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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) 22 0 Browse Search
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C. Valerius Catullus, Carmina (ed. Sir Richard Francis Burton), (LOQUITUR) BERENICE'S LOCK. (search)
(LOQUITUR) BERENICE'S LOCK. He who every light of the sky world's vastness inspected, He who mastered in mind risings and settings of stars, How of the fast rising sun obscured be the fiery splendours, How at the seasons assured vanish the planets from view, How Diana to lurk thief-like 'neath Latmian stone-fields, Summoned by sweetness of Love, comes from her aëry gyre; That same Cónon espied among lights Celestial shining Me, Berenice's Hair, which, from her glorious head, Fulgent in brightness afar, to many a host of the Godheads Stretching her soft smooth arms she vowed to devoutly bestow, What time strengthened by joy of new-made wedlock the monarch Bounds of Assyrian land hurried to plunder and pill; Bearing of nightly strife new signs and traces delicious, Won in the war he waged virginal trophies to win. Loathsome is Venus to all new-paired? Else why be the parents' Pleasure frustrated aye by the false flow of tears Poured in profusion amid illuminate genial chamber? Nay
Titus Livius (Livy), The History of Rome, Book 1 (ed. Rev. Canon Roberts), chapter 45 (search)
me he at length induced the Latin tribes to join with the people of Rome in building a temple to Diana in Rome. Their doing so was an admission of the predominance of Rome; a question which hadwas attested in after ages by the horns which were fastened up in the vestibule of the temple of Diana. The creature was looked upon as-what it really was-a prodigy, and the soothsayers predicted that, whoever sacrificed it to Diana, the state of which he was a citizen should be the seat of empire. This prophecy had reached the ears of the official in charge of the temple of Diana. WDiana. When the first day on which the sacrifice could properly be offered arrived the Sabine drove the heifer to Rome, took it to the temple and placed it front of the altar. The official in charge was a Roon might be fulfilled, the stranger promptly went down to the Tiber. Meanwhile the Roman sacrificed the heifer to Diana. This was a cause of intense gratification to the king and to his people.
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), BOOK 1, line 650 (search)
he escaped the Gods, that wandered in the groves of sylvan shades, and often fled from Satyrs that pursued. Vowing virginity, in all pursuits she strove to emulate Diana's ways: and as that graceful goddess wears her robe, so Syrinx girded hers that one might well believe Diana there. Even though her bow were made of horn, Diana's Diana there. Even though her bow were made of horn, Diana's wrought of gold, vet might she well deceive. “Now chanced it Pan. Whose head was girt with prickly pines, espied the Nymph returning from the Lycian Hill, and these words uttered he: ”—But Mercury refrained from further speech, and Pan's appeal remains untold. If he had told it all, the tale of Syrinx would have followed thus:— buDiana's wrought of gold, vet might she well deceive. “Now chanced it Pan. Whose head was girt with prickly pines, espied the Nymph returning from the Lycian Hill, and these words uttered he: ”—But Mercury refrained from further speech, and Pan's appeal remains untold. If he had told it all, the tale of Syrinx would have followed thus:— but she despised the prayers of Pan, and fled through pathless wilds until she had arrived the placid Ladon's sandy stream, whose waves prevented her escape. There she implored her sister Nymphs to change her form: and Pan, believing he had caught her, held instead some marsh reeds for the body of the Nymph; and while he sig
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 3, line 138 (search)
s he commanded; and they sought their needed rest. There is a valley called Gargaphia; sacred to Diana, dense with pine trees and the pointed cypress, where, deep in the woods that fringed the valleyg sport, the Sylvan goddess loved to come and bathe her virgin beauty in the crystal pool. After Diana entered with her nymphs, she gave her javelin, quiver and her bow to one accustomed to the care in-drop Rhanis, Psecas of the dews, and Phyale the guardian of their urns. And while they bathed Diana in their streams, Actaeon, wandering through the unknown woods, entered the precincts of that san their breasts, and made the woods resound, suddenly shrieking. Quickly gathered they to shield Diana with their naked forms, but she stood head and shoulders taller than her guards.— as clouds bright-tinted by the slanting sun, or purple-dyed Aurora, so appeared Diana's countenance when she was seen. Oh, how she wished her arrows were at hand! But only having water, this she took and dashed it
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 3, line 251 (search)
Hapless Actaeon's end in various ways was now regarded; some deplored his doom, but others praised Diana's chastity; and all gave many reasons. But the spouse of Jove, alone remaining silent, gave nor praise nor blame. Whenever calamity befell the race of Cadmus she rejoiced, in secret, for she visited her rage on all Europa's kindred. Now a fresh occasion has been added to her grief, and wild with jealousy of Semele, her tongue as ever ready to her rage, lets loose a torrent of abuse; “Away! Away with words! Why should I speak of it? Let me attack her! Let me spoil that jade! Am I not Juno the supreme of Heaven? Queen of the flashing scepter? Am I not sister and wife of Jove omnipotent? She even wishes to be known by him a mother of a Deity, a joy almost denied to me! Great confidence has she in her great beauty—nevertheless, I shall so weave the web the bolt of Jove would fail to save her.—Let the Gods deny that I am Saturn's daughter, if her shade descend not stricken to the S<
