The Age of Fable, Or, Stories of Gods and HeroesSanborn, Carter and Bazin, 1855 - 485 стор. The basic work on classical mythology. |
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... seemed necessary to complete the subject , though it is believed these topics have not usually been presented in the same volume with the classical fables . The poetical citations so freely introduced are expected to answer several ...
... seemed necessary to complete the subject , though it is believed these topics have not usually been presented in the same volume with the classical fables . The poetical citations so freely introduced are expected to answer several ...
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... seemed impracticable , he fled and they fol- lowed . Where he had often chased the stag and cheered on his pack , his pack now chased him , cheered on by his huntsmen . He longed to cry out , " I am Actæon ; recog- nize your master ...
... seemed impracticable , he fled and they fol- lowed . Where he had often chased the stag and cheered on his pack , his pack now chased him , cheered on by his huntsmen . He longed to cry out , " I am Actæon ; recog- nize your master ...
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... seemed to await him . He raised his arms , all shining with gold , in prayer to Bacchus , begging to be delivered from his glittering destruction . Bacchus , merciful deity , heard and consented . " Go , " said he , " to the River ...
... seemed to await him . He raised his arms , all shining with gold , in prayer to Bacchus , begging to be delivered from his glittering destruction . Bacchus , merciful deity , heard and consented . " Go , " said he , " to the River ...
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... his only son , a little boy , lay very sick , feverish and sleepless . She stooped and gathered some poppies . As they entered the cottage , they found all in great distress , for the boy seemed past hope of 80 STORIES OF GODS AND HEROES .
... his only son , a little boy , lay very sick , feverish and sleepless . She stooped and gathered some poppies . As they entered the cottage , they found all in great distress , for the boy seemed past hope of 80 STORIES OF GODS AND HEROES .
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Thomas Bulfinch. great distress , for the boy seemed past hope of recovery . Metanira , his mother , received her kindly , and the god- dess stooped and kissed the lips of the sick child . In- stantly the paleness left his face , and ...
Thomas Bulfinch. great distress , for the boy seemed past hope of recovery . Metanira , his mother , received her kindly , and the god- dess stooped and kissed the lips of the sick child . In- stantly the paleness left his face , and ...
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Achilles Æneas alludes ancient Apollo arms arrow Bacchus Baldur beauty became behold birds body Brahmans breath brother called cave Ceres chariot Chimæra Cyclopes daughter dead death deity Diana Dryope earth Eneas Eurystheus eyes fate father fell fire fled friends gave giant goddess gods golden Greeks hand head heard heaven Hector Hercules hero Hippomenes honor horse husband island Jove Juno Jupiter king land Loki looked maiden Medea Meleager Milton Minerva monster mother mountain Neptune night nymphs Odin oracle Ovid palace Patroclus Phaëton Pirithous poem poet Priam Psyche queen river rock sacred says Scylla seized sent serpent ship shore Sibyl sight sister stars stone stood story struck sword temple Thebes thee Theseus Thor thou threw told took tree Trojans Troy turned Turnus Ulysses Utgard-Loki Venus virgin waves wife wind wings wound youth
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Сторінка 85 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots...
Сторінка 398 - 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.
Сторінка 84 - Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Сторінка 38 - The herded wolves, bold only to pursue; The obscene ravens, clamorous o'er the dead; The vultures to the conqueror's banner true Who feed where Desolation first has fed, And whose wings rain contagion...
Сторінка 479 - Talibus orabat dictis, arasque tenebat, Cum sic orsa loqui vates : ' Sate sanguine divom, 125 Tros Anchisiada, facilis descensus Averno ; Noctes atque dies patet atri janua Ditis ; Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras, Hoc opus, hie labor est.
Сторінка 52 - Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains, on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do often rest; Meadows trim with daisies pied, Shallow brooks, and rivers wide; Towers and battlements it sees Bosomed high in tufted trees, Where perhaps some beauty lies, The cynosure of neighbouring eyes.
Сторінка 366 - Into the burning lake their baleful streams. Abhorred Styx, the flood of deadly hate : Sad Acheron, of sorrow, black and deep ; Cocytus, named of lamentation loud Heard on the rueful stream ; fierce Phlegethon, Whose waves of torrent fire inflame with rage.
Сторінка 300 - Dispel this cloud, the light of heaven restore, Give me TO SEE, — and Ajax asks no more.
Сторінка 56 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form, A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Сторінка 145 - Pure as the expanse of heaven I thither went With unexperienced thought and laid me down On the green bank to look into the clear Smooth lake that to me seemed another sky. As I bent down to look just opposite A shape within the watery gleam appeared Bending to look on me. I started back It started back but pleased I soon returned Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks Of sympathy and love.