The Classic Myths in English Literature and in Art Based Chiefly on Bulfinch's "Age of Fable" (1855): Accompanied by an Interpretative and Illustrative CommentaryGinn, 1911 - 597 من الصفحات |
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Achilles Adonis Æneas Æneid Agamemnon Ancient Marble Apollo Argos Ariadne arrows Athens Bacchus Balder Baumeister beauty brother Brünnhilde Cadmus called cave Ceres chariot Commentary Cronus Cupid Cyclopes daughter death deity Demeter Diana Dionysus divine earth Edipus Epic eyes fate father fell giant goddess gods golden Greece Greek Greek Vase Painting Hades hand heart heaven Hector Heracles Hercules Hermes hero Homer horse Iliad Illustrative immortal Jove Juno Jupiter king land Loki maiden Medea Meleager Mercury Metam Milton Minerva Minos monster mortal mother mythology myths Neptune Nibelungs night nymph Odin Odyssey Olympus oracle Ovid Paradise Lost Peleus Perseus poem poets Prometheus Proserpine Psyche queen race river Roman Rome sacred sculpture serpent Shakespeare Siegfried Sigurd sleep song spear stars stood story sword Thebes thee Theseus Thessaly Thor thou translation tree Trojan Trojan War Troy Tyndareus Ulysses Venus wandering wife wind Wotan youth Zeus
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الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 205 - 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.
الصفحة 472 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
الصفحة 117 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 476 - 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.
الصفحة 474 - 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.
الصفحة 288 - 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.
الصفحة 138 - They lay calm-breathing on the bedded grass; Their arms embraced, and their pinions too; Their lips touch'd not, but had not bade adieu, As if disjoined by soft-handed slumber, And ready still past kisses to outnumber At tender eye-dawn of aurorean love: The winged boy I knew; But who wast thou, O happy, happy dove? His Psyche true! O latest born and loveliest vision far Of all Olympus
الصفحة 487 - And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud.