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Soothing the mind with sweet familiar His sweeter voice a just accordance play,

kept.

Chasing the heavy shadows of dismay.

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LXXXIV

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.

LXXXV

And gave him in return the glittering
lash,
Installing him as herdsman ;-from
the look

Of Mercury then laughed a joyous flash.
And then Apollo with the plectrum
strook
The chords, and from beneath his hands
a crash

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Of mighty sounds rushed up, whose music shook

The

herd went wandering o'er the
divine mead,

Whilst these most beautiful Sons of
Jupiter

Won their swift way up to the snowy

head

Of white Olympus, with the joyous lyre

Soothing their journey; and their father

dread

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"And let us two henceforth together To whom he gave the lyre that sweetly feed

sounded,

On this green mountain slope and pastoral plain,

Which skilfully he held and played
thereon.

The herds in litigation-they will breed
Quickly enough to recompense

He piped the while, and far and wide
rebounded

Gathered them both into familiar Affection sweet,—and then, and now, and ever,

Hermes must love Him of the Golden
Quiver,

The echo of his pipings; every one
Of the Olympians sat with joy astounded,
While he conceived another piece of
fun,

One of his old tricks-which the God of
Day
Perceiving, said:"I fear thee, Son of
May;-

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The soul with sweetness, and like an By roguery:-now, Hermes, if you dare,

adept

By sacred Styx a mighty oath to swear

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"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

wrought

As I dispense-but he who comes
consigned

By voice and wings of perfect augury
To my great shrine, shall find avail in

me.

heart."

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

art

Against his Pythian fane. Then Phoebus

swore

There was no God or man whom he loved more.

XC

"And I will give thee as a good-will token,

The beautiful wand of wealth and happiness; A perfect three-leaved rod of gold

XCI

"For, dearest child, the divinations high Which thou requirest, 'tis unlawful

ever

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
To any God-the oath was terrible.

XCII

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"Then, golden-wanded brother, ask me

not

Tospeak the fates by Jupiter designed;

unbroken,

Whose magic will thy footsteps ever His gifts deposit. Yet, O son of May,
bless;
I have another wondrous thing to say.

And whatsoever by Jove's voice is spoken
Of earthly or divine from its recess,
It, like a loving soul to thee will speak,
And more than this, do thou forbear to
seek.

XCIII

"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
Ishall have missed

whilst I among my other

His road
hoards

XCIV

"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
learned true

Vaticinations of remotest things.
My father cared
Whilst they

not.

search out dooms, They sit apart and feed on honeycombs.

XCV

"They, having eaten the fresh honey,
grow
Drunk with divine enthusiasm, and

utter

With earnest willingness the truth they know;

But if deprived of that sweet food, With mighty Saturn's heaven-obscuring they mutter

Child,

All plausible delusions; these to you
I give; if you inquire, they will not
stutter;

Delight your own soul with them:-any

man

You would instruct may profit if he can.

XCVI

"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."

XCVII

Thus King Apollo loved the child of
May
In truth, and Jove covered their love
with joy,
Hermes with Gods and men even from
that day
Mingled, and wrought the latter much

annoy,

And little profit, going far astray Through the dun night. delightful Boy,

Farewell,

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
AND POLLUX

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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

wings

The sailors rest, rejoicing in the sight,
And plough the quiet sea in safe delight.

Jove,

Whom the fair-ankled Leda mixed in The lampless air glows round her golden love

crown.

But when the Moon divine from Of great Hyperion, who to him did bear
Heaven is gone
A race of loveliest children; the young
Morn,

Under the sea, her beams within abide,
Till, bathing her bright limbs in Ocean's
tide,
Clothing her form in garments glittering
far,

Whose arms are like twin roses newly
born,

The fair-haired Moon, and the immortal
Sun,

And having yoked to her immortal car
The beam-invested steeds, whose necks
on high

Curve back, she drives to a remoter sky
A western Crescent, borne impetuously.
Then is made full the circle of her light,
And as she grows, her beams more
bright and bright,
Are poured from Heaven, where she is
hovering then,

A wonder and a sign to mortal men.

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Who, borne by heavenly steeds his race doth run

Unconquerably, illuming the abodes
Of mortal men and the eternal gods.

Fiercely look forth his awe-inspiring
eyes,

Beneath his golden helmet, whence arise And are shot forth afar, clear beams of light;

His

countenance with radiant glory bright,

Beneath his graceful locks far shines around,

And the light vest with which his limbs

are bound

Of woof ethereal, delicately twined
Glows in the stream of the uplifting

wind.
His rapid steeds soon bear him to the
west;

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
From everlasting thy foundations deep,
Eldest of things, Great Earth, I sing of
thee;

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

armour drest,

Golden, all radiant! wonder strange
possessed
The everlasting Gods that shape to see,
Shaking a javelin keen, impetuously
Rush from the crest of Egis-bearing
Jove;

Fearfully Heaven was shaken, and did

tree

Hang ripe and large, revered Divinity!
The life of mortal men beneath thy

sway

Is held; thy power both gives and takes

away!

Happy are they whom thy mild favours nourish,

All things unstinted round them grow and flourish.

For them, endures the life-sustaining
field

Its load of harvest, and their cattle yield
Large increase, and their house with

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
Heaven,

Farewell! be thou propitious, and be
given
A happy life for this brief melody,
Nor thou nor other songs shall unre-

membered be.

HOMER'S HYMN TO MINERVA
I SING the glorious Power with azure
eyes,
Athenian Pallas! tameless, chaste, and
wise,
Tritogenia, town-preserving maid,
Revered and mighty; from his awful
head

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HOMER'S HYMN TO VENUS
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MUSE, sing the deeds of golden
Who wakens with her smile the lulled
Aphrodite,
delight

of sweet desire, taming the eternal kings
Of Heaven, and men, and all the living
That fleet along the air, or whom the
things

sea,

Or earth with her maternal ministry
Nourish innumerable, thy delight
All seek
O crowned Aphrodite.
Three spirits canst thou not deceive or
quell,
Minerva, child of Jove, who loves too
well

Fierce war and mingling combat, and
the fame

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