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 8, line 547 (search)
rich food brought; and after all were satisfied with meat and dainties delicate, the careful Nymphs removed all traces of the feast, and served delicious wine in bowls embossed with gems. And after they had eaten, Theseus arose, and as he pointed with his finger, said, “Declare to me what name that island bears, or is it one or more than one I see?” To which the ready River-God replied: “It is not one we see but five are there, deceptive in the distance. And that you may wonder less at what Diana did, those islands were five Naiads.—Long ago, ten bullocks for a sacrifice they slew; and when the joyous festival was given, ignoring me they bade all other Gods. Indignant at the slight, I swelled with rage as great as ever when my banks are full,— and so redoubled both in rage and flood, I ravished woods from woods, and fields from fields, and hurled into the sea the very soil, together with the Nymphs, who then at last remembered their neglect. And soon my waves, united with the ocea
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 14, line 320 (search)
as noble as his shape. He could not yet have seen the steeds contend four times in races held with each fifth year at Grecian Elis. But his good looks had charmed the dryads born on Latin hills, Naiads would pine for him—both goddesses of spring and goddesses of fountains, pined for him, and nymphs that live in streaming Albula, Numicus, Anio's course, brief flowing Almo, and rapid Nar and Farfarus, so cool in its delightful shades; all these and those which haunt the forest lake of Scythian Diana and the other nearby lakes. “ ‘But, heedless of all these, he loved a nymph whom on the hill, called Palatine, 'tis said, Venilia bore to Janus double faced. When she had reached the age of marriage, she was given to Picus Laurentine, preferred by her above all others—wonderful indeed her beauty, but more wonderful her skill in singing, from which art they called her Canens. The fascination of her voice would move the woods and rocks and tame wild beasts, and stay long rivers, and it even d
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), carte 3 (search)
tial queen, we pay, Whose minds are lighted with your beauty's ray." Taught by the pray'r these happy lovers made, I tried my wit, and thus devoutly said. "Fairest of all that e'er in nature shin'd, Light of the world, and comfort of mankind, To you, 0 goddess, I my heart bequeath, Freely bestow a thing that's yours till death; Yours be the choice; I only wish to find A faithful mistress, beautiful and kind; No woman yet my settled passion moves, One I have seen whom most my soul approves; Of stature low, cast in a lovely mould, Healthful and young, with hair more bright than gold; Her looks are fresh, her countenance demure, Her eyes, tho' killing, look like crystal pure: Her could I serve; but if your high decree That fair denies, some other find for me, With whom in pleasure I may spend my life, My mistress, empress, anything but wife. So will I always sacrifice to you, And with Diana constant war pursue. A fig for her, and all her chastity; Let monks and friars her disciples be."
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy V: To His False Mistress. By Eusden. (search)
pens they vied, And the spilt wine the want of ink supplied. The silent speech too well I understood, For to deceive a lover yet who could? Tho' thou didst write in a laconic hand, And words for sentences were taught to stand. Now ended was the treat, and ev'ry guest Indulg'd his ease, and lay compos'd to rest: Your close, lascivious kisses then I spied, And something more than lips to lips applied; Such from a sister brothers ne'er receive, But yielding fair ones to warm lovers give. Not so Diana would to Phoebus press, But Cytherea so her Mars would bless. Too far provok'd, at last I cried aloud, "On whom are pleasures, due to me, bestow'd? I must not, will not, cannot bear this sight; 'Tis lawful, sure, to seize upon my right. These raptures to us both in common are, But whence, ye furies, claims a third his share?" Enrag'd I spoke, and o'er her cheeks were spread Swift newborn glories in a sudden red; Such blushes on the bridal night adorn The trembling virgin; such the rising mor
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy II: To his Mistress at the horse-race. By Henry Cromwell. (search)
e: This kind auspicious place was fram d for love. I fear you're crowded,- Gentlemen, forbear, Pray let your arms and knees the lady spare; Madam, your gown hangs down-nay, pray let me -- Oh heav'ns ! what fine, what curious legs I see! Sure, who Diana in a forest drew, Copied in this the graceful'st parts from you; Such Atalant discovering as she ran, What rapt'rous wishes seiz'd Menalion I burn'd and rag'd before -- what then are these, But flames on flames, and waters to the seas? By these amy love; To Mars let warriors acclamations raise, The merchants' tongues resound with Neptune's praise; Whilst I, whom neither seas nor arms invite, In love alone, the fruit of peace, delight; To their Apollo let the prophets pray, And hunters to Diana homage pay. Let the mechanics to Minerva vow, Rustics to Ceres, and to Bacchus bow; Whilst I devote myself to thee alone, Kind Venus, and the pow'rful god thy son; 0 be propitious to my enterprize, Inform with all thy softness these fair eyes, An
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