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Pausanias, Description of Greece | 62 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Herodotus, The Histories (ed. A. D. Godley) | 16 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Homer, Odyssey | 12 | 0 | Browse | Search |
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Homeric Hymns (ed. Hugh G. Evelyn-White) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Pindar, Odes (ed. Diane Arnson Svarlien) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) | 8 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Euripides, Ion (ed. Robert Potter) | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Aeschylus, Libation Bearers (ed. Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D.) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Ion
But I will cease from labor with the laurel branch and I wil hurl from golden vases Gaia's fountain, which Castalia's eddies pour out, casting out the moist drops, since I am chaste. May I never cease to serve Phoebus in this manner; or, if I do, may it be with good fortune. Ah, ah! Already the birds of Parnassus have left their nests, and come here. I forbid you to approach the walls and the golden house. I will reach you with my bow, herald of Zeus, though you conquer with your beak the strength of all other birds. Here comes another, a swan, to the rim of the temple. Move your crimson foot elsewhere! Phoebus' lyre, that sings with you, would not protect you from my bow. Alter your wings' course; go to the Delian lake; if you do not obey, you will steep your lovely melody in blood. Ah, ah! what is this new bird that approaches; you will not place under the cornice a straw-built nest for your children, will you? My singing bow will keep you off. Will you not obey? Go aw
Chorus
O ridge of Parnassus, holding the high rock and seat of heaven, where Bacchus with flaming torches leaps lightly with the bacchantes that roam by night— may the boy never come to my city, may he leave his young life and die! For the mourning city would have for excuse a foreign invasion . . . the former king, lord Erechtheus, gathered his force
Ion
O Cephisus, her ancestor, with a bull's face, what a viper have you bred, or serpent that glares a deadly flame! She has dared all, she is no less than the Gorgon's blood, with which she was about to kill me. Seize her, so that the uplands of Parnassus, from which she will be hurled to make her stony leaps, may comb out those smooth tresses of her hair. I met with a good genius, before I came to the city of Athens, and fell into a stepmother's hands. For in the midst of allies I have taken the measure of your intent, what an unfriendly bane you were to me; if you had encompassed me in your own house, you would have sent me utterly to the house of Hades. But neither the altar nor Apollo's shrine will save you. Pity for you is greater for me and for my mother; although she is absent, yet the name is present. Look at that wicked creature, how she wove craft out of craft; she has fled cowering to the altar of the god, as if she thought she would not pay the penalty for her deed