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Soothing the mind with sweet familiar His sweeter voice a just accordance play,
Chasing the heavy shadows of dismay.
pain, If to the bulls and cows we take good heed ;-
And thou, though somewhat over fond of gain,
Grudge me not half the profit."-Having spoke,
The shell he proffered, and Apollo took.
And gave him in return the glittering
Of Mercury then laughed a joyous flash.
Of mighty sounds rushed up, whose music shook
herd went wandering o'er the
Whilst these most beautiful Sons of
Won their swift way up to the snowy
Of white Olympus, with the joyous lyre
Soothing their journey; and their father
"And let us two henceforth together To whom he gave the lyre that sweetly feed
On this green mountain slope and pastoral plain,
Which skilfully he held and played
The herds in litigation-they will breed
He piped the while, and far and wide
Gathered them both into familiar Affection sweet,—and then, and now, and ever,
Hermes must love Him of the Golden
The echo of his pipings; every one
One of his old tricks-which the God of
The soul with sweetness, and like an By roguery:-now, Hermes, if you dare,
By sacred Styx a mighty oath to swear
"That you will never rob me, you will do
But be it mine to tell their various lot To the unnumbered tribes of human kind.
A thing extremely pleasing to my Let good to these, and ill to those be
As I dispense-but he who comes
By voice and wings of perfect augury
Then Mercury sware by the Stygian dew, That he would never steal his bow or dart,
Or lay his hands on what to him was due,
Or ever would employ his powerful
Against his Pythian fane. Then Phoebus
There was no God or man whom he loved more.
"And I will give thee as a good-will token,
The beautiful wand of wealth and happiness; A perfect three-leaved rod of gold
"For, dearest child, the divinations high Which thou requirest, 'tis unlawful
That thou, or any other deity
Should understand-and vain were the endeavour;
For they are hidden in Jove's mind, and I
In trust of them, have sworn that I would never
Betray the counsels of Jove's inmost will
"Then, golden-wanded brother, ask me
Tospeak the fates by Jupiter designed;
Whose magic will thy footsteps ever His gifts deposit. Yet, O son of May,
And whatsoever by Jove's voice is spoken
"Him will I not deceive, but will assist;
But he who comes relying on such birds
As chatter vainly, who would strain and twist
The purpose of the Gods with idle words,
And deems their knowledge light, he
whilst I among my other
"There are three Fates, three virgin Sisters, who
Rejoicing in their wind-outspeeding wings,
Their heads with flour snowed over white and new,
Sit in a vale round which Parnassus flings
Its circling skirts-from these I have
Vaticinations of remotest things.
search out dooms, They sit apart and feed on honeycombs.
"They, having eaten the fresh honey,
With earnest willingness the truth they know;
But if deprived of that sweet food, With mighty Saturn's heaven-obscuring they mutter
All plausible delusions; these to you
Delight your own soul with them:-any
You would instruct may profit if he can.
"Take these and the fierce oxen, Maia's child
O'er many a horse and toil-enduring mule,
O'er jagged-jawèd lions, and the wild White-tusked boars, o'er all, by field or pool,
Of cattle which the mighty Mother mild Nourishes in her bosom, thou shalt rule
Thou dost alone the veil from death uplift
Thou givest not-yet this is a great gift."
Thus King Apollo loved the child of
And little profit, going far astray Through the dun night. delightful Boy,
Of Jove and Maia sprung,-never by me, Nor thou, nor other songs, shall unremembered be.
On Taygetus, that lofty mountain wild, Brought forth in joy, mild Pollux void of blame,
And steed-subduing Castor, heirs of fame.
These are the Powers who earth-born mortals save
And ships, whose flight is swift along the wave.
When wintry tempests o'er the savage
HOMER'S HYMN TO CASTOR
HOMER'S HYMN TO THE MOON. DAUGHTERS of Jove, whose voice is melody,
Muses, who know and rule all minstrelsy! Sing the wide-winged Moon. Around the earth,
From her immortal head in Heaven shot forth,
Far light is scattered-boundless glory springs,
YE wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Where'er she spreads her many-beaming
The sailors rest, rejoicing in the sight,
Whom the fair-ankled Leda mixed in The lampless air glows round her golden love
But when the Moon divine from Of great Hyperion, who to him did bear
Under the sea, her beams within abide,
Whose arms are like twin roses newly
The fair-haired Moon, and the immortal
And having yoked to her immortal car
Curve back, she drives to a remoter sky
A wonder and a sign to mortal men.
Who, borne by heavenly steeds his race doth run
Unconquerably, illuming the abodes
Fiercely look forth his awe-inspiring
Beneath his golden helmet, whence arise And are shot forth afar, clear beams of light;
countenance with radiant glory bright,
Beneath his graceful locks far shines around,
And the light vest with which his limbs
Of woof ethereal, delicately twined
Where their steep flight his hands divine arrest,
And the fleet car with yoke of gold, which he
Sends from bright heaven beneath the shadowy sea.
HOMER'S HYMN TO THE EARTH: MOTHER OF ALL
O UNIVERSAL mother, who dost keep
All shapes that have their dwelling in the sea,
All things that fly, or on the ground divine
Live, move, and there are nourishedthese are thine;
These from thy wealth thou dost sustain ; from thee
Fair babes are born, and fruits on every Whom Jove brought forth, in warlike
Golden, all radiant! wonder strange
Fearfully Heaven was shaken, and did
Hang ripe and large, revered Divinity!
Is held; thy power both gives and takes
Happy are they whom thy mild favours nourish,
All things unstinted round them grow and flourish.
For them, endures the life-sustaining
Its load of harvest, and their cattle yield
wealth is filled.
Such honoured dwell in cities fair and free,
The homes of lovely women, prosperously;
Their sons exult in youth's new budding gladness,
And their fresh daughters free from care or sadness,
With bloom-inwoven dance and happy
song, On the soft flowers the meadow-grass among, Leap round them sporting-such delights by thee
Are given, rich Power, revered Divinity.
Mother of gods, thou wife of starry
Farewell! be thou propitious, and be
HOMER'S HYMN TO MINERVA
HOMER'S HYMN TO VENUS
MUSE, sing the deeds of golden
of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings
Or earth with her maternal ministry
Fierce war and mingling combat, and