Bulfinch's Mythology: The Age of Fable, The Age of Chivalry, Legends of Charlemagne

Couverture
Thomas Y. Crowell Company, 1913 - 912 pages
 

Table des matières

I
1
II
12
III
19
V
28
VI
38
VII
46
VIII
52
IX
62
LX
467
LXI
472
LXII
475
LXIII
479
LXIV
486
LXV
491
LXVI
497
LXVII
507

X
69
XI
76
XII
80
XIII
91
XIV
98
XV
107
XVI
115
XVII
122
XVIII
129
XIX
138
XX
143
XXI
150
XXII
160
XXIII
166
XXV
177
XXVI
185
XXVII
194
XXVIII
204
XXIX
211
XXX
227
XXXI
236
XXXIII
247
XXXIV
258
XXXV
266
XXXVI
276
XXXVII
288
XXXVIII
300
XXXIX
310
XL
318
XLI
328
XLII
337
XLIII
343
XLIV
358
XLV
367
XLVII
378
XLVIII
389
XLIX
394
L
405
LI
414
LII
418
LIII
424
LIV
435
LV
441
LVI
445
LVII
449
LVIII
457
LIX
464
LXVIII
515
LXIX
527
LXX
529
LXXI
534
LXXII
539
LXXIII
546
LXXIV
553
LXXV
564
LXXVI
572
LXXVII
583
LXXVIII
589
LXXIX
597
LXXX
608
LXXXI
620
LXXXII
626
LXXXIII
635
LXXXV
637
LXXXVI
641
LXXXVII
643
LXXXVIII
647
LXXXIX
656
XC
664
XCI
672
XCII
683
XCIII
693
XCIV
702
XCV
712
XCVI
721
XCVII
732
XCVIII
739
XCIX
745
C
753
CI
760
CII
769
CIII
777
CIV
788
CV
801
CVI
814
CVII
819
CVIII
825
CIX
832
CX
842
CXI
848
CXII
856
CXIII
863
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Page 179 - 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...
Page 120 - But hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Page 299 - 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.
Page 57 - Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Page 165 - Coasting the Tyrrhene shore, as the winds listed, On Circe's island fell. (Who knows not Circe, The daughter of the Sun, whose charmed cup Whoever tasted lost his upright shape, And downward fell into a grovelling swine...
Page 38 - I DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs...
Page 111 - Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white ; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk ; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font : The fire-fly wakens : waken thou with me. Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghost, And like a ghost she glimmers on to me. Now lies the Earth all Danae to the stars, And all thy heart lies open unto me.
Page 20 - Or view the Lord of the unerring bow, The God of life, and poesy, and light — The Sun in human limbs array'd, 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.
Page 291 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres, Once bless our human ears (If ye have power to touch our senses so), And let your silver chime Move in melodious time, And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 137 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and tongue of dog...

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