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Apollodorus, Library (ed. Sir James George Frazer), book 2 (search)
charged on horseback down on the ship. But when Hercules saw them in arms, he suspected
treachery, and killing Hippolyte stripped her of her belt. And after fighting the rest he
sailed away and touched at Troy.
But it chanced that the city was then in distress consequently on the wrath of Apollo and
Poseidon. For desiring to put the wantonness of Laomedon to the proof, Apollo
and Poseidon assumed the likeness of men and undertook to fortify Pergamum for wages. But when they had fortified it, he
would not pay them their wages.Compare Hom. Il. 7.452ff., Hom. Il.
21.441-457. According to the former of these passages, the walls of Troy were built by Poseidon and Apollo jointly for king
Laomedon. But according to the latter passage the walls were built by Poseidon alone,
and while he thus toiled as a mason, Apollo served as a herdsman, tending the king's
cattle in the wooded glens of Ida. Their period
Apollodorus, Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer), book E (search)
who says that after the death of
Achilles, and before the fall of Troy, the
amorous Polyxena stole out from the city and stabbed herself to death on the grave of
Achilles, that she might be his bride in the other world. See Philostratus, Her.
xx.18; Philostratus, Vit. Apollon. iv.16.4. According to the usual
tradition, it was Neoptolemus who slew the maiden on his father's tomb. Pictures of the
sacrifice were to be seen at Athens and
Pergamus （Paus. 1.22.6; Paus. 10.25.10）.
Sophocles wrote a tragedy on the theme. See The Fragments of
Sophocles, ed. A. C. Pearson, vol. ii. pp. 161ff. And as special
awards Agamemnon got Cassandra, Neoptolemus got Andromache, and Ulysses got Hecuba.Compare Quintus Smyrnaeus, Posthomerica xiv.20-23,
who agrees with Apollodorus as to the partition of these captive women among the Greek
leaders. But some say that Helenus got her, and crossed over with her to the
Xenophon, Anabasis (ed. Carleton L. Brownson), Book 7, chapter 8 (search)
Troad and, crossing over Mount Ida, arrived first at Antandrus, and then, proceeding along the coast, reached the plain of Thebes.
Making their way from there through Adramyttium and Certonus, they came to the plain of the Caicus and so reached Pergamus, in Mysia.Here Xenophon was entertained by Hellas, the wife of GongylusWhose ancestor (father?), according to Xen. Hell. 3.1.6, had been given four cities in this neighbourhood by Xerxes “because he espoused the Persian cause, being the only manbelow the town of Parthenium.
There Xenophon and his men fell in with him, and they captured him, his wife and children, his horses, and all that he had; and thus the omens of the earlier sacrifice proved true.
After that they came back again to Pergamus. And there Xenophon paid his greeting to the god; for the Laconians, the captains, the other generals, and the soldiers joined in arranging matters so that he got the pick of horses and teams of oxen and all the rest; the result was, that he was
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. John Dryden), Book 3, line 320 (search)
the lawless pride
Of Pyrrhus, more a handmaid than a bride.
Cloy'd with possession, he forsook my bed,
And Helen's lovely daughter sought to wed;
Then me to Trojan Helenus resign'd,
And his two slaves in equal marriage join'd;
Till young Orestes, pierc'd with deep despair,
And longing to redeem the promis'd fair,
Before Apollo's altar slew the ravisher.
By Pyrrhus' death the kingdom we regain'd:
At least one half with Helenus remain'd.
Our part, from Chaon, he Chaonia calls,
And names from Pergamus his rising walls.
But you, what fates have landed on our coast?
What gods have sent you, or what storms have toss'd?
Does young Ascanius life and health enjoy,
Sav'd from the ruins of unhappy Troy?
O tell me how his mother's loss he bears,
What hopes are promis'd from his blooming years,
How much of Hector in his face appears?’
She spoke; and mix'd her speech with mournful cries,
And fruitless tears came trickling from her eyes.
At length her lord descends upon the plain,
In pomp, attended
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. John Dryden), Book 10, line 16 (search)
Then, father, (if I still may use that name,)
By ruin'd Troy, yet smoking from the flame,
I beg you, let Ascanius, by my care,
Be freed from danger, and dismiss'd the war:
Inglorious let him live, without a crown.
The father may be cast on coasts unknown,
Struggling with fate; but let me save the son.
Mine is Cythera, mine the Cyprian tow'rs:
In those recesses, and those sacred bow'rs,
Obscurely let him rest; his right resign
To promis'd empire, and his Julian line.
Then Carthage may th' Ausonian towns destroy,
Nor fear the race of a rejected boy.
What profits it my son to scape the fire,
Arm'd with his gods, and loaded with his sire;
To pass the perils of the seas and wind;
Evade the Greeks, and leave the war behind;
To reach th' Italian shores; if, after all,
Our second Pergamus is doom'd to fall?
Much better had he curb'd his high desires,
And hover'd o'er his ill-extinguish'd fires.
To Simois' banks the fugitives restore,
And give them back to war, and all the woes before.
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 320 (search)
crept upon Pyrrhus in a careless hour
and murdered him upon his own hearth-stone.
Part of the realm of Neoptolemus
fell thus to Helenus, who called his lands
Chaonian, and in Trojan Chaon's name
his kingdom is Chaonia. Yonder height
is Pergamus, our Ilian citadel.
What power divine did waft thee to our shore,
not knowing whither? Tell me of the boy
Ascanius! Still breathes he earthly air?
In Troy she bore him—is he mourning still
that mother ravished from his childhood's eyes?
what ancappeared the son
of Priam, Helenus, with princely train.
He welcomed us as kin, and glad at heart
gave guidance to his house, though oft his words
fell faltering and few, with many a tear.
Soon to a humbler Troy I lift my eyes,
and of a mightier Pergamus discern
the towering semblance; there a scanty stream
runs on in Xanthus' name, and my glad arms
the pillars of a Scaean gate embrace.
My Teucrian mariners with welcome free
enjoyed the friendly town; his ample halls
our royal host threw wide; f
works of others and boast of it, deserve not merely to be blamed, but to be sentenced to actual punishment for their wicked course of life. With the ancients, however, it is said that such things did not pass without pretty strict chastisement. What the results of their judgments were, it may not be out of place to set forth as they are transmitted to us.
4. The kings of the house of Attalus having established, under the influence of the great charms of literature, an excellent library at Pergamus to give pleasure to the public, Ptolemy also was aroused with no end of enthusiasm and emulation into exertions to make a similar provision with no less diligence at Alexandria. Having done so with the greatest care, he felt that this was not enough without providing for its increase and development, for which he sowed the seed. He established public contests in honour of the Muses and Apollo, and appointed prizes and honours for victorious authors in general, as is done in the case of athl