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Pleuron (search for this): book Ep, poem 5
My mother, the hostile daughter of Thestius, did not take this into account; she brought about my evil fate, the fearless woman, and planned my destruction. She took the log of my swift doom out of the ornate chest, and burned it. Fate had marked off that this should be the boundary of my life. I happened to be slaying Clymenus, Daïpylus' valiant son, whose body was flawless; I had overtaken him in front of the towers. The others were fleeing to the well-built ancient city of Pleuron. And my sweet soul diminished; I knew that my strength was gone, aiai! I breathed my last breath in tears, as I left behind splendid youth.” They say that was the only time that the son of Amphitryon, fearless in battle, ever wetted his eyes with tears, pitying the fate of the man who endured grief. And he answered him in this way: “For mortals it is best never to be born, never to look on the light of the sun. But there is no profit in lamenting this; one must speak of what can be a
Pytho (Greece) (search for this): book Ep, poem 5
s his delicate wings, riding the gusts of the west wind, a conspicuous sight for men. So now for me there are countless paths of song leading in every direction, thanks to dark-haired Nike and Ares with his bronze breastplate, to sing of your excellence, noble sons of Deinomenes. May the god not tire of doing good. Beside the wide-whirling Alpheus, golden-armed Dawn saw the victory of the chestnut horse Pherenicus, a runner swift as a wind-storm, and she saw him win in very holy Pytho. Laying my hand on the earth, I make this declaration: never in any contest has he been fouled by the dust of faster horses as he strained toward the finish-line. In force he is like Boreas; obeying his rider, he speeds a new victory and new applause to hospitable Hieron. Prosperous is he to whom a god has given a share of fine things, and a rich life to live out with enviable luck. For no man on earth was born to be fortunate in everything. So it was, they say, that the gate-destroy
Attica (Greece) (search for this): book Ep, poem 5
Ode 5 For Hieron of Syracuse Single-horse victory at Olympia 476 B. C. Fortunate in your fate, commander of the Syracusans, riders of whirling horses: you, if any man on earth today, will rightly understand this honor, sweet gift of the violet-garlanded Muses. Now, calm your righteous mind; rest it from cares, and consider: a hymn, woven with the help of the deep-waisted Graces, is sent from the holy islandCeos, off the coast of Attica; homeland of Bacchylides and his uncle, the poet Simonides.to your glorious city by your guest-friend, the brilliant servant of Ourania with her golden headband. He wants to pour forth his voice from his heart to praise Hieron. High above, slicing the deep air with his swift golden wings, the eagle, messenger of loud-thundering, wide-ruling Zeus, trusts boldly in his powerful strength, and thin-voiced birds crouch in fear. The peaks of the great earth do not restrain him, nor the rough, choppy waves of the unt
Pisa (search for this): book Ep, poem 5
t in battle, answered: “I left behind at home Deianeira,Deianeira did marry Heracles; later she killed him unintentionally by giving him a robe treated with poison, which she thought was a love-charm.with her neck like a fresh olive; golden Cypris, charmer of mortals, is still unknown to her.” White-armed Calliope, stop your well-made chariot right there. Sing of the Olympian ruler of the gods, Zeus son of Cronus, and the untiring stream of the Alpheus, and the strength of Pelops, and Pisa, where glorious Pherenicus won victory in the race with his feet, and returned to Syracuse with its fine towers, bringing to Hieron the leaf of good fortune. For the sake of truth we must give praise, pushing away envy with both hands, if any mortal man does well. A Boeotian man, Hesiod, attendant of the sweet Muses, said this: “He whom the gods honor has a good name among men as well.” I am easily persuaded to send to Hieron my illustrious voice, not from the path .There is anothe
Olympia (Greece) (search for this): book Ep, poem 5
Ode 5 For Hieron of Syracuse Single-horse victory at Olympia 476 B. C. Fortunate in your fate, commander of the Syracusans, riders of whirling horses: you, if any man on earth today, will rightly understand this honor, sweet gift of the violet-garlanded Muses. Now, calm your righteous mind; rest it from cares, and consider: a hymn, woven with the help of the deep-waisted Graces, is sent from the holy islandCeos, off the coast of Attica; homeland of Bacchylides and his uncle, the poet Simonides.to your glorious city by your guest-friend, the brilliant servant of Ourania with her golden headband. He wants to pour forth his voice from his heart to praise Hieron. High above, slicing the deep air with his swift golden wings, the eagle, messenger of loud-thundering, wide-ruling Zeus, trusts boldly in his powerful strength, and thin-voiced birds crouch in fear. The peaks of the great earth do not restrain him, nor the rough, choppy waves of the un
476 BC (search for this): book Ep, poem 5
Ode 5 For Hieron of Syracuse Single-horse victory at Olympia 476 B. C. Fortunate in your fate, commander of the Syracusans, riders of whirling horses: you, if any man on earth today, will rightly understand this honor, sweet gift of the violet-garlanded Muses. Now, calm your righteous mind; rest it from cares, and consider: a hymn, woven with the help of the deep-waisted Graces, is sent from the holy islandCeos, off the coast of Attica; homeland of Bacchylides and his uncle, the poet Simonides.to your glorious city by your guest-friend, the brilliant servant of Ourania with her golden headband. He wants to pour forth his voice from his heart to praise Hieron. High above, slicing the deep air with his swift golden wings, the eagle, messenger of loud-thundering, wide-ruling Zeus, trusts boldly in his powerful strength, and thin-voiced birds crouch in fear. The peaks of the great earth do not restrain him, nor the rough, choppy waves of the un