

y, prevented her escaping from his grasp. When Thetis found she could not elude the vigilance of Peleus, she consented to m

ere immortal. Achilles would have shared the same fate, if Peleus had not snatched him from her hand, as she was going to r

    Though now all changed and fled, Be still, be still, and haunt us not     With music from the dead!     “Are all these

lf she starts. A ghastly horror in her eyes appears But yet she knows not what it is she fears, In vain she offers from her

     Borne on my sweeping wings.                         I waft them not alone From the deep organ of the forest shades, O

nity of the masculine gender. The Lacedæmonians indeed, regarded her, not as an existing, but as an imaginary being.     “

cradle bed,     The mother watches thro’ the hour of night; Hope hath not quite her lonely spirit fled,     Tho’ o’er her f

banquet room to grief,     The wedding garment to a garb of woe, Do I not bring to wounded hearts relief?     Do I not ease

t to a garb of woe, Do I not bring to wounded hearts relief?     Do I not ease the wretched of his woe? Then taunt me not w

arts relief?     Do I not ease the wretched of his woe? Then taunt me not with wanton cruelty, Man knows ’tis written ‘thou

, The meekly drooping head,     The long hair’s willowy flow. Ye know not what ye do,     That call the slumberers back, Fr

h from your rites Estranged, and exiled from your altars long, I have not ceased to love you, Household Gods! O ye whom you

crowded path With folly’s rattle, to your Household Gods Return: for not in Vice’s gay abodes, ‌Not in the unquiet, unsaf

attle, to your Household Gods Return: for not in Vice’s gay abodes, ‌ Not in the unquiet, unsafe halls of Fame Doth Happine

idicule. He laughed at Minerva, who had made a house, because she had not formed it moveable, that the annoyance of a bad n

might be avoided. He sneered at Neptune’s bull, because the eyes were not placed near enough to the horn, to render his blo

; Still slowly passed the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray. The world was sad; the garden was

is constant lamp, and waves his purple wings, Reigns here and revels, not in the bought smile Of harlots, loveless, joyless

” Milton ‌It was supposed that he always attended at nuptials; if not , matrimonial connections were fatal, and ended un

the bloody part. Yet, though to act the butchery betrayed, They could not bear to see the wounds they made, ‌With stern re

writers, that the murder of the two youngest of Jason’s children, was not committed by Medea, but by the Corinthians themse

e? Spare, O sanguinary stranger,     Pledges of thy sacred love! Ask not Heaven’s commiseration,     After thou hast done

born Hercules, who was brought up at Tirynthus; Juno, however, could not look upon him with pleasure, and before he was ni

. Hercules. Why hast thou then unveiled me to the Sun? Theseus. Why not ? Can mortal man pollute the Gods? Hercules. Fly,

deemest thou the gods regard thy threats? Hercules. The gods regard not me, nor I the gods! Theseus. Forbear: lest thy p

Theseus. Doth the much suffering Hercules say this? Hercules. He had not suffered this, had ills a mean. Theseus. The bra

friend of men. Hercules. They nought avail me. Theseus. Greece will not suffer thee to die thus rashly. Hercules. Now he

ns, or what giants, what Of monsters banded in the Centaur war, Did I not quell? The Hydra, raged around, With heads still

me when known, and bitter tongues Goad me with these reproaches: — Is not this The son of Jove, who slew his sons and wife?

up, and the labour of Hercules would have remained unfinished, had he not commanded his friend Iolas, who accompanied him,

m this murder, and his insanity was at an end. However, the gods were not satisfied, but persecuted him still further, for

sition which compelled him once more to consult the oracle of Delphi. Not being pleased with the manner in which his applic

e owe my fame and me, Yet kindred should thy lawless lust deny, Think not perfidious wretch, from me to fly; Tho’ winged wi

Ovid. Ceyx received them both with great favour, but Hercules could not forget that he had been refused the hand of Iole,

all his nerves bedews. ‌With wonted fortitude he bore the smart, And not a groan confessed his burning heart, At length hi

fate Antæus found, Nor gained recruited vigour from the ground. Did I not triple-formed Geryon fell? Or, did I fear the tri

triple-formed Geryon fell? Or, did I fear the triple dog of hell? Did not these hands the bull’s armed forehead hold? Are n

dog of hell? Did not these hands the bull’s armed forehead hold? Are not our mighty toils in Elis told? Did not Stymphalia

ull’s armed forehead hold? Are not our mighty toils in Elis told? Did not Stymphalian lakes proclaim my fame? And fair Part

force withstand? Or the fell boar that spoiled the Arcadian land? Did not these arms the Hydra’s rage subdue, Who from his

barbarous lord, o’erthrew? What if these hands Nemæa’s lion slew? Did not this neck the heavenly globe sustain? The female

this feast Perseus was invited, Polydectes being aware that he would not be able to procure the present which the wealth o

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

undered of their fruits by one of the sons of the King of Heaven; and not only did he rudely refuse to shelter him, but off

s; Threat’ning he storms, and next adds force to threats. By strength not Perseus could himself defend, For who in strength

gth with Atlas could contend? — ‘But since short rest to me thou wilt not give, A gift of endless rest from me receive. —’

form, so exquisitely fine, She seemed a statue by a hand divine, Had not the wind her waving tresses shewed And down her c

nd, if your daughter I from death redeem. Shall she be mine? Shall it not then be thought, A bride, so lovely, was too chea

d wish’d, perhaps, her death, to ease your grief With my afflictions; not content to view Andromeda in chains, unhelped by

and Perseus must have fallen a victim to the fury of Phineus, had he not employed the same arms which had proved so succes

dful sight; He knows their faces, for their help he sues, And thinks, not hearing him, that they refuse, By name lie begs t

ens into stone, Those impious men who daring death, look on: I warred not with thee out of hate or strife, My honest cause

tiquity, was the son of Ægeus, by Æthra, daughter of Pittheus, though not publicly acknowledged to be the King of Athens, b

his courage. He arrived at Athens in safety, where his reception was not so cordial as he hoped, for Medea, who resided wi

al tribute of seven of the noblest youth of Athens, and Theseus could not fail of being ranked among them, to be devoured b

ained the throne of Athens: and that the memory of their father might not be without honour, sent for his remains from Scyr

it could give Such truth to life and majesty.     Leonarde. You will not marvel Ariadne loved. She gave the secret clue th

aters, less and less, Like hope diminishing, till wholly past. I will not say, for you can fancy well, Her desolate feeling

id you soon will part from us.     Hip. Madam!     Phæ. I pray you do not leave us!     Hip. My duty, lady! —     Phæ. Woul

ile thro’ my veins The hot blood bounds in fierce convulsive starts.) Not as a mother do I love thee, But — as a woman — no

hath burned And given a fever to my very looks.     Hip. Madam! I do not understand you;     Phæ. You must! fierce, burnin

    Hip. And you his wife?     Phæ. Aye, boy, ’tis even so; Nay, look not so: — I say Hippolytus, That from the very hour I

vowed, My thoughts were all of thee. Speak, speak, and say Thou dost not hate me.     Hip. Some sudden frenzy hath upset t

e me.     Hip. Some sudden frenzy hath upset thy brain — Thou knowest not what thou speakest.     Phæ. I am not mad! would

upset thy brain — Thou knowest not what thou speakest.     Phæ. I am not mad! would to the gods I were — Think not that I

hou speakest.     Phæ. I am not mad! would to the gods I were — Think not that I have yielded willingly, Unto the passion w

that I yet may hope to lay my head On that dear bosom, say thou wilt not spurn The heart that rests its only hope on thee.

