Tales of the gods and heroes

Longman, Green, Longman, Roberts, & Green, 1863 - 318 Seiten

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Seite 55 - The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle. Why not I with thine...
Seite 127 - BY the doom of his father Zeus, Herakles served in Argos the false and cruel Eurystheus. For so it was that Zeus spake of the birth of Herakles to Here, the queen, and said, ' This day shall a child be born of the race of Perseus, who shall be the mightiest of the sons of men.' Even so he spake, because Ate had deceived him by her evil counsel. And Here asked whether this should be so in very deed ; and Zeus bowed his head, and the word went forth which could not be recalled. Then Here went to the...
Seite xvii - Less than ever are they mere idle tales to please the fancy or while away a weary hour ; less than ever are they worthless fictions which the historian or philosopher may afford to despise. These legends, taken as a whole, present to us a form of society and a condition of thought through which all mankind had to pass long before the dawn of history. Yet that state of things was as real as the time in which we live. They who spoke the language of these early tales were men and women with joys and...
Seite 40 - ... in the heavens were invested with the same vague idea of existence. The sun, the moon, the stars, the ground on which he trod, the clouds, storms, and lightnings were all living beings ; could he help thinking that, like himself, they were conscious beings also ? His very words would, by an inevitable necessity, express this conviction. His language would admit no single expression from which the attribute of life was excluded, while it would vary the forms of that life with unerring instinct....
Seite 301 - The sunbeams are my shafts, with which I kill Deceit, that loves the night and fears the day; All men who do or even imagine ill Fly me, and from the glory of my ray Good minds and open actions take new might.
Seite 157 - So he forgot all my good deeds in time past, how I had aided him when the earth-born giants sought to destroy his power, and heaped rock on rock and crag on crag to smite him on his throne; and he caught me by craft, telling me in smooth words how that he was my friend, and that my honour should not fail in the halls of Olympus.
Seite 60 - Austrasia from 561 to 575, who was actually married to the famous Brunehault. who actually defeated the Huns, and was actually murdered under the most tragical circumstances by Fredegond, the mistress of his brother Chilperic. This coincidence between myth and history is so great, that it has induced some euhemeristic critics to derive the whole legend of the
Seite 156 - But I6 knew not that, while she spake, one heard her who had suffered even harder things from Zeus. Far above her head, towards the desolate crags of Caucasus, the wild eagle soared shrieking in the sky ; and the vulture hovered near, as though waiting close to some dying man till death should leave him for its prey. Dark snow-clouds brooded heavily on the mountain, the icy wind crept lazily through the frozen air ; and l6 thought that the hour of her death was come.
Seite 30 - Nowhere is the wide distance which separates the ancient poems of India from the most ancient literature of Greece more clearly felt than when we compare the growing myths of the Veda with the full-grown and decayed myths on which the poetry of Homer is founded. The Veda is the real Theogony of the Aryan races, while that of Hesiod is a distorted caricature of the original image.
Seite 136 - ... to his side. With her gentle hands she sought to soothe his pain, and with pitying words to cheer him in his woe. Then once more the face of Herakles flushed with a deep joy, and his eye glanced with a pure light, as in the days of his might and strength ; and he said, ' Ah, lole, brightest of maidens, thy voice shall cheer me as I sink down in the sleep of death. I loved thee in the bright morning time, when my hand was strong and my foot swift ; but Zeus willed not that thou shouldst be with...

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