The Classic Myths in English Literature and in Art Based Originally on Bulfinch's "Age of Fable" (1855) Accompanied by an Interpretative and Illustrative Commentary
Ginn, 1911 - 597 стор.
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Achilles Adonis Agamemnon Ancient Marble Apollo Argos Ariadne arrows Athens Bacchus Balder Baumeister beauty brother Cadmus called cave CEdipus Ceres chariot Commentary Cronus Cupid Cyclops daughter death deity Demeter Diana Dionysus divine earth Eneas Euripides eyes fate father fell giant goddess gods golden Greece Greek Greek Vase Painting hand heart heaven Hector Hercules Hermes hero Hesiod Homer horse Iliad Illustrative immortal Jove Juno Jupiter king land Loki maiden Mars Medea Meleager Mercury Metam Milton Minerva Minos monster mortal mother Mythology myths Neptune Nibelungs night nymph Odin Odyssey Olympus oracle Orpheus Ovid Paradise Lost Peleus Pelops Perseus poem poets Prometheus Proserpine Psyche queen race river Roman Rome sacred Satyr sculpture serpent Shakespeare Siegfried Sigurd sleep song spear story sword Thebes thee Theocritus Theseus Thessaly Thor thou transl translation tree Trojan Trojan War Troy Ulysses Venus Vulcan wife wind Wotan youth Zeus
Сторінка 50 - 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.
Сторінка 45 - 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...
Сторінка 472 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light The Sun in human limbs arrayed, and brow All radiant from his triumph in the fight; The shaft hath just been shot - the arrow bright With an immortal's vengeance; in his eye And nostril beautiful disdain, and might, And majesty, flash their full lightnings by, Developing in that one glance the Deity.
Сторінка 343 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Сторінка 286 - Was this the face that launched a thousand ships And burnt the topless towers of Ilium ?— Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss. Her lips suck forth my soul : see, where it flies! Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena.
Сторінка 181 - 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.
Сторінка 513 - Castalian spring, might with this Paradise Of Eden strive ; nor that Nyseian isle Girt with the river Triton, where old Cham, Whom Gentiles Ammon call and Libyan Jove, Hid Amalthea, and her florid son Young Bacchus, from his stepdame Rhea's eye ; Nor where Abassin kings their issue guard, Mount Amara, though this by some supposed True Paradise, under the Ethiop line By Nilus...
Сторінка 439 - In that fair clime, the lonely herdsman, stretched On the soft grass through half a summer's day, With music lulled his indolent repose : And, in some fit of weariness, if he, When his own breath was silent, chanced to hear A distant strain, far sweeter than the sounds Which his poor skill could make, his fancy fetched, Even from the blazing chariot of the sun, A beardless Touth, who touched a golden lute, And filled the illumined groves with ravishment.
Сторінка 447 - Pelops' line, Or the tale of Troy divine, Or what (though rare) of later age, Ennobled hath the buskined stage. But O, sad Virgin, that thy power Might raise Musaeus from his bower, Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string, Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek, And made Hell grant what Love did seek.