, And I will fall upon my knees adoring thee!     Hip. Madam, I would not , could not wrong my father; And thou, how canst t

l fall upon my knees adoring thee!     Hip. Madam, I would not, could not wrong my father; And thou, how canst thou meet hi

d change a husband’s love, Into a husband’s hate.     Phæ. Thou canst not do it!     Hip. What if I did proclaim to him thy

bed — Woman, I tell thee — ‌    Phæ. And I tell thee, that he would not believe thee. Yet — say it not, Hippolytus! for I

   Phæ. And I tell thee, that he would not believe thee. Yet — say it not , Hippolytus! for I Do love thee as —     Hip. I’l

’ll hear no more! Mother! I leave thee, and I pray the gods To visit not on thee, this awful crime!’” Racine. Fearful le

. Fearful lest Hippolytus should betray her, when she found he would not return her sinful passion, Phædra accused his son

famy my memory, That, having given birth to one so shameless, I dared not take the life I gave to him! Wretch that thou art

ared not take the life I gave to him! Wretch that thou art, dost thou not answer me?     Hip. Sire, I am not the wretch tha

m! Wretch that thou art, dost thou not answer me?     Hip. Sire, I am not the wretch that thou would’st make me. Horror — a

ence itself.     Hip. In this I am most innocent! — Nay, interrupt me not , for I will speak — Thou hast accused me of an aw

anst thus deceive me? Away, away, no more pollute my court; Wert thou not called my son, thy time were short.’” Racine. B

y to be overwhelmed by the numbers of their opponents.      “Know ye not when our dead     From sleep to battle sprung? Wh

mote without a clash;     The stroke was heard by none! His voice was not of those     That swelled the rolling blast, And

feet.” But though this beautiful art was his master passion, he did not forget the charms of theology and philosophy, in

presence, and the nymphs made his company their chief desire. It was not long before the winged deity pierced him with his

ct by an union, at which Hymen presided. This happiness, however, was not destined to last very long, for Aristæus became e

ned, and they swarm Like bees in clusters, when the sun grows warm!” Not only was the god of the infernal regions delighte

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

them and thee.     Yet doth my spirit faint to part,     I mourn thee not , O sun!     Joy, solemn joy, o’erflows my heart,

’erflows my heart, Sing me triumphant songs! my crown is won.     Let not a voice of weeping rise — ,     My heart is girt

knowest what love is now!     Its glory and its might —     Are they not written on my brow? And will that image ever quit

y warm heart once more!     Night falls, my pulse beats low;     Seek not to quicken, to restore — Joy is in every pang, — 

he hands ‌of his son. Alarmed at so fearful a prediction, he resolved not to approach his wife. Having broken this wise res

fied however, and consulted the Delphian oracle, by which he was told not to return home, or he must inevitably become the

us insolently ordered the youth to move out of his way, which Œdipus, not knowing him, and irritated at his tone and langua

heathed a dagger, and upon me leap’d. ‌I had no dagger, but I lacked not courage. Me he assailed. I combated his onset, Gr

n laying waste the country around Thebes, and devouring all who could not expound the enigma it proposed, which was — “What

that he was the husband of his own mother. Œdipus. “‘Why speak you not according to my charge? Bring forth the rack, sin

Torment shall force. Phorbas. Hold, hold, Oh! dreadful sir, You will not rack an innocent man. ‌ Œd. Speak, then. Phor.

speak; And if I speak most certain death attends me. Œd. Thou shalt not die; speak then, who was it? Speak, While I have

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

n, Why did you tempt the gods, and dare to touch me? Methinks there’s not a hand that grasps thy hell, But should run up li

lazing fire. Stand from this spot, I wish you as my friends, And come not near me, lest the gaping earth Swallow you too.’”

and attempted to persuade Eteocles into some feeling of justice; but not only did the latter persist in his conduct, but s

yle to the vengeance of his dead sire. But so execrable a crime could not pass unpunished, and he was tortured by the Furie

sent to Priam, to make known to him the infamous conduct of his son. Not only did he refuse all reparation, but he embitte

h unreverted eyes will grasp Iphigenia’s hand.                 We are not shades Surely! for yours throbs yet,             

fane, With face averted, holding (as before) My hand; but yours burns not , as then it burned. This alone shews me we are wi

ho loved me so, And grieved, as ‘twere for you, to see me part. Frown not , but pardon me for tarrying Amid too idle words,

s, Together with the Gods and all their laws. Iphig. Father! we must not let you here condemn; Not, were the day less joyf

and all their laws. Iphig. Father! we must not let you here condemn; Not , were the day less joyful: recollect We have no w

date His tranquil realm, nor envies their’s above. No change have we, not even day for night, Nor spring for summer,       

good Incestuous Helen here? Aga. Oh! Gods of Hell! Iphig. She hath not past the river.                 We may walk With

enai — come away, And I will weave them for you on the bank. You will not look so pale when you have walked A little in the

er be. Aga. Thou art my child — yes, yes, thou art my child. All was not once what all now is! Come on, Idol of love and t

he dirk Which severed flesh from flesh, where this hand rests, Severs not , as thou boasted’st in thy scoffs, Iphigenia’s lo

memnon: The wife’s a spark may light, a straw consume, The daughter’s not her hearts whole fount hath quenched, ’Tis worthy

d And wandering in my fondness?                 We are shades!! Groan not thus deeply; blight not thus the season Of full o

ndness?                 We are shades!! Groan not thus deeply; blight not thus the season Of full orbed gladness! Shades we

at you have ever been (Except in sorrow!) I might well forget I could not win you as I used to do. It was the first embrace

e, Save one, who loves me most, and now would chide me. Aga. We want not O Iphigenia, we Want not embrace, nor kiss that c

most, and now would chide me. Aga. We want not O Iphigenia, we Want not embrace, nor kiss that cools the heart With purit

vance. Aga. Come to me, soul of peace! these, these alone, These are not false embraces.” W. S. Landor. The Trojan Wa

and his brave sons though they received the enemy with vigour, could not prevent them from landing, and the siege commence

and of the future conquests which awaited him. Ulysses departed, but not alone, for the spirit of glory was aroused in Ach

this hero in dying had bequeathed to Philoctetes, who, however, would not give up the terrible arms that no mortal dared ta

es. Insérer image anonyme_heathen-mythology_1842_img234a But this was not enough. It was necessary to take from the Trojans

ery, Paris basely slew him by shooting him in the heel, the only part not rendered invulnerable, by being washed in the riv

enemy. Vainly he cried, “fear the Greeks and their gifts!” They would not listen to him. At this moment a Greek named Sinon

put on his arms, and ran to the palace of Priam, in time to see, but not to save, the aged monarch, his daughters, and his

enemy, but when he abandoned himself to feelings of grief and rage at not being able, his mother made known to him the usel

him in charge to Creusa, his wife, telling her to follow closely, and not to leave him. The unfortunate woman, however, los

aves whose entrance leads to hell. Each rules his race, his neighbour not his care, Heedless of others, to his own severe.”

f refreshing them, which transformed them into swine. One only tasted not of the enchanted drink, and escaped to acquaint U

sing him admission; at this moment Ulysses stepped out, and Telegonus not knowing him, ran him through with his lance, thus

pile with furious haste; Unsheathes the sword the Trojan left behind, Not for so dire an enterprize designed; But when she

tue. An augur having warned Marcellus that these two divinities would not dwell in the circumference of the same temple, he

essed in a white cloth during her public ceremonies; but victims were not sacrificed upon her altar, because she was deemed

crificed upon her altar, because she was deemed inflexible, and could not yield to prayers, however urgent. Two hands, join

eir hearts. The Gods were pleased with their entertainment; but could not forget the inhospitality with which they had been

ng in the dark, They both agree to fix upon a mark; A mark that could not their designs expose: The tomb of Venus was the m

felt the Cyclop’s wrath, for on his head The mighty weight descended: not a limb, Or bone, or fragment, or a glossy hair, R

emained of all his beauty.” Galatea was in despair, and as she could not restore him to life, she changed him into a river

bright star of Venus alone looked down on the expectant lover. He saw not the dark rush of Helle’s wave, he heard not the f

e expectant lover. He saw not the dark rush of Helle’s wave, he heard not the fierce sweep of its waters; he thought only o

oft, and tides below, With sighs, and sounds, forbade to go; He could not see, he would not hear, Or sound or sign forebodi

ow, With sighs, and sounds, forbade to go; He could not see, he would not hear, Or sound or sign foreboding fear; His eye b

it hailed above; His ear but rang with Hero’s song, ‘Ye waves divide not lovers long!’” With a strong hand and anxious he

er had no fear, he cleft the wave, What is the peril fond hearts will not brave! Delicious were their moonlight wanderings,

topped, it seemed too beautiful ‌for earth; Leander, however, thought not of this, but with the enthusiastic ardour of yout

or, as but rarely is known to mortals; for the first time Leander had not sought her bower, and an indistinct shadow broode

ick with its terror, and her eye, Roving in tearful, dim uncertainty. Not long uncertain, — she marked something glide, Sha

and Phaon. The story of Sappho and of Phaon has become almost, if not quite as well known, as that of Hero and Leander.

ucadia’s rock,’ At times, and ‘faithless Phaon:’ then the form Passed not , but seemed to melt in air away: This was the Les

e. At his death, which took place after a reign of forty-three years, not only the Romans, but the neighbouring nations wer

ous to pay their testimony of reverence to a monarch, whom they could not help respecting no less for his abilities, than f

the cell Haunted by holy love — the earliest oracle! And did’st thou not , thy breast to his replying, Blend a celestial wi

and impart The purity of heaven to earthly joys, Expel the venom and not blunt the dart — The dull satiety which all destr

in a work meant to be placed in the hands of youth, while others are not sufficiently authenticated, or do not bear suffic

ands of youth, while others are not sufficiently authenticated, or do not bear sufficient interest, to induce us to present

e us to dispense with a few of the leading ones among them, this work not having for its object a deep research into obscur

animated by one spirit, and recommends ten precepts, which are, — 1. Not to kill. 2. Not to steal. 3. To be chaste. 4. Not

spirit, and recommends ten precepts, which are, — 1. Not to kill. 2. Not to steal. 3. To be chaste. 4. Not to bear false t

ts, which are, — 1. Not to kill. 2. Not to steal. 3. To be chaste. 4. Not to bear false testimony. 5. Not to speak untruly.

2. Not to steal. 3. To be chaste. 4. Not to bear false testimony. 5. Not to speak untruly. 6. Not to swear. 7. To avoid al

e chaste. 4. Not to bear false testimony. 5. Not to speak untruly. 6. Not to swear. 7. To avoid all impure words. 8. To be

all impure words. 8. To be disinterested. 9. To forgive injuries. 10. Not to be superstitious. This religion, all peace and

al flame divine, And hallow thee and kiss thy shrine. “‘Knowest thou not me?’ celestial sounds I hear! ‘Knowest thou not m

rine. “‘Knowest thou not me?’ celestial sounds I hear! ‘Knowest thou not me? Ah! spare a mortal ear! Behold — ’ my swimmin

oyless lovers, Thy mildest influence to thy bard impart, To warm, but not consume his heart.” Sir W. Jones. Insérer image

noured by the mighty mother Frigga, herself mourning over their fate, not indeed for their sake, but for the sake of the co

t to avert it: and administered an oath to all the objects of nature, not to injure her beautiful and beloved Balder. The s

d men so haughty that they thought themselves dishonoured if they did not revenge the slightest offence, would tremblingly

hey sometimes congratulated themselves in their destiny. But they did not always sacrifice such mean persons. In great cala

quickly strangled or knocked on the head.” Irminsul was another, and not the least celebrated of the gods adored by the Ge

he body fell to the bottom, the goddess was supposed to accept it; if not , she refused it, and it was hung up in a sacred p

who had been sacrificed. Occasionally the blood of their children was not spared even by the monarchs of the land — Hacon o

, sacrificed the lives of nine of his offspring; examples which could not fail to produce an effect upon their people. But

ples which could not fail to produce an effect upon their people. But not only did they delight in the sacrifices of human

also a Venus, who, with her three sisters, presided over love. It is not unusual to represent her reclining on a couch, wh

own upon the then unknown shore of America, from which place they did not return, but gave to their descendants their relig

ly tend to aid. “Pyramids,” says an able writer of the present day, “ not inferior to the Egyptian, exist in many parts of

Oaxica, Mitlan, and Tlascola. “The ancient town of Palenque, exhibits not only excellent workmanship in the temples, palace

esign in the architect, as well as skill in the execution, which will not shrink from a comparison with the works, at least

l the tombs and palaces of Egypt; on his head he wears a conical cap, not differing much from that which the Osiris of Egyp

s of Egypt wears. Two additional symbols, the one Egyptian, the other not , but equally intelligible, namely the lotus and t

then-mythology_1842_img288 “In the midst of an enclosure, which does not yield in size or grandeur to the proudest monumen

rmation of the numerous islands for which the place is remarkable, is not the least curious of their beliefs. One of their

the following lines of the lamented L. E. L. we shall close our work, not doubting that our readers will perceive and appre

mmortal, — but there still — For the heart clings to old idolatry, If not with true belief with tenderness — Lingers a spir

hich she had exacted no promise, because, it being so feeble, she did not dread its power. Loke then departed, and, cutting

the unquestionably classic. The term Classic, however, is, of course, not restricted to the products of Greece and Rome; no

e been included in this work; and certain Norse and German myths have not been excluded. Whatever is admitted is admitted a

ēa. On the same principle, such a name Φειδίας as would be anglicized not Pheidias, nor even Phīdias, but — Phĭdias. A few

ferred without modification. In short, the practice aimed at has been not that of scientific uniformity, but of acknowledge

and in the Index of Mythological Subjects and their Sources names are not only accented, but, when there is possibility of

ring assistance in the reading of proof, and for critical suggestions not a few of which have been adopted. Berkeley, Calif

e the effect of polish upon a kind of sandstone information that will not stand polishing. With such fatuity many of our te

may be moderated if those products be reproduced, so far as possible, not in the prosaic but in the poetic atmosphere, and

ative garb of modern art. For though the phenomena of plastic art are not the same in one continent as in another, or from

s much as for the poet. It assists him to thrid the labyrinth of art: not merely with the clue of tradition, but with a thr

nd lived a new sympathy, an unselfish thrill, a purified delight! And not only as an impulse toward artistic output, or pat

rror ( ex nihilo nihil fit ), the truth now recognized, while it did not exist in that fraction of myth which happens to b

Powell in his First Annual Report of the Bureau of Ethnology.2 We do not find the truth free from dross in what he calls t

s of men.” In these deities of the sun, the moon, and the dawn, we do not yet know the pure, the genuine truth. Nor do we r

onsideration of mythology, and particularly of the classic myths, are not only general, but specific. For, the study, when

ve, and descriptive passages of modern literature, there is furnished not only that material of allusion and reference for

h the imaginings of old is the best incentive to an æsthetic estimate not only of art, but of nature to-day; but if our Ame

t, and heightens the enjoyment of such works of literature and art as not treating of mythical or classical subjects still

st-known literary applications of each myth. The myths should provide not only nutriment for thought, but material for memo

. Such unfortunately is the case in many of our schools; and such was not the case in the day of our fathers. Pupils should

poems and verses that accompany the myths here given; and they should not be allowed to pass allusions already explained wi

seen of eyes that lack insight, be known of men for whom nature does not live? Surely the age of myth is not yet wholly pa

known of men for whom nature does not live? Surely the age of myth is not yet wholly past; surely the beauties and the wond

mericans for lack of imaginative training, and sympathy, and awe have not yet valued, and have yet to apprehend. ———— With

ical arrangement, they should be recited in this order. When there is not time for detailed recitation on the whole book, s

ritten composition, once a week or fortnight. These narratives should not , however, be assigned in arbitrary and inconseque

udied by older pupils in connection with each lesson. But they should not be suffered to spoil the interest in the stories,

, as such. Allusions and interpretations which the younger pupil does not appreciate will, if the book is used for purposes

sels made to order into which a lesson may be poured. Myths are born, not made. They are born in the infancy of a people. T

de. They are born in the infancy of a people. They owe their features not to any one historic individual, but to the imagin

ed by any one. The so-called divinities of Olympus and of Asgard have not a single worshipper among men. They dwell only in

at have in recent years been proposed for one and the same myth could not all, at any one time, have been entertained by th

to be probable. “To the ancients,” says John Fiske 3 , “the moon was not a lifeless body of stones and clods; it was the h

overs, born of the sea-foam in the East, near Cyprus. The clouds were not bodies of vaporized water; they were cows, with s

mind from the humdrum of actuality. They furnish information that may not be practical but is delightful; they elicit emoti

eveloping the character of the hero. In such myths, circumstances are not so important as what the hero does with circumsta

terest. In romantic myths like the Odyssey this sense of freedom does not impel the poet to capricious use of his material.

” § 5. Reasonable Myths. — If myths were always reasonable, it would not be difficult to reach an agreement concerning som

asonable myths to baffle our understanding. For, at the present time, not only children and simple-minded men, like sailors

our metaphors, we perpetuate and diffuse the poetic illusion; we talk not perhaps of the arrows of Apollo, but of a sun-str

hey, at some time or other, believed in these personifications. We do not believe. But their belief is easier to comprehend

sun, the sea — is universal. It springs from the fact that savages do not deem themselves superior to nature. They are not

fact that savages do not deem themselves superior to nature. They are not conscious of souls whose flight is higher than th

dom, personality, and power exceeding those of man. Why, then, should not the savage believe, of beings worthy of worship a

r and gratitude, all and more than all that is accredited to man? Why not confer upon them human and superhuman passions an

luence, to us also, of spiritual good, — and becomes thus in reality, not in imagination, to us also, a spiritual power, —

ss of the same god, we must conclude that, since the worshipper could not believe both sets of attributes, he preserved his

f sex. These objects accordingly became in the process of generations not only persons, but male and female. As, also, the

ing-point masculine and feminine names for objects of nature. It does not attempt to show how an object like the ocean came

not attempt to show how an object like the ocean came to be male, and not female, or how it came to be a person at all. And

ing the origin of myths, is what should first be ascertained. We must not , however, fall into the error of supposing that t

ords and the diseases of words. Max Müller grants that mythology does not always create its own heroes, but sometimes lays

st etymological analysis, for the simple reason that their origin was not etymological, but historical. (3) The Allegorical

ed as an allegory, in all probability it was preserved as such. It is not , however, likely that allegories of deep scientif

to make reasonable the divine and heroic narratives which they could not otherwise justify, and of whose existence they we

hat they invented the senseless stories were in an intellectual state not higher than that of our contemporary Australians,

later peoples who had attained to purer ideas of divinity, yet dared not reject the religion of their ancestors.” 11 The s

ddess with her nymphs Across the lawn and through the darksome grove ( Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes By echo multipli

ng visibly. The Zephyrs, fanning, as they passed, their wings, Lacked not for love fair objects whom they wooed With gentle

