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Homer, Odyssey, Book 12, line 426 (search)
estuously, and swiftly the South Wind came, bringing sorrow to my heart, that I might traverse again the way to baneful Charybdis. All night long was I borne, and at the rising of the sunI came to the cliff of Scylla and to dread Charybdis. She veriCharybdis. She verily sucked down the salt water of the sea, but I, springing up to the tall fig-tree, laid hold of it, and clung to it like a bat. Yet I could in no wise plant my feet firmly or climb upon the tree,for its roots spread far below and its branches hung out of reach above, long and great, and overshadowed Charybdis. There I clung steadfastly until she should vomit forth mast and keel again, and to my joy they came at length. At the hour when a man rises from the assembly for his supper,one that decides the many quarrels of young men that seek judgment, even at that hour those spars appeared from out Charybdis. And I let go hands and feet from above and plunged down into the waters out beyond the long spars, and sitting on these I rowed onward
Homer, The Odyssey (ed. Samuel Butler, Based on public domain edition, revised by Timothy Power and Gregory Nagy.), Scroll 12, line 5 (search)
gether in the hold. In one thing only did I disobey Circe's strict instructions - I put on my armor. Then seizing two strong spears I took my stand on the ship's bows, for it was there that I expected first to see the monster of the rock, who was to do my men so much harm; but I could not make her out anywhere, though I strained my eyes with looking the gloomy rock all over and over. "Then we entered the Straits in great fear of mind, for on the one hand was Scylla, and on the other dread Charybdis kept sucking up the salt water. As she vomited it up, it was like the water in a cauldron when it is boiling over upon a great fire, and the spray reached the top of the rocks on either side. When she began to suck again, we could see the water all inside whirling round and round, and it made a deafening sound as it broke against the rocks. We could see the bottom of the whirlpool all black with sand and mud, and the men were at their wit's ends for fear. While we were taken up with this,
Homer, The Odyssey (ed. Samuel Butler, Based on public domain edition, revised by Timothy Power and Gregory Nagy.), Scroll 12, line 6 (search)
"When we had passed the Wandering rocks, with Scylla and terrible Charybdis, we reached the noble island of the sun-god, where were the goodly cattle and sheep belonging to the sun Hyperion. While still at sea in my ship I could bear the cattle lowing as they came home to the yards, and the sheep bleating. Then I remembered what the blind Theban seer [mantis] Teiresias had told me, and how carefully Aeaean Circe had warned me to shun the island of the blessed sun-god. So being much troubled I said to the men, ‘My men, I know you are hard pressed, but listen while I tell you the prophecy that Teiresias made me, and how carefully Aeaean Circe warned me to shun the island of the blessed sun-god, for it was here, she said, that our worst danger would lie. Head the ship, therefore, away from the island.’ "The men were in despair at this, and Eurylokhos at once gave me an insolent answer. ‘Odysseus,’ said he, ‘you are cruel; you are very strong yourself and never get worn out; you seem
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), The Art of Poetry: To the Pisos (ed. C. Smart, Theodore Alois Buckley), line 125 (search)
worthy of all this gaping? The mountains are in labor, a ridiculous mouse will be brought forth. How much more to the purpose he, who attempts nothing improperly "Sing for me, my muse, the man who, after the time of the destruction of Troy, surveyed the manners and cities of many men." He meditates not [to produce] smoke from a flash, but out of smoke to elicit fire, that he may thence bring forth his instances of the marvelous with beauty, [such as] Antiphates, Scylla, the Cyclops, and Charybdis. Nor does he date Diomede's return from Meleager's death, nor trace the rise of the Trojan war from [Leda's] eggs: he always hastens on to the event; and hurries away his reader in the midst of interesting circumstances, no otherwise than as if they were [already] known; and what he despairs of, as to receiving a polish from his touch, he omits; and in such a manner forms his fictions, so intermingles the false with the true, that the middle is not inconsistent with the beginning, nor the
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XVI: He invites his mistress into the country. (search)
That faithful lovers should like spirits live, Mix'd in one point and yet divided lie, Enjoying an united liberty? But since we must thro' distant regions go, Why was not the same way design'd for two? One single care determined still for both, And the kind virgin join'd the loving youth? Then should I think it pleasant way to go Oe'r Alpine frost, and trace the hills of snow; Then should I dare to view the horrid moors, And walk the deserts of the Libyan shores; Hear Scylla bark, and see Charybdis rave, Suck in and vomit out the threat'ning wave; Fearless through all I'd steer my feeble barge, Secure, and safe with the celestial charge, But now, though here my grateful fields afford Choice fruits to cheer their malancholy lord; Though here obedient streams the gard'ner leads, In narrow channels through my flow'ry beds; The poplars rise, and spread a shady grove, Where I might lie, my little life improve, And spend my minutes 'twixt a muse and love: Yet these contributes little to my
Adam Badeau, Grant in peace: from Appomattox to Mount McGregor, a personal memoir, Chapter 35: (search)
Chapter 35: The Wanderings of Ulysses. The modern Ulysses traveled further than his classic namesake; and his Penelope accompanied him. They once came upon the course of the ancient hero, and sailing along the Italian and Sicilian shores the story of the Odyssey was told again. Mrs. Grant liked to be shown where the son of Laertes had landed, where he escaped from Calypso, or avoided Scylla or Charybdis. But the practical General was more curious about geography than mythology. The coasts and channels he inspected closely, but cared nothing for the fables of Homeric origin. Ancient history itself hardly interested him. I remember that in Rome, when I talked of the Forum and the Capitol, he replied that they seemed recent to him after Memphis and the Sphinx, which he had seen. Remote antiquity impressed him; but the venerable associations that scholars prize had no charm for Grant. There was little room in his nature for sentiment, though abundance of genuine feeling.
The Daily Dispatch: may 8, 1861., [Electronic resource], Virginia. (search)
Navy Department do not exceed as yet the sum of $200,000, which has been expended in the formation of a nuances around which will soon gather a brave little fleet. Orders have been issued for fitting out the steamship-of-war Sumter, almost ready for sea, also, the brig Pickens, (late Revenue cutter.) and the Washington, whose repairs are nearly completed. The Star of the West, the ill fated ship that escaped a dangerous Scylla in the harbor of Charleston, soon to strike upon a fatal Charybdis near Orleans, ill no doubt, be added to our little Navy, end may yet retrieve her unfortunate history by adopting the motto of the dying Lawrence, "Don't give up the ship." Marines for the naval service are being redeemed in New Orleans, and large quantities of guns, shot and shells are being cast for our naval vessels. Of course, a completion of the Saval preparations now in progress, will require a large expenditure in addition to what has already been drawn for. The proceedin
The Daily Dispatch: may 11, 1861., [Electronic resource], The telegraph. (search)
cheat and plunder any more. Could they triumph, as they propose; could they exterminate us, as they threaten; could they abolish our domestic institutions, as they desire, what would Yankee Doodle do for customers and cotton, for commissions, brokerages, insurances, freights, and the interminable list of its levies upon the Southern pocket? And the people who have made this grand mistake, who have placed their all upon the hazard of this die, who have thrown themselves between Scylla and Charybdis, are the cool, calculating, money making Yankee nation! What a strange compound of the practical and the fanatical, of shrewdness and sentimentalism, of a cold heart and a hot head, of common sense and uncommon folly, Is that greatest curiosity of the human family, the New England Puritan! Oh, Jonathan! Jonathan! At some future period, when your passions have cooled and reason has resumed its sway, you will clothe yourself with sack-cloth and ashes; you will go up and down, weeping and
The Daily Dispatch: June 1, 1861., [Electronic resource], article 4 (search)
Not deep enough for prayer --We heard a night or two since a tolerably good story of a couple of raftsmen. The event occurred during the late big blow on the Mississippi at which time so many rats were swamped and so many steamboat-lost their sky-riggings — A raft was just emerging from Lake Pepin as the squall came on. In an instant the raft was pouching and writhing as if suddenly dropped into Charybdis, while the waves broke over with tremendous uproar, and expecting instant destruction Happening to open his eyes an instant, he observed his companion not engaged in prayer, but pushing a pole into the water at the side of the raft. "What's that yer doin', Mike," said he, "Got down on you knees now, for there isn't a minit between us and purgatory!" "Be aiay, Pat," said the other, as he coolly continued to punch the water with his pole, "be aiay now! What's the use uv praying when a fellow can tetch bottom with a po'e !" Mike is a pretty good specimen of a larg
The Daily Dispatch: December 18, 1862., [Electronic resource], From Eastern North Carolina. (search)
what will now be the fate of Burnside. The Fredericksburg route to Richmond was his pet scheme, and in this he had the emphatic approval of the Yankee Commander in Chief, Gen. Halleck. His career has been a short one; brief and inglorious as that of the robber, Pope. The inscription upon his tombstone should be: "If so soon he's done for, Wonder what he was begun for." The manes of McClellan are now avenged. He was decapitated for not moving; Burnside avoided that error, and behold the result. The unfortunate Yankee Generals are between Seylla and Charybdis. If they stand still their own Government destroys them; if they don't stand still, they are destroyed by the Confederates. Burnside's next "onward movement" may be to New Jersey, that Botuny Bay of unfortunate Federal Generals. He said he was going to and the war on the Rappahannock, but the Rappahannock has proved as intractable as the Chickahominy. Instead of ending the war, he has only put an end to himself.