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 sider
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This was my favorite book of classical myths growing up. It has a reference style of layout, rather than the story style of Edith Hamilton's book. It presents the various gods in a fairly systematic ... Læs hele anmeldelsen
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According Achilles Æneas ancient Apollo appeared arms bear beauty body brother called darkness daughter dead death descended Diana divine earth Eteocles eyes fair fall father fell fire friends gave giant goddess gods gold golden Greek hand head heard heart heaven Hercules hero Homer horse Iliad Illustrative Interpretative island Italy Juno Jupiter king land leaves light lived looked Lost maiden means Milton Minerva mortal mother Mount mountain myths nature never night nymph once origin Painting Paradise passed poem poets queen race Ring river Rome says sent ship side Siegfried sleep song sons spring stars story sword Table thee Theseus things thou thought took translation tree Trojan Troy turned Ulysses Venus wife wind young youth
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.