And then, in all the most beautiful and enduring myths, we shall find not only a literal story of a real person — not only

ring myths, we shall find not only a literal story of a real person — not only a parallel imagery of moral principle — but

the great myths eternally and beneficently true.” Myth, in fine, “is not to be regarded as mere error and folly, but as an

e fictitious narrative of events that never happened.” 14 But that is not the full statement of the case. Myth is also actu

nced; but none of them fully unveils the mystery. The difficulty lies not so much in accounting for the similarity of thoug

only between nations historically acquainted with each other. It will not account for the existence of the same arrangement

historical (Euhemeristic) hypothesis is inadequate. It is, moreover, not likely that many historical incidents like those

ia, “and that from their ancient home they must have carried away, if not the developed myth, yet the quickening germ from

that stories having only the undeveloped germ or idea in common would not , with any probability, after they had been develo

an Indians, and other peoples whose myths resemble the Aryan, but are not traceable to the same original germ. The Aryan ge

is sense. They are the rough product of the early human mind, and are not yet characterized by the differentiations of race

acial families and of family traditions narrows the problem, but does not solve it. The existence of the same story in unre

o these, when materials capable of transmitting long productions were not yet in use. On the other hand, it is asked how po

superstition that those who should take that “Lover’s-leap” would, if not destroyed, be cured of their love. Of Arion the g

put together” by Snorri Sturlason, who lived 1178-1241, the world was not informed of the fact until 1609, when Arngrim Joh

earlier hands. The poets of the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries do not speak of Snorri, but they refer continually to th

da is of the thirteenth century. Its contents were probably collected not later than 1150. The composition of the poems can

its popularity between the thirteenth and sixteenth centuries, it was not until the Swiss critic, J. J. Bodmer, published,

adaptation of the Norse version;46 by others, that the Scandinavians, not the Germans, borrowed the story; and by others st

s own invention. In fine, the materials of the poem would persuade us not only of its origin in very ancient popular lays,

, India, and Persia are of intense interest and importance, they have not materially affected English literature. The follo

families of Rishis, or psalmists, as far back, perhaps, as 3000 b.c., not later than 1400 b.c. They give us the religious c

l follow in the order named. The Romans, being by nature a practical, not a poetic, people, incorporated in their literatur

is veiled, to typify his cunning and his reserve; he bears the sickle not only as memento of the means by which he brought

racteristics would suggest some prehistoric brutish race, hot-headed, not amenable to reason.56 Of the Giants the more migh

ister.]   § 22. The Origin of Man was a question which the Greeks did not settle so easily as the Hebrews. Greek traditions

e Greeks did not settle so easily as the Hebrews. Greek traditions do not trace all mankind to an original pair. On the con

an age of innocence and happiness. Truth and right prevailed, though not enforced by law, nor was there any in authority t

r was there any in authority to threaten or to punish. The forest had not yet been robbed of its trees to yield timbers for

is brother to beware of Jupiter and all his ways. And the caution was not groundless. In the hand of Pandora had been place

ck of a vulture which, for ages, preyed upon his liver, yet succeeded not in consuming it. This state of torment might have

tal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise, What was thy pity’s

and the chain, All that the proud can feel of pain, The agony they do not show, The suffocating sense of woe, Which speaks

nd repulse Of thine impenetrable spirit, Which earth and heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit.”61 § 26.

re sailing Round the cloudy crags Caucasian! “Though to all there is not given Strength for such sublime endeavor, Thus to

Age,63 more savage of temper and readier for the strife of arms, yet not altogether wicked. § 28. Last came the hardest ag

ion might set Heaven itself on fire, he proceeded to drown the world. Not satisfied with his own waters, he called his brot

th astonishment. Pyrrha first broke silence: “We cannot obey; we dare not profane the remains of our parents.” They sought

nd us; this, I think, the oracle means. At least, to try will harm us not .” They veiled their faces, unbound their garments

such as are contained in Sections 55, 56, 98 and 124, we are indebted not to the Roman but the Greek imagination. Chapte

the Iliad he informs the other gods that their united strength would not budge him: that, on the contrary, he could draw t

delivered a similar command. According to another account these were not doves, but priestesses, who, carried off from The

the goddess Juno, should be charged with numerous other love affairs, not only in respect of goddesses, but of mortals, is,

divinities that were gradually identified with him. It is, therefore, not wise to assume that the love affairs of Jupiter a

, could be her wrath. For she was of a jealous disposition, which was not happily affected by the vagaries of her spouse; a

-thirsty demons. As typifying the chances of war, Mars is, of course, not always successful. In the battles before Troy, Mi

est artificer in metal among them. His forge in Olympus was furnished not only with anvils and all other implements of the

set of sun. I fell in Lemnos, and little life was left in me.” Had he not been lame before, he had good reason to limp afte

s, and mankind made grateful offerings to the god. But his advent was not altogether peaceful. An enormous serpent, Python,

combat slew, with arrows, weapons which the god of the silver bow had not before used against any but feeble animals, — har

race, should be crowned with a wreath of beech-leaves. Apollo brought not only the warm spring and summer, but also the ble

orshipped him. But though a god of life and peace, the far-darter did not shun the weapons of war. When presumption was to

t with light and healing, spiritual, creative, and prophetic, he must not be confounded with a god of the older dynasty, He

was wont to scour hill, valley, forest, and plain. She was, however, not only huntress, but guardian, of wild beasts, — mi

Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. “Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynth

ing voice is heard In song of wind and wave, and every flitting bird. Not plainly, never quite herself she shows: Just a sw

powerful, he added the persuasiveness of eloquence. But his skill was not confined to speech: he was, also, the first of in

, and Argus, and many another unfortunate. His methods, however, were not always questionable; although the patron of gambl

e, too, may be mentioned Æolus, the king of the winds, although he is not a lesser divinity of Heaven. His palace was on th

was especially the god of animal life and vegetation. He represented not only the intoxicating power of wine, but its soci

his suit was frequently of no avail, for though good-natured, he was not prepossessing; his hoofs and horns did not enhanc

hough good-natured, he was not prepossessing; his hoofs and horns did not enhance his comeliness. He was fond of music, and

Weak ships and spirits steer; They drive adrift, and whither They wot not who make thither; But no such winds blow hither,

song rings hollow, And flowers are put to scorn. ………………………………… We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; To-day wi

es nor sets. But Homer’s Elysium of the western seas is a happy land, not tried by sun, nor cold, nor rain, but always fann

. The blissful region may have been wholly imaginary. It is, however, not impossible that the myth had its origin in the re

ther and yon, dark, unseen, — hated of mortals. He was, however, lord not only of all that descends to the bowels of the ea

een a famous lawgiver and king of Crete. The life of Rhadamanthus was not eventful. (2) The Furies (Erinyes, or Eumenides),

up to grace the wedding of Jove and Juno. The daughters of Atlas were not themselves divinities of the sea. (6) The Water-n

ng flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not . — Great God! I’d rather be A Pagan suckled in a

eat Divinities of Heaven. 1. Myths of Jupiter and Juno. § 57. Not a few of the adventures of Jupiter turn upon his

en. Fig. 33. Ganymede feeding the eagle. [Relief: Sepolcri.] § 58. Not only with immortals but with mortals were Jupiter

his wife; yet how refuse so trifling a present as a heifer? He could not , without exciting suspicion; and he, therefore, c

peacock, where they remain to this day. But the vengeance of Juno was not yet satiated. She sent a gadfly to torment Io, wh

s of the Nile. Then Jupiter interceded for her; and upon his engaging not to pay her any further attention, Juno consented

them all like the foam-born goddess among the Graces. Verily, she was not for long to set her heart’s delight upon the flow

and became a bull… He came into the meadow, and his coming terrified not the maidens, nay, within them all wakened desire

again to her dear playmates, stretching out her hands, but they could not reach her. The strand he gained, and forward he s

orned bull made answer to her again: “Take courage, maiden, and dread not the swell of the deep. Behold, I am Jupiter, even

I hope it will turn out so, but I can’t help being afraid. People are not always what they pretend to be. If he is indeed J

rned to the upper regions. There he clothed himself in his splendors, not putting on all his terrors, as when he overthrew

d lightnings he entered the chamber of Semele. Her mortal frame could not endure the splendors of the immortal radiance. Sh

e deep nights, Thrilling my flesh with awe; mysterious words — I knew not what; hints of unearthly things That I had felt o

Earth dreamed music, and the heart Went crooning a low song it could not learn, But wandered over it, as one who gropes Fo

tood open, with its veins enlarged, and gasped for the air. Men could not bear the heat of their clothes or their beds, but

eing exposed at birth on Mount Cithæron, grew up among the shepherds, not knowing their parentage. After various adventures

