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Euripides, The Trojan Women (ed. E. P. Coleridge), line 595 (search)
Andromache These great griefs— Hecuba Unhappy one, bitter these woes to bear. Andromache Our city ruined— Hecuba And sorrow to sorrow added. Andromache Through the will of angry heaven, since the day that son i.e., Paris, who had been exposed to die on account of an oracle foretelling the misery he would cause if he grew to man's estate; but shepherds had found him on the hills and reared him. of yours escaped death, he that for a hated bride brought destruction on the Trojan citadel. There lie the gory corpses of the slain by the shrine of Pallas for vultures to carry off; and Troy has come to slavery's y
Hesiod, Theogony, line 371 (search)
nd bore great Helius (Sun) and clear Selene (Moon) and Eos (Dawn) who shines upon all that are on earth and upon the deathless Gods who live in the wide heaven. And Eurybia, bright goddess, was joined in love to Crius and bore great Astraeus, and Pallas, and Perses who also was eminent among all men in wisdom. And Eos bore to Astraeus the strong-hearted winds, brightening Zephyrus, and Boreas, headlong in his course,and Notus,—a goddess mating in love with a god. And after these ErigeneiaI.e.Eos, the “Early born.” bare the star Eosphorus (Dawn-bringer), and the gleaming stars with which heaven is crowned. And Styx the daughter of Ocean was joined to Pallas and bore Zelus (Emulation) and trim-ankled Nike (Victory) in the house. Also she brought forthCratos (Strength) and Bia (Force), wonderful children. These have no house apart from Zeus, nor any dwelling nor path except that wherein God leads them, but they dwell always with Zeus the loud-thunderer. For
Plato, Cratylus, section 406d (search)
from her birth out of the foam (a)frou=).HermogenesBut surely you, as an Athenian, will not forget Athena, nor Hephaestus and Ares.SocratesThat is not likely.HermogenesNo.SocratesIt is easy to tell the reason of one of her two names.HermogenesWhat name?SocratesWe call her Pallas, you know.HermogenesYes, of course.SocratesThose of us are right, I fancy,
Plato, Cratylus, section 407a (search)
in the hands is called shaking (pa/llein) and being shaken, or dancing and being danced.HermogenesYes, certainly.SocratesSo that is the reason she is called Pallas.HermogenesAnd rightly called so. But what can you say of her other name?SocratesYou mean Athena?HermogenesYes.SocratesThat is a weightier matter, my friend. The ancients seem to have had the same belief about Athena as the interpreters of Homer have now;
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington), Book 1, Poem 6 (search)
Not I, but Varius:—he, of Homer's brood A tuneful swan, shall bear you on his wing, Your tale of trophies, won by field or flood, Mighty alike to sing. Not mine such themes, Agrippa; no, nor mine To chant the Wrath that fill'd Pelides' breast, Nor dark Ulysses' wanderings o'er the brine, Nor Pelops' house unblest. Vast were the task, I feeble; inborn shame, And she, who makes the peaceful lyre submit, Forbid me to impair great Caesar's fame And yours by my weak wit. But who may fitly sing of Mars array'd In adamant mail, or Merion, black with dust Of Troy, or Tydeus' son by Pallas' aid Strong against gods to thrust? Feasts are my theme, my warriors maidens fair, Who with pared nails encounter youths in fight; Be Fancy free or caught in Cupid's snare, Her temper still is ligh
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 12, line 316 (search)
ed success. He struggled with vast effort to tear up an old pine, trunk and all, with its long roots, and, failing shortly in that first attempt, he broke it off and hurled it at his foe. But Theseus saw the pine tree in its flight and, warned by Pallas, got beyond its range— his boast was, Pallas had directed him! And yet, the missle was not launched in vain. It sheared the left shoulder and the breast from tall Crantor. He, Achilles, was your father's armor bearer and was given by King AmyntorPallas had directed him! And yet, the missle was not launched in vain. It sheared the left shoulder and the breast from tall Crantor. He, Achilles, was your father's armor bearer and was given by King Amyntor, when he sued for peace. “When Peleus at a distance saw him torn and mangled, he exclaimed, ‘At least receive this sacrifice, O Crantor! most beloved! Dearest of young men!’ And with sturdy arm and all his strength of soul as well, he hurled his ashen lance against Demoleon, which piercing through his shivered ribs, hung there and quivered in the bones. The centaur wrenched the wooden shaft out, with his frenzied hands, but could not move the pointed head, which stuck within his lungs. His ver
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 13, line 98 (search)
Let the Ithacan compare with deeds like mine his sleeping Rhesus, his unwarlike Dolon, Helenus taken, and Pallas gained by theft— all done by night and all with Diomed. If you must give these arms for deeds so mean, then give the greater share to Diomed. “Why give arms to Ulysses, who by stealth and quite unarmed, has always done his work, deceiving his unwary enemy by stratagems? This brilliant helmet, rich with sparkling gold, will certainly betray his plans, and will discover him when hid. His soft Dulichian head beneath the helm of great Achilles will not bear the weight; Achilles' heavy spear from Pelion must be burdensome for his unwarlike hands: nor will the shield, graven with the vasty world beseem a dastard left hand, smooth for theft. “Why caitiff, will you beg them for a gift, which will but weaken you? If by mistake, the Grecian people should award you this, it would not fright the foe but offer spoils and that swift flight (in which alone you have excelled all others, da<
She answer'd, " Friend, your service I disclaim; Who are you, pray? whence come you? what's your name?" "Men call me Celadon, in verse I write, And songs at home with some applause indite; Oh, why is every flower and pleasing root That in the Muses' happy garden shoot, Denied me now? and why must I despair, With sweets of verse to charm the brightest fair? Thou gentle muse, my humble breast inspire With sacred numbers and celestial fire; And, Pallas, thy propitious light convey, To chase the mist of ignorance away!" "Peace, rhyming fool, and learn henceforth to make A fitter choice; your woman you mistake." "0 mercy, Venus! mercy from above! Why would you curse me with such hopeless love? Behold the most abandon'd soul on earth; Ill was I got, and woful was my birth. Unless some pity on my pains you shed, The frosty grave will quickly be my bed." Thus having spoke, my breath began to fail, My colour sunk, and turned like ashes pale; I swoon'd, and down I fell. " Thou slave arise (Crie
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy III: Of His Perjured Mistress. By Henry Cromwell. (search)
u see (Vain witnesses for truth, for faith, for me,) Such an affront put on divinity, Yet no revenge the daring crime pursue, But the deceiv'd must be her victim too? Either the gods are empty notions, crept Into the minds of sleepers as they slept, In vain are fear'd, are but the tricks of law, To keep the foolish cred'lous world in awe; Or, if there be a god, he loves the fair, And all things at their sole disposal are. For us are all the instruments of war Design'd, the sword of Mars, and Pallas' spear; 'Gainst us alone Apollo's bows are bent, And at our hands Jove's brandish'd thunder sent. Yet of the ladies, oh ! how fond are they ! Dare not the inj'ries they receive, repay, But those who ought to fear them they obey. Jove to his votaries is most severe; Temples nor altars does his lightning spare. Obliging Semele in flames expires, But those who merit, can escape the fires. Is this the justice of your pow'rs divine? Who then will offer incense at a shrine ? Why do we thus reproac
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 2, line 531 (search)
st have bene and what thou seest me now: And what hath bene the ground hereof. I boldly dare avow, That thou shalt finde my faithfulnesse imputed for a crime. For Pallas in a wicker chest had hid upon a time A childe calde Ericthonius, whome never woman bare, And tooke it unto Maidens three that Cecrops daughters were, Nuld be of right To holde their tongues for being shent. But you will say perchaunce I came unsentfor of my selfe, she did me not advaunce. I dare well say though Pallas now my heavie Mistresse stand Yet if perhaps ye should demaund the question at hir hand, As sore displeased as she is, she would not this denie: But that she chos as erst remained not the print. Me thought I glided on the ground. Anon with sodaine dint, I rose and hovered in the Ayre. And from that instant time Did wait on Pallas faithfully without offence or crime. But what availes all this to me, and if that in my place The wicked wretch Nyctyminee (who late for lacke of grace Wa
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