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Homer, The Odyssey (ed. Samuel Butler, Based on public domain edition, revised by Timothy Power and Gregory Nagy.) 166 0 Browse Search
Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) 20 0 Browse Search
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) 6 0 Browse Search
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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams) 6 0 Browse Search
Euripides, Cyclops (ed. David Kovacs) 4 0 Browse Search
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. John Dryden) 4 0 Browse Search
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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 258 (search)
o more, but turned to prayers and offerings, asking grace, scarce knowing if those creatures were divine, or but vast birds, ill-omened and unclean. Father Anchises to the gods in heaven uplifted suppliant hands, and on that shore due ritual made, crying aloud; “Ye gods avert this curse, this evil turn away! Smile, Heaven, upon your faithful votaries.” Then bade he launch away, the chain undo, set every cable free and spread all sail. O'er the white waves we flew, and took our way where'er the helmsman or the winds could guide. Now forest-clad Zacynthus met our gaze, engirdled by the waves; Dulichium, same, and Neritos, a rocky steep, uprose. We passed the cliffs of Ithaca that called Laertes king, and flung our curse on fierce Ulysses' hearth and native land. nigh hoar Leucate's clouded crest we drew, where Phoebus' temple, feared by mariners, loomed o'er us; thitherward we steered and reached the little port and town. Our weary fleet dropped anchor, and lay beached along the stra
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 613 (search)
“My home was Ithaca, and I partook the fortunes of Ulysses evil-starred. My name is Achemenides, my sire was Adamastus, and I sailed for Troy, being so poor,—O, that I ne'er had change the lot I bore! In yon vast Cyclops' cave my comrades, flying from its gruesome door, left me behind, forgotten. 'T is a house of gory feasts of flesh, 't is deep and dark, and vaulted high. He looms as high as heaven; I pray the blessed gods to rid the earth of the vile monster! None can look on him, none speak wed them on the stones, fouling the floor with torrent of their blood; myself I saw him crunch with his teeth the dripping, bloody limbs still hot and pulsing on his hungry jaw. But not without reward! For such a sight Ulysses would not brook, and Ithaca forgot not in such strait the name he bore. For soon as, gorged with feasting and o'ercome with drunken slumber, the foul giant lay sprawled through the cave, his head dropped helpless down, disgorging as he slept thick drool of gore and gobbets