The random sunshine lightened.121 The musician’s life was, however, not all harmony and happiness. Owing to the pride of

d all closed; for it was late, and the inhospitable inhabitants would not rouse themselves to open for their reception. At

s, a pious old dame, and her husband Philemon had grown old together. Not ashamed of their poverty, they made it endurable

ll was ready, the stew, smoking hot, was set on the table. Some wine, not of the oldest, was added; and for dessert, apples

eft each other’s side. The chimney to a steeple grown, The jack would not be left alone; But up against the steeple reared,

ehold cares By a shrill voice at noon declares, Warning the cook-maid not to burn That roast meat which it cannot turn. The

ave their groves and fountains to come and gaze upon her work. It was not only beautiful when it was done, but beautiful al

d that Minerva herself had taught her. But this she denied, and could not bear to be thought a pupil even of a goddess. “Le

dess. Arachne bade the old dame to keep her counsel for others. “I am not afraid of the goddess; let her try her skill, if

rival to give up the contest before it was too late. But Arachne did not yield. She filled her web with subjects designedl

done, but strongly marking her presumption and impiety. Minerva could not forbear to admire, yet was indignant at the insul

arken to thee, and we are subject every one; only her thou chastenest not , neither in deed nor word, but settest her on, be

ud-gatherer looked sternly at him, and said: “Nay, thou renegade, sit not by me and whine. Most hateful to me art thou of a

with stormy daring, as thy great spirit moveth thee? Rememberest thou not how thou movedst Diomede, Tydeus’ son, to wound m

ou hast done.” Thus saying, he smote on the dread tasselled ægis that not even the lightning of Jupiter can overcome — ther

And Minerva laughed, and spake to him winged words exultingly: “Fool, not even yet hast thou learnt how far better than tho

indictive as his fair foe, the unwearied daughter of Jove. This fact, not only Cadmus, who slew a serpent sacred to Mars, b

er father Agenor commanded his son Cadmus to go in search of her, and not to return without her. Cadmus sought long and far

her, and not to return without her. Cadmus sought long and far; then, not daring to return unsuccessful, consulted the orac

, and saw their lifeless bodies, and the dragon with his bloody jaws, not knowing that the serpent was sacred to Mars, scou

, contemplating its vast size, a voice was heard (from whence he knew not , but it was Minerva’s) commanding him to take the

epared to encounter a new enemy, but one of them said to him, “Meddle not with our civil war.” With that he who had spoken

he presence of man, nor do they injure any one. But the curse appears not to have, passed from their house until the sons o

and fetters wound and clasped themselves about her so that she could not rise. The assistance of the gods was of no avail

t liberty. Pl. 7. The Forge of Vulcan. Velasquez. That Vulcan was not permanently hostile to Juno is shown by the servi

their rudeness; they added jeers, and threatened violence if she did not leave the place. They waded into the pond, and st

ana. By their unerring fiery darts they subdued the giant Tityus, who not only had obstructed the peaceful ways to the orac

p, to scale the skies and dethrone the immortals. It is reported that not Apollo and Diana, but Jupiter himself with his li

ech-owl.141 § 74. Hyacinthus. —The fiery force of the Far-darter was not felt by the monsters of darkness alone. His frien

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

her Clymene. She sent him to Phœbus to ask for himself whether he had not been truly informed concerning his parentage. Gla

aking. “None but myself,” he said, “may drive the flaming car of day. Not even Jupiter, whose terrible right arm hurls the

foreboding sigh, told him to spare the whip and hold tight the reins; not to take the straight road between the five circle

, and his knees shook with terror. He lost his self-command, and knew not whether to draw tight the reins or throw them loo

Phaëton, Struck by Jove’s thunder, rests beneath this stone. He could not rule’ his father’s car of fire, Yet was it much s

car of fire, Yet was it much so nobly to aspire.” 146 § 76. It was not , however, only by accident, or by the ill-advised

in of ingratitude and conceit in both father and daughter. The father not only betrayed the secrets of the gods, but, to ri

em into eating the roasted flesh of his own son Pelops. The gods were not deceived. Pelops was restored to life, — Tantalus

!” he cried, addressing all of them, in his ignorance that all needed not his supplication; and Apollo would have spared hi

rs, husband, all dead, and seemed torpid with grief. The breeze moved not her hair, no color was on her cheek, her eyes gla

mouth, and her veins ceased to convey the tide of life. Her neck bent not , her arms made no gesture, her foot no step. She

boldly say they might compare Even with thyself in virgin purity: May not a mother in her pride repeat What every mortal sa

rough a cloud. Artemis, thou at length art merciful: My children will not hear the fatal twang.’”149 § 78. The Lamentatio

Admetus, one who had Pure taste by right divine, Decreed his singing not too bad To hear between the cups of wine: And so

ttingly, in truth, They made his careless words their law. They knew not how he learned at all, For idly, hour by hour, He

dents, fancied that it would be easy to find a substitute. But it was not so. Brave warriors, who would willingly have peri

rienced his bounty and that of his house from their childhood up were not willing to lay down the scanty remnant of their d

y remnant of their days to show their gratitude. Men asked, “Why does not one of his parents do it? They cannot in the cour

red herself as the substitute. Admetus, fond as he was of life, would not have submitted to receive it at such a cost; but

— encircle him Till one hand join the other round about — There lives not who shall pull him out from me, Rib-mauled, befor

e let the woman go! But even say I miss the booty, — say, Death comes not to the boltered blood, — why, then, Down go I, to

loves The stranger? Who that now inhabits Greece? Wherefore he shall not say the man was vile Whom he befriended, — native

, And over shoulder cast the lion-shag, Let the club go, — for had he not those hands? And so went striding off, on that st

en cried Herakles, “Take hold of her. See now, my friend, if she look not somewhat like that wife thou hast lost.” Ah, bu

nd die. Beside, when he found speech, you guess the speech. He could not think he saw his wife again: It was some mocking

, caught him in that pair of hands. But all the time, Alkestis moved not once Out of the set gaze and the silent smile; An

oes she stand and front me, silent thus?” Herakles solemnly replied, “ Not yet Is it allowable thou hear the things She has

y the king, the son of Sthenelos.”154 § 82. Apollo, the Musician. — Not only in Arcadia, Laconia, and Thessaly did Apollo

we bleed: All wept, as I think both ye now would, If envy or age had not frozen your blood, At the sorrow of my sweet pipi

owing myths exist. § 85. Daphne. 162 — The lord of the silver bow was not always prosperous in his wooing. His first love,

rranged it; he saw her eyes bright as stars; he saw her lips, and was not satisfied with only seeing them. He longed for Da

moment at his entreaties. “Stay,” said he, “daughter of Peneüs; I am not a foe. It is for love I pursue thee. I am no clow

ses on the wood. The branches shrank from his lips. “Since thou canst not be my wife,” said he, “thou shalt assuredly be my

ad box; Let hunters from me take this saw when they need it, — You’re not always sure of your game when you’ve treed it. Ju

alogue With a dull wooden thing that will live and will die a log, — Not to say that the thought would forever intrude Tha

thusa.167 — A woodland nymph of Elis was this Arethusa; she delighted not in her comeliness, but in the joys of the chase.

f away, and sought with a sudden impulse for her arrows. As they were not at hand, she dashed the water into the face of th

ted out the black object to his sister, and maintained that she could not hit it. The archer-goddess discharged a shaft wit

s are visible; for Electra, it is said, left her place that she might not behold the ruin of Troy, which had been founded b

while he slept. She visited him again and again. But her secret could not long be hidden from the company of Olympus. For m

nal course to visit him. She takes care, too, that his fortunes shall not suffer by his inactive life: she yields his flock

toward the timid,” she would say, “courage against the courageous is not safe.” Having thus, on one occasion, warned him,

l king and cruel, while wretched I yet live, being a goddess, and may not follow thee! Persephone, take thou my lover, my l

great offence to Venus, who complained that Paris might just as well not have yielded her the palm of beauty over Pallas a

fountain, and fast by a palace whose august front showed that it was not the work of mortal hands, but the happy retreat o

ighted with music from invisible performers. For a long time, she did not see her husband. He came in the hours of darkness

r. Often, she begged him to stay and let her behold him, but he would not consent. “Having looked upon me,” he said, “mayha

nerally spent the daytime in hunting upon the mountains. The sisters, not satisfied with this reply, soon made her confess

