Gods and heores

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Frederick Brigham De Berard
Bodleian Society, 1905
 

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Сторінка 56 - And he sang of the birth of Time, and of the heavens and the dancing stars; and of the ocean, and the ether, and the fire, and the shaping of the wondrous earth.
Сторінка 176 - The dawn beheld him sunken in his place Upon the floor; and sleeping there he lay, Not heeding aught the little jets of spray The roughened sea brought nigh, across him cast, For as one dead all thought from him had passed. Yet long before the sun had showed his head. Long ere the varied hangings on the wall Had gained once more their blue and green and red, He rose as one some well-known sign doth call When war upon the city's gates doth fall, And scarce like one fresh risen out of sleep, He 'gan...
Сторінка 149 - Then Theseus grew red, and his ears tingled, and his heart beat loud in his bosom. And he stood awhile like a tall stone pillar on the cliffs above some hero's grave; and at last he spoke: "Therefore all the more I will go with them, and slay the accursed beast. Have I not slain all evil-doers and monsters, that I might free this land? Where are Periphetes, and Sinis, and Kerkuon, and Phaia the wild sow?
Сторінка 76 - Cyzicus's wife heard that he was dead, she died likewise of grief; and her tears became a fountain of clear water, which flows the whole year round. Then they rowed away, the songs say, along the Mysian shore, and past the mouth of Rhindacus, till they found a pleasant bay, sheltered by the long ridges of Arganthus, and by high walls of basalt rock. And there they ran the ship ashore upon the yellow sand, and furled the sail, and took the mast down, and lashed it in its crutch. And next they let...
Сторінка 165 - No glance lit up her clear gray eyes and deep, Though some divine thought softened all her face As once more rang the trumpet through the place. But her late foe stopped short amidst his course, One moment gazed upon her piteously. Then with a groan his lingering feet did force To leave the spot whence he her eyes could see; And, changed like one who knows his time must be But short and bitter, without any word He knelt before the bearer of the sword ; Then high rose up the gleaming deadly blade,...
Сторінка 144 - This, then, is the man who killed the monsters ! How noble are his looks, and how huge his size ! Ah, would that he were our master's son ! " But presently Medeia came forth, decked in all her jewels, and her rich Eastern robes, and looking more beautiful than the day ; so that all the guests could look at nothing else. And in her right hand she held a golden cup, and in her left a flask of gold ; and she came up to Theseus, and spoke, in a sweet, soft, winning voice, — " Hail to the hero, the...
Сторінка 56 - ... and of hidden things to come. Then he sang of health, and strength, and manhood, and a valiant heart; and of music, and hunting, and wrestling, and all the games which heroes love; and of travel, and wars, and sieges, and a noble death in fight; and then he sang of peace and plenty, and of equal justice in the land; and as he sang, the boy listened wide-eyed, and forgot his errand in the song. And at the last old Cheiron was silent, and called the lad with a soft voice.
Сторінка 41 - ... Perseus like a shooting star ; down to the crests of the waves, while Andromeda hid her face as he shouted ; and then there was silence for a while. At last she looked up trembling, and saw Perseus springing toward her ; and instead of the monster a long black rock, with the sea rippling quietly round it. Who then so proud as Perseus, as he leapt back to the rock, and lifted his fair Andromeda in his arms, and flew with her to the cliff-top, as a falcon carries a dove ? Who so proud as Perseus,...
Сторінка 148 - But says that the young men killed him from envy, because he had conquered them in the games. So Minos came hither and avenged him, and would not depart till this land had promised him tribute, seven youths and seven maidens every year, who go with me in a blacksailed ship till they come to hundred-citied Crete.
Сторінка 55 - Above the cliff the snow wreaths hung, dripping and cracking in the sun : but at its foot around the cave's mouth grew all fair flowers and herbs, as if in a garden, ranged in order, each sort by itself. There they grew...

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