The Classic Myths in English LiteratureCharles Mills Gayley Ginn, 1893 - 540 pages |
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Achilles Admetus Adonis adventures Æneas Æneid ancient Andrew Lang Apollo arrows Athens Bacchus Baumeister beauty Cadmus called cave Ceres chariot clouds Commentary Cronus Cupid darkness daughter dead death deities Deucalion Diana divine earth Edda epic eyes father fell giant goddess gods golden Greece Greek Hades hand heart heaven Hephæstus Hercules heroes Hesiod Homer Hymn Iliad immortal Jove Juno Jupiter king land literature lyre maiden Mars Max Müller Mercury Metam Milton Minerva monster mortal mother mountain Müller mythical mythology myths Neptune Nibelungenlied night Norse Norsemen nymph ocean Odyssey Olympus oracle Orpheus Ovid Pelops Perseus Pluto poems poetic poetry poets Prometheus Proserpine Psyche race river Roman Rome Roscher sacred Satyrs savage serpent sleep song spear stars stood stories sweet Thebes thee Theseus Thessaly Thor thou tion Titans translation tree Trojan Trojan War Troy Ulysses Vase picture Venus Vulcan Wall painting wife wind youth
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Page 338 - Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me — That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads...
Page 446 - The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe; An empty urn within her withered hands, Whose holy dust was scattered long ago ; The Scipios...
Page 197 - THE woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many a summer dies the swan.
Page 222 - Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks, Sleeking her soft alluring locks; By all the nymphs that nightly dance Upon thy streams with wily glance: Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head From thy coral-paven bed, And bridle in thy headlong wave, Till thou our summons answered have.
Page 423 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 200 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale Edged with poplar pale The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn.
Page 76 - Flush'd with a purple grace He shows his honest face: Now give the hautboys breath; he comes, he comes ! Bacchus, ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain ; Bacchus...
Page 64 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright. Lay thy bow of pearl apart And thy crystal-shining quiver; Give unto the flying hart Space to breathe, how short soever: Thou that mak'st...
Page 80 - From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no life lives for ever; That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
Page 488 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows ; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labors, and the words move slow. Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er the unbending corn, and skims along the main. Hear how Timotheus...