These persuasions Psyche resisted as well as she could, but they did not fail to have their effect on her mind. She prepar

ed around her. The palace and gardens had vanished. She found herself not far from the city where her sisters dwelt. Thithe

sat stupid and silent, nor would the work have been accomplished had not Cupid stirred up the ants to take compassion on h

id, “I know very well that by the aid of another thou hast done this; not yet am I assured that thou hast skill to be of us

he clasp, and fearfully raised up the lid; But what was there she saw not , for her head Fell back, and nothing she remember

eat distress She would have cried, but in her helplessness Could open not her mouth, or frame a word.180 But Cupid, now r

rass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions, too; Their lips touched not , but had not bade adieu, As if disjointed by soft

rms embraced, and their pinions, too; Their lips touched not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjointed by soft-handed slumb

tors were distanced, and were put to death without mercy. Hippomenes, not daunted by this result, fixed his eyes on the vir

and hardly knew whether she would rather conquer so goodly a youth or not . While she hesitated, the spectators grew impatie

eart was strook: Such power and virtue hath an amorous look. It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is o

here both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov’d, that lov’d not at first sight? He kneel’d; but unto her devoutl

ing several ways At one self instant, she, poor soul, assays, Loving, not to love at all, and every part Strove to resist t

d meekly let your fair hands joined be, As if so gentle that ye could not see, Untouch’d, a victim of your beauty bright, S

id his hand upon it as if to assure himself whether it were living or not , and could not even then believe that it was only

n it as if to assure himself whether it were living or not, and could not even then believe that it was only ivory. The fes

t and sold! ”188 According to another version of the story, he said not , “bid mine image live,” but “one like my ivory vi

him his statue garlanded with flowers. Yet while he stood, and knew not what to do With yearning, a strange thrill of hop

Filling his soul with great felicity, And thus she spoke, “Wilt thou not come to me, O dear companion of my new found life

am called thy lover and thy wife?… “My sweet,” she said, “as yet I am not wise, Or stored with words aright the tale to tel

married, but their parents forbade. One thing, however, parents could not forbid (for Venus and Cupid favored the match), —

e fruit. By this time, Thisbe, still trembling with fear, yet wishing not to disappoint her lover, stepped cautiously forth

ve is as strong as thine. But ye, unhappy parents of us both, deny us not our united request. As love and death have joined

ed to him some of her warmest and rarest love-songs. § 100. Venus did not fail to follow with her vengeance those who disho

, the sweet boy swore a great oath by his father’s head that he stole not the cows, nor knew even what cows might be, for h

appeared before their sire, and Apollo entered his complaint: he had not seen nor ever dreamed of so precocious a cattle-s

tood, however, that Mercury should indicate the future only by signs, not by speech or song, as did Apollo. It is said that

erally tipsy, and would have broken his neck early in his career, had not the Satyrs held him on his ass’s back as he reele

and threatened. His nearest friends and wisest counsellors begged him not to oppose the god. Their remonstrances only made

out over the sea, and said in a voice of weeping, “Sailors, these are not the shores ye promised me; yonder island is not m

, “Sailors, these are not the shores ye promised me; yonder island is not my home. It is small glory ye shall gain by cheat

s and swam about the ship. Of twenty men Acetes alone was left. “Fear not ,” said the god; “steer towards Naxos.” The pilot

nd became a worshipper of Pan, the god of the fields. But that he had not gained common sense is shown by the decision that

st of yonder dark monarch. who rules the realm of Tartarus. Dost thou not see that even in heaven some despise our power? M

er nymph would have told the goddess all she had witnessed, but dared not , for fear of Pluto; so she ventured merely to tak

f her daughter. Jupiter consented on condition that Proserpine should not during her stay in the lower world have taken any

d taught to play upon it, he became the most famous of musicians; and not only his fellow-mortals but even the wild beasts

ith the lyre, he sang his petition for his wife. Without her he would not return. In such tender strains he sang that the v

said, the cheeks of the Furies were wet with tears. Proserpine could not resist, and Pluto himself gave way. Eurydice was

s was permitted to take her away with him on condition that he should not turn round to look at her till they should have r

aspt the void And sought to speak; in vain; the ferry-guard Now would not row him o’er the lake again, His wife twice lost,

na with Jove, Naxos with Bacchus, and Delphi with Apollo. That he did not always make encroachments in person upon the land

nly powers who had made both, and rejoiced in the speed of both, were not willing that either should conquer. The javelin w

kindness at thy hands, my husband, grant me this last request; marry not that odious Breeze!” So saying, she expired in he

ss, by some hard god estranged. So, on a day, she rose and found him not . Alone, with wet, sad eye, she watched the shade

quent incense, but more than all to Juno. The goddess, at last, could not bear to be further pleaded with for one already d

country, which is the abode of the dull god, Somnus. Here Phœbus dare not come. Clouds and shadows are exhaled from the gro

idst thou grant mine asking with a smile, Like wealthy men who care not how they give; But thy strong Hours indignant w

, And beat me down and marr’d- and wasted me, And tho’ they could not end me, left me maim’d To dwell in presence of

s Of April, and could hear the lips that kiss’d Whispering I knew not what of wild and sweet, Like that strange song

llo sing, While Ilion like a mist rose into towers. “Yet hold me not forever in thine East: How can my nature longer

r and the lilies of the field as well as in man. True Christianity is not selfish. His sorrow at this loss of imaginative s

grand heroic guesses Through your falsehood at the True, We will weep not ! earth shall roll Heir to each god’s aureole, An

int of view, but hardly from the poetic. Phœbus’ chariot course shall not be finished so long as there is a sun, or a poet

so long as there is a sun, or a poet to gaze upon it. And that Pan is not yet dead, but alive even in the practical atmosph

y but by mimicking what he said; and what he said, unfortunately, did not always convey her sentiments. When, however, he o

ro’ sedge and lilies yellow They, lapping at my fountain mellow, Harm not the lamb that in affright Throws in the pool so m

hem hesitate, he snatched an axe from one, and boasting that he cared not whether it were a tree beloved of the goddess or

ng that he cared not whether it were a tree beloved of the goddess or not , addressed himself to the task. The oak seemed to

nger, — a bee: — Now, in those days of simpleness and faith, Men did not think that happy things were dreams Because they

ad sky looked bluer than its wont, And he could scarce believe he had not wings, Such sunshine seemed to glitter through hi

ever need it more!” “Alas!” the voice returned, “‘tis thou art blind, Not I unmerciful; I can forgive, But have no skill to

in his proper person, — a comely youth. Such wooing, of course, could not but win its just reward. § 125. The Cranes of Iby

e man whose heart is pure from guilt and crime! Him we avengers touch not ; he treads the path of life secure from us. But w

he gleam of my teeth whiter than the Parian stone.” 240 … He loved, not with apples, nor roses, nor locks of hair, but wi

e eye, the dearest thing that is mine. “Ah me, that my mother bore me not a finny thing, so would I have gone down to thee,

I have gone down to thee, and kissed thy hand, if thy lips thou would not suffer me to kiss! And I would have brought thee

ese are summer’s flowers, and those are flowers of winter, so I could not have brought thee them all at one time. “Now, ver

senses with so dense a breathing stuff Might seem a work of pain; so not enough Can I admire how crystal-smooth it felt, A

the sea, he there discovers the body of Scylla, whom the goddess has not transformed, but drowned; and learns that if he p

hom both heroes loved. Hercules boasted his divine descent. Acheloüs, not content with advancing his claim as lord of the m

for fear she might be thought guilty of some offence which she dared not tell, she disclosed her name and that of her coun

ness he slew his children, and would have slain Amphitryon, also, had not Minerva knocked him over with a stone, and plunge

as, king of Elis, had a herd of three thousand oxen, whose stalls had not been cleansed for thirty years. Hercules bringing

h, — the robbery of the golden apples of the Hesperides. Hercules did not know where to find them; but after various advent

83. Hercules and Cerberus. [Vase picture: Müller.] Two other exploits not recorded among the twelve labors are the victorie

part of the cattle, while the hero slept. That their footprints might not indicate where they had been driven, he dragged t

ived by the stratagem, and would have failed to find his oxen, had it not happened that while he was driving the remainder

41. The Loss of Hylas. 289 — “… Never was Heracles apart from Hylas, not when midnoon was high in heaven, not when Dawn wi

r was Heracles apart from Hylas, not when midnoon was high in heaven, not when Dawn with her white horses speeds upwards to

en Dawn with her white horses speeds upwards to the dwelling of Zeus, not when the twittering nestlings look towards the pe

bay; but he surely would have been overwhelmed by the numbers had he not resorted to a charm which Medea had taught him: s

iately they turned their arms against one another, and soon there was not one of the dragon’s brood alive. It remained only

d their peace, And she passed by them. Then one cried, “Lo now, Shall not the Arcadian shoot out lips at us, Saying all we

eaves wood, So clove and drove them, smitten in twain; but. she Smote not nor heaved up hand; and this man first, Plexippus

sent every year from Athens to Crete to feed this monster; and it was not until the days of Theseus of Athens that an end w

poising themselves in the air, they flew away. Icarus had been warned not to approach too near to the sun, and all went wel

