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C. Valerius Catullus, Carmina (ed. Leonard C. Smithers), Poem 64 (search)
nt from divine breast the felicitous fate of Peleus. For previously the heaven-dwellers used to visit the chaste homes of heroes and to show themselves in mortal assembly when their worship had not yet been scorned. Often the father of the gods, resting in his glorious temple, when on the festal days his annual rites appeared, gazed on a hundred bulls strewn prone on the earth. Often wandering Liber on topmost summit of Parnassus led his howling Thyiads with loosely tossed locks, when the Delphians tumultuously trooping from the whole of their city joyously acclaimed the god with smoking altars. Often in lethal strife of war, Mavors, or swift Triton's queen, or the Rhamnusian virgin, in person did exhort armed bodies of men. But after the earth was infected with heinous crime, and each on
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington), Book 3, Poem 21 (search)
O born in Manlius' year with me, Whate'er you bring us, plaint or jest, Or passion and wild revelry, Or, like a gentle wine-jar, rest; Howe'er men call your Massic juice, Its broaching claims a festal day; Come then; Corvinus bids produce A mellower wine, and I obey. Though steep'd in all Socratic lore He will not slight you; do not fear. They say old Cato o'er and o'er With wine his honest heart would cheer. Tough wits to your mild torture yield Their treasures; you unlock the soul Of wisdom and its stores conceal'd, Arm'd with Lyaeus' kind control. 'Tis yours the drooping heart to heal; Your strength uplifts the poor man's horn; Inspired by you, the soldier's steel, The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn, Liber and Venus, wills she so, And sister Graces, ne'er unknit, And living lamps shall see you flow Till stars before the sunrise flit.
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 4, line 1 (search)
ns, they loosed their long hair for the sacred wreaths, and took the leafy thyrsus in their hands;— for so the priest commanded them. Austere the wrath of Bacchus if his power be scorned. Mothers and youthful brides obeyed the priest; and putting by their wickers and their webs, dropt their unfinished toils to offer up frankincense to the God; invoking him with many names:—“O Bacchus! O Twice-born! O Fire-begot! Thou only child Twice-mothered! God of all those who plant the luscious grape! O Liber!” All these names and many more, for ages known—throughout the lands of Greece. “Thy youth is not consumed by wasting time; and lo, thou art an ever-youthful boy, most beautiful of all the Gods of Heaven, smooth as a virgin when thy horns are hid.— The distant east to tawny India's clime, where rolls remotest Ganges to the sea, was conquered by thy might.—O Most-revered! Thou didst destroy the doubting Pentheus, and hurled the sailors' bodies in the deep, and smote Lycurgus, wielder
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 4, line 1 (search)
e they lay, And burne to Bacchus frankinsence. Whome solemly they call By all the names and titles high that may to him befall: As Bromius, and Lyeus eke, begotten of the flame, Twice borne, the sole and only childe that of two mothers came, Unshorne Thyoney, Niseus, Leneus, and the setter Of Wines, whose pleasant liquor makes all tables fare the better, Nyctileus and th'Elelean Sire, Iacchus, Evan eke, With divers other glorious names that through the land of Greke To thee O Liber wonted are to attributed bee. Thy youthfull yeares can never wast: there dwelleth ay in thee A childhod tender, fresh and faire: in Heaven we doe thee see Surmounting every other thing in beautie and in grace And when thou standste without thy homes thou hast a Maidens face. To thee obeyeth all the East as far as Ganges goes, Which doth the scorched land of Inde with tawnie folke enclose. Lycurgus with his twibill sharpe, and Penthey who of pride Thy Godhead and thy mightie power rebellious