Classic Tales: Designed for the Instruction and Amusement of Young Persons

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Peabody & Company publishers, 1833 - Mythology - 163 pages
 

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Page 53 - And when the people saw what Paul had done, they lifted up their voices, saying in the speech of Lycaonia, The gods are come down to us, in the likeness of men.
Page 63 - My Lord, if now I have found favour in thy sight, pass not away, I pray thee, from thy servant : let a little water, I pray you, be fetched, and wash your feet ; and rest yourselves under the tree ; and I will fetch a morsel of bread ; and comfort ye your hearts ; after that ye shall pass on : for therefore are ye come to your servant. And they said, So do as thou hast said.
Page 53 - Then the priest of Jupiter, which was before their city, brought oxen and garlands unto the gates, and would have done sacrifice with the people.
Page 65 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Page 60 - And since not any action of our life Has been polluted with domestic strife, We beg one hour of death ; that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with withered arms, may bear My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.
Page 54 - Apollo tuned the lyre; the Muses round With voice alternate aid the silver sound. Meantime the radiant sun, to mortal sight Descending swift, roll'd down the rapid light. Then to their starry domes the Gods depart, The shining monuments of Vulcan's art: Jove on his couch reclin'd his awful head, And Juno slumber'd on the golden bed.
Page 29 - tis he : he comes to us From the depths of Tartarus. For what of evil doth he roam From his red and gloomy home, In the centre of the world, Where the sinful dead are hurled ? Mark him as he moves along Drawn by horses black and strong, Such as may belong to Night 'Ere she takes her morning flight. Now the chariot stops : the god On our grassy world hath trod : Like a Titan steppeth he, Yet full of his divinity. On his mighty shoulders lie Raven locks, and in his eye A cruel beauty, such as none...
Page 93 - Is his, malicious: them who enter there, With tail and bended ears he fawning soothes: But suffers not that they with backward step Repass: whoe'er would issue from the gates Of Pluto strong and stern Proserpina, For them with marking eye he lurks; on them Springs from his couch, and pitiless devours.
Page 103 - mongst my bestloved sons — No more thy hand shall stroke this beard, no more Embrace thy mother's father, nor thy voice Address me thus : " Who wrongs thy reverend a^e ? О Who dares dishonor thee ? Who wrings thy heart With rude offence ? Inform me, and this hand Shall punish him that injures thee, my father.
Page 161 - In my youth," began the old man, " my father, being too old and infirm to bear the fatigues of a long journey, sent me to Lydia, to purchase bullocks; and as I neither knew the road, nor was acquainted with the language of the people with whom I was to transact this business, I engaged a native of the country to be my guide.

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