Sicily with a great fleet; and Dædalus would surely have perished had not one of the daughters of Cocalus disposed of Minos

ding him to death while he was bathing. It is said that Dædalus could not bear the idea of a rival. His sister had placed h

undying, Manful, minded to quell the imbruted might of the monster! Not unaided, however, did he undertake the task; for

s, Kindled voiceless lip with unvoiced tribute of incense, Suppliant, not in vain: for, like to an oak upon Taurus, Gnarled

thing she recks of the coif, of the floating garment as little, Cares not a moment then, whose care hangs only on Theseus,

, — thus thankful for life, dear gift of living, I gave thee?… Had it not liked thee still to acknowledge vows that we plig

olate, dumb, yea, all things summoning deathward! Yet mine eyes shall not fade in death that sealeth the eyelids, Nor from

wed his example; combat was joined; Theseus leaped into the fray, and not a few of the guests bit the dust. Later, each of

th orders for its destruction; but the herdsman, moved with pity, yet not daring entirely to disobey, pierced the child’s f

uld solve it should pass safe, but those who failed should be killed. Not one had yet succeeded in guessing it. Œdipus, not

d should be killed. Not one had yet succeeded in guessing it. Œdipus, not daunted by these alarming accounts, boldly advanc

ruck the pupils of his eyes, With words like these: “Because they had not seen What ills he suffered, and what ills he did,

Nor know the dear ones whom he fain had known.” With such like wails, not once or twice alone, Raising his eyes he smote th

e garment that is meet. And when he had his will in all they did, And not one wish continued unfulfilled, Zeus from the dar

h alone, the burden of these toils, For love in larger store ye could not have From any than from him who standeth here, Of

ill fraught with the curse of the house of Cadmus. But Eriphyle could not resist so tempting a bribe. By her decision the w

to his fate. He bore his part bravely in the contest, but still could not avert his destiny. While, pursued by the enemy he

whether she dared disobey the laws, she answered: — Yes, for it was not Zeus who gave them forth, Nor justice, dwelling w

d’st overpass The unwritten laws of God that know no change. They are not of to-day nor yesterday, But live forever, nor ca

But live forever, nor can man assign When first they sprang to being. Not through fear Of any man’s resolve was I prepared

alty Of sinning against these. That I should die I knew (how should I not ?), though thy decree Had never spoken. And before

ed on his death, In that I should have suffered; but in this I suffer not .340 Creon, unyielding and unable to conceive of

. Her lover, Hæmon, the son of Creon, unable to avert her fate, would not survive her, and fell by his own hand. It is only

pires with the family of Œdipus. But the wedding gear of Harmonia has not yet fulfilled its baleful mission. Amphiaraüs had

bribed this time by the gift of Harmonia’s wedding garment, impelled not only Alcmæon, but her other son, Amphilochus. The

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

fairest.” Thereupon Juno, Venus, and Minerva each claimed the apple. Not willing to decide so delicate a matter, Jupiter s

ith the noble Andromache, and as husband and father his character was not less admirable than as warrior. The principal lea

himself, though he loved Priam, exercised a degree of impartiality, — not , however, without exceptions. Resenting the injur

lf up to her and let the battle go as it would. But this oblivion did not continue long. When, upon turning his eyes downwa

e, saw the chariot of Nestor, and recognized the old chief, but could not discern who the wounded warrior was. Calling Patr

so please, thou mayest win Achilles back to the common cause; but if not , let him at least send his soldiers to the field,

lles strictly charged him to be content with repelling the foe. “Seek not ,” said he, “to press the Trojans without me, lest

e Greeks succeeded in stripping Sarpedon of his armor; but Jove would not suffer the body to be dishonored. By his command

nter the terrible warrior. Æneas, though he felt himself unequal, did not decline the combat. He hurled his spear with all

o close in pursuit that that would have been impossible if Apollo had not , in the form of Agenor, Priam’s son, first encoun

s and ample of our own beside? Ah no! even that is too late. He would not hear me through, but slay me while I spoke.” Whil

t in a wider circle. But Apollo sustained Hector’s strength and would not let him sink in weariness. Then Pallas assuming t

at hand, but Pallas deceived me, and he is still in Troy. But I will not fall inglorious.” So saying he drew his falchion

he sons and daughters of Troy.” To which Achilles replied, “Dog, name not ransom nor pity to me, on whom you have brought s

and besought them each by name to let him pass. Hecuba’s distress was not less violent. The citizens stood round them weepi

roclus, leaving him at length stretched in the dust. But Apollo would not permit the body to be torn or disfigured with all

This they placed on the litter, and spread the garments over it, that not unveiled it should be borne back to Troy. Then Ac

arn the fate of the other heroes. After the death of Hector, Troy did not immediately fall, but receiving aid from new alli

Roscher 1: 126.] The Death of Achilles. — But Achilles, himself, was not destined to a long life. Having by chance seen Po

ptivated with her charms; and to win her in marriage, it is said (but not by Homer), that he agreed to influence the Greeks

Greek interjection of woe.360 It was now discovered that Troy could not be taken but by the aid of the arrows of Hercules

id to have fallen from heaven, and the belief was that the city could not be taken so long as this statue remained within i

est of Neptune, exclaimed, “What madness, citizens, is this! Have you not learned enough of Grecian fraud to be on your gua

f Troy, Menelaüs recovered possession of his wife, who, it seems, had not ceased to love him, though she had yielded to the

draught called Nepenthe, which the Egyptian queen gave to Helen: — “ Not that Nepenthes which the wife of Thone In Egypt g

daughter Hermione to Neoptolemus, son of Achilles. Agamemnon 370 was not so fortunate in the issue. During his absence, hi

destruction. Cassandra warned the king, but as usual her prophecy was not regarded. While Agamemnon was bathing previous to

the intention of the conspirators to slay his son Orestes also, a lad not yet old enough to be an object of apprehension, b

d by the guilt of the victim and the express command of the gods, did not fail to awaken in the breasts of the ancients the

[Vase picture: Roscher 8: 1331]. His Purification. — But Orestes was not yet relieved from the vengeance of the Erinyes. F

a half-dream! To dream and dream, like yonder amber light Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each

, rolled to the cave’s mouth an enormous rock, that twenty oxen could not draw. Next, he sat down and milked his ewes, prep

cave to feel of all as they went out, that Ulysses and his men should not escape with them. But Ulysses had made his men ha

ysses was about to hail the giant again, but his friends besought him not to do so. He could not forbear, however, letting

the giant again, but his friends besought him not to do so. He could not forbear, however, letting the giant know that the

palace, they found themselves surrounded by lions, tigers and wolves, not fierce, but tamed by Circe’s art, for she was a p

e arts of Circe, and of the danger of approaching her. As Ulysses was not to be dissuaded from his attempt, Mercury provide

nstincts of the bestial breed; But O Unmerciful! O Pitiless! Leave us not thus with sick men’s hearts to bleed! — To waste

aken woodwork as before, And tear the troughs in impotence of pain, — Not knowing, they, that even at the door Divine Odyss

Ulysses to fill the ears of his seamen with wax, so that they should not hear the strain; to have himself bound to the mas

e whirlpool when the tide was rushing in must inevitably be ingulfed; not Neptune himself could save it. On approaching the

d his men watched with anxious eyes the dreadful whirlpool, they were not equally on their guard from the attack of Scylla,

un, tended by his daughters Lampetia and Phaëthusa. These flocks must not be violated, whatever the wants of the voyagers m

he night on shore, that Ulysses yielded. He made them swear, however, not to touch the sacred flocks and herds, but to cont

oasting. The wind becoming fair they sailed from the island. They had not gone far when the weather changed, and a storm of

nifestly and feasted among them when they offered sacrifices, and did not conceal themselves from solitary wayfarers when t

gain-seeking man, no enemy ever approached their shores, and they did not even require to make use of bows and quivers. The

had a dream sent by Minerva, reminding her that her wedding day might not be far distant, and that it would be but a pruden

e princess hastened to her parents to tell them what was on her mind; not alluding to her wedding day, but finding other re

ng maidens, whom, by their deportment and attire, he discovered to be not mere peasant girls, but of a higher class. Breaki

sought the fair object (whether queen or goddess he professed he knew not ) for food and clothing. The princess replied cour

ows. The princess seeing him was filled with admiration, and scrupled not to say to her damsels that she wished the gods wo

e spoke. At last an aged statesman, addressing the king, said, “It is not fit that a stranger who asks our hospitality shou

now been away from Ithaca for twenty years, and when he awoke he did not recognize his native land. Minerva appeared to hi

f both. Penelope was one of those mythic heroines whose beauties were not those of person only, but of character and conduc

ting with his daughter, tried to persuade her to remain with him, and not accompany her husband to Ithaca. Ulysses gave Pen

ue to Modesty on the spot where they parted. Ulysses and Penelope had not enjoyed their union more than a year when it was

e to take vengeance upon the suitors, it was important that he should not be recognized. Minerva accordingly metamorphosed

gh sometimes, also, no doubt, with contumely. Ulysses charged his son not to betray, by any display of unusual interest in

be other than he seemed, and even if he saw him insulted, or beaten, not to interpose otherwise than he might do for any s

erwhelmed the crone, and she would have revealed him to Penelope, had not Ulysses enjoined silence upon her. Penelope had p

her; they rubbed the bow with tallow, but all to no purpose; it would not bend. Then spoke Ulysses, humbly suggesting that

any way of escape, for Eumæus had secured the door. Ulysses left them not long in uncertainty; he announced himself as the

al laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life

n; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but honor’d of them all; And drunk delight

I move. How Hull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish’d, not to shine in use! As tho’ to breathe were life. Li

Most blameless is he, centred in the sphere Of common duties, decent not to fail In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet ad

: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. The lights

climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sit

illes, whom we knew. Tho’ much is taken, much abides: and tho’ We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth a

by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.” Chapter XXVIII. Adventures of Ænea

now called Italy, they, therefore, directed their future course, and not till after many adventures, and the lapse of time

estined shore, felt her old grudge against them revive, for she could not forget the slight that Paris had put upon her, in

ility of Juno, he was at no loss to account for it, but his anger was not the less at this interference in his province. He

o received the illustrious exiles with friendliness and hospitality. “ Not unacquainted with distress,” she said, “I have le

. I will stand at the helm in thy place.” Palinurus replied, “Tell me not of smooth seas or favoring winds, — me who have s

sed with the encouraging words which have become proverbial: — “Yield not to disasters, but press onward the more bravely.”

d due burial rites; the host of others who have remained unburied are not permitted to pass the flood, but wander a hundred

myrtle. Here roamed those who had fallen victims to unrequited love, not freed from pain even by death itself. Among these

nce would have cost thee so dear. Stop, I beseech thee, and refuse me not a last farewell.” She stood for a moment with ave

ecian and Trojan warriors. The Trojans thronged around him, and could not be satisfied with the sight. They asked the cause

dual; and we see that men and women with their full-grown bodies have not the purity of childhood. So in proportion to the

uls, however, there still are, so thoroughly corrupted, that they are not fit to be intrusted with human bodies,.and these

heavenly powers, if Only thou faithfully persevere. There are friends not far distant. Prepare thy boats and row up my stre

trees themselves, and had neither laws nor social culture. They knew not how to yoke the cattle nor raise a harvest, nor p

re found on their guard, and having received strict orders from Eneas not to fight in his absence, they lay still in their

y enterprise with me? And shall I let thee go into such danger alone? Not so my brave father brought me up, nor so have I p

d my life cheap in comparison with honor.” Nisus replied, “I doubt it not , my friend; but thou knowest the uncertain event

er is with me in the camp. For me she left the Trojan soil, and would not stay behind with the other matrons at the city of

at the city of Acestes. I go now without taking leave of her. I could not bear her tears nor set at nought her entreaties.

all that I have promised thee shall be made good to her, if thou dost not return to receive it.” The two friends left the

the grass and among the wagons. The laws of war at that early day did not forbid a brave man to slay a sleeping foe, and th

ld of Mezentius, and wounded him in the thigh. Lausus, his son, could not bear the sight, but rushed forward and interposed

orthy of thy praise? Keep those arms in which thou gloriest, and fear not but that thy body shall be restored to thy friend

e buried in the same grave with his son. He received the fatal stroke not unprepared, and poured out his life and his blood

hful Pallas. The contest between champions so unequally matched could not be doubtful. Pallas bore himself bravely, but fel

ndid armor offered a tempting prize. Intent on the chase she observed not her danger, and the javelin of Aruns struck her a

ms of her attendant maidens. But Diana, who beheld her fate, suffered not her slaughter to be unavenged. Aruns, as he stole

f his followers, he braced himself to the conflict. The outcome could not be doubtful. On the side of Æneas were the expres

d abundantly with mead from the she-goat Heidrun. When the heroes are not feasting they amuse themselves with fighting. Eve

the second the Midgard Serpent, the third Hela (Death). The gods were not ignorant that these monsters were maturing, and t

had courage enough to do this. But when the wolf found that he could not break his fetters, and that the gods would not re

lf found that he could not break his fetters, and that the gods would not release him, he bit off Tyr’s hand. Tyr, conseque

onfirmed by solemn oaths, for without these precautions a giant would not have thought himself safe among the gods, — still

ne and another the whole night was lost, so that at dawn the work had not made the usual progress. The man, seeing that he

ir assistance, and lifting up his mallet, paid the workman his wages, not with the sun and moon, and not even by sending hi

is mallet, paid the workman his wages, not with the sun and moon, and not even by sending him back to Jötunheim, for with t

down with three tuns of mead. Loki, however, assured him that she had not tasted anything for eight long nights, so great w

y asking his name. “My name is Skrymir,” said the giant, “but I need not ask thy name, for I know that thou art the god Th

open the wallet, he found the giant had tied it up so tight he could not untie a single knot. At last Thor became wroth, a

n the giant’s head. Skrymir awakening merely asked whether a leaf had not fallen on his head, and whether they had supped a

saying went and laid himself down under another tree. But sleep came not that night to Thor, and when Skrymir snored again

ethinks it is time for us to get up and dress ourselves; but you have not now a long way before you to the city called Utga

y called Utgard. I have heard you whispering to one another that I am not a man of small dimensions; but if you come to Utg

men much taller than I. Wherefore I advise you, when you come there, not to make too much of yourselves, for the followers

to make too much of yourselves, for the followers of Utgard-Loki will not brook the boasting of such little fellows as you

spect. The king, regarding them with a scornful smile, said, “If I do not mistake me, that stripling yonder must be the god

ourselves skilled in, for no one is permitted to remain here who does not , in some feat or other, excel all other men?” “

gi so much outstripped his competitor that he turned back and met him not far from the starting-place. Then they ran a seco

awing breath, pulled as long and as deeply as he could, that he might not be obliged to make a second draught of it; but wh

ried without spilling. “How now, Thor,” said Utgard-Loki, “thou must not spare thyself; if thou meanest to drain the horn

rd draught thou must pull deeply; and I must needs say that thou wilt not be called so mighty a man here as thou art at hom

the cupbearer. “I now see plainly,” said Utgard-Loki, “that thou art not quite so stout as we thought thee; but wilt thou

ht thee; but wilt thou try any other feat? — though methinks thou art not likely to bear any prize away with thee hence.”

should I have dared to mention such a feat to the great Thor if I had not already observed that thou art by no means what w

id Utgard-Loki, looking at the men sitting on the benches, “who would not think it beneath him to wrestle with thee; let so

wrestle with her if h6 will. She has thrown to the ground many a man not less strong than this Thor is.” A toothless old

d met with any men stronger than himself. Thor told him that he could not deny but that he had brought great shame on himse

n thee, and wouldst have brought me so near to a great mishap I would not have suffered thee to enter this time. Know then

orest, where I tied up the wallet with iron wire so that thou couldst not untie it. After this thou gavest me three blows w

ut Logi was in reality nothing else than Fire, and therefore consumed not only the meat, but the trough which held it. Hugi

rn, thou didst perform, by my troth, a deed so marvellous, that had I not seen it myself, I should never have believed it.

elieved it. For one end of that horn reached the sea, which thou wast not aware of, but when thou comest to the shore thou

man, nor ever will be, whom Old Age, for such in fact was Elli, will not sooner or later lay low. But now, as we are going

creeping things, that none of them would do any harm to Balder. Odin, not satisfied with all this, and feeling alarmed for

r. But when Loki beheld the scene he was sorely vexed that Balder was not hurt. Assuming, therefore, the shape of a woman,

n account of his blindness, and going up to him, said, “Why dost thou not also throw something at Balder?” “Because I am

omething at Balder?” “Because I am blind,” answered Höder, “and see not where Balder is, and have moreover nothing to thr

found them yet Wailing; but otherwise was Odin’s will. He bade them not to spend themselves in unavailing grief, for Bald

h from thy head, and with the gods in heaven Prolong thy life, though not by thee desired — But right bars ties, not only t

n Prolong thy life, though not by thee desired — But right bars ties, not only thy desire. Yet dreary, Nanna, is the life t

s and as many nights he rode through deep glens so dark that he could not discern anything, until he arrived at the river G

before five bands of dead persons had ridden over the bridge, and did not shake it as much as he alone. “But,” she added, “

nd did not shake it as much as he alone. “But,” she added, “thou hast not death’s hue on thee; why then ridest thou here on

niff at heaven!” She spake, but Hermod answered her and said, “Thok, not for gibes we come; we come for tears. Balder is d

ds her prey, But will restore, if all things give him tears. Begrudge not thine! to all was Balder dear.” Then, with a loud

der’s pyre. Weep him all other things, if weep they will — I weep him not ! let Hela keep her prey.” She spake, and to the

risoned and consumed in the same flames with his master. But Loki did not escape his merited punishment. When he saw how wr