Phaeton sees the marvellous forms of huge creatures everywhere in the glowing sky. There is a place where Scorpio bends his pincers in twin arcs, and, with his tail and his curving arms stretched out to both sides, spreads his body and limbs over two star signs. When the boy saw this monster drenched with black and poisonous venom threatening to wound him with its arched sting, robbed of his wits by chilling horror, he dropped the reins.
When the horses feel the reins lying across their backs, after he has thrown them down, they veer off course and run unchecked through unknown regions of the air. The earth bursts into flame, in the highest regions first, opens in deep fissures and all its moisture dries up. The meadows turn white, the trees are consumed with all their leaves, and the scorched corn makes its own destruction.
Great cities are destroyed with all their walls, and the flames reduce whole nations with all their peoples to ashes. It was then, so they believe, that the Ethiopians acquired their dark colour, since the blood was drawn to the surface of their bodies. Then Libya became a desert, the heat drying up her moisture. Then the nymphs with dishevelled hair wept bitterly for their lakes and fountains. The Nile fled in terror to the ends of the earth, and hid its head that remains hidden. Its seven mouths are empty and dust-filled, seven channels without a stream.
If it is right for me to die through the power of fire, let me die by your fire and let the doer of it lessen the pain of the deed! But Phaethon, flames ravaging his glowing hair, is hurled headlong, leaving a long trail in the air. There the Italian nymphs consign his body, still smoking from that triple-forked flame, to the earth. The Heliades Sisters of Phaeton grieved for four months and the gods turned them into poplar trees and their tears into amber. Clymene , mother of Phaeton by Phoebus, finds his bones already buried, beside the riverbank in a foreign country.
Falling to the ground she bathed with tears the name she could read on the cold stone and warmed it against her naked breast. Then Phaethusa, the eldest sister, when she tried to throw herself to the ground, complained that her ankles had stiffened, and when radiant Lampetia tried to come near her she was suddenly rooted to the spot.
A third sister attempting to tear at her hair pulled out leaves. One cried out in pain that her legs were sheathed in wood, another that her arms had become long branches. While they wondered at this, bark closed round their thighs and by degrees over their waists, breasts, shoulders, and hands, and all that was left free were their mouths calling for their mother. What can their mother do but go here and there as the impulse takes her, pressing her lips to theirs where she can? It is no good. She tries to pull the bark from their bodies and break off new branches with her hands, but drops of blood are left behind like wounds.
It is my body in the tree you are tearing. Their tears still flow, and hardened by the sun, fall as amber from the virgin branches, to be taken by the bright river and sent onwards to adorn Roman brides. The sisters had been turned into poplar trees. Cygnus King of Liguria, was the son of Sthenelus and a good friend or lover of Phaethon; After Phaethon died, he sat by the river Eridanos mourning his death.
The gods turned him into a swan to relieve him of his pity. Cygnus , the son of Sthenelus witnessed this marvel, who though he was kin to you Phaethon, through his mother, was closer still in love. As he did so his voice vanished and white feathers hid his hair, his long neck stretched out from his body, his reddened fingers became webbed, wings covered his sides, and a rounded beak his mouth. So Cycnus became a new kind of bird, the swan. But he had no faith in Jupiter and the heavens, remembering the lightning bolt the god in his severity had hurled.
He looked for standing water, and open lakes hating fire, choosing to live in floods rather than flames. Jove and Calisto Daughter of Lycaon, king of Arcadia, took a vow to goddess Diana to remain a virgin. But Zeus, to escape detection by his wife Hera, disguised himself as Artemis Diana herself, to lure her into his embrace. Afterwards, when she went bathing in a stream, she was discovered with child by the real Diana who, enraged, changed her into a bear. Later, after she had Jove's child, the enraged Hera had Diana slay her with her silver bow.
Now the all-powerful father of the gods circuits the vast walls of heaven and examines them to check if anything has been loosened by the violent fires. When he sees they are as solid and robust as ever he inspects the earth and the works of humankind. Arcadia above all is his greatest care. He restores her fountains and streams, that are still hardly daring to flow, gives grass to the bare earth, leaves to the trees, and makes the scorched forests grow green again. Often, as he came and went, he would stop short at the sight of a girl from Nonacris, feeling the fire take in the very marrow of his bones.
Callisto entered a grove that had been untouched through the years and lay down on the grass. Jupiter saw her and took on the face and dress of Diana. I say it even though he himself hears it. He embraced and prevented her and not without committing a crime. Victorious, Jupiter made for the furthest reaches of the sky: Diana, with her band of huntresses, magnificent from the kill, spies her there, and seeing her calls out.
She loved the place and tested the water with her foot. Terrified she tried to conceal her swollen belly. The girl had given birth to a boy, Arcas, and that in itself enraged Juno. Now, insolent girl, I will take that shape away from you, that pleased you and my husband so much! Callisto stretched out her arms for mercy: An angry, threatening growl, harsh and terrifying, came from her throat. Still her former feelings remained intact though she was now a bear. And now Arcas, grandson of Lycaon, had reached his fifteenth year ignorant of his parentage. While he was hunting wild animals, while he was finding suitable glades and penning up the Erymanthian groves with woven nets, he came across his mother, who stood still at sight of Arcas and appeared to know him.
He shrank back from those unmoving eyes gazing at him so fixedly, uncertain what made him afraid, and when she quickly came nearer he was about to pierce her chest with his lethal spear. All-powerful Jupiter restrained him and in the same moment removed them and the possibility of that wrong, and together, caught up through the void on the winds, he set them in the heavens and made them similar constellations, the Great and Little Bear.
The Raven The wings of Corvus, croaking Raven, were suddenly changed to black, though they were white before. He was once a bird with silver-white plumage, equal to the spotless doves, not inferior to the geese, those saviours of the Capitol with their watchful cries, or the swan, the lover of rivers. His speech condemned him. He betrayed Coronis, telling Phoebus he saw her lying beside a Thessalian youth. Ericthonius The crow , as a warning to the raven not to meddle, told this story: Once upon a time Pallas hid a child, Erichthonius, born without a human mother, in a box made of Actaean osiers.
She gave this to the three virgin daughters of two-natured Cecrops, who was part human part serpent, and ordered them not to pry into its secret. Hidden in the light leaves that grew thickly over an elm-tree I set out to watch what they might do. Two of the girls, Pandrosus and Herse, obeyed without cheating, but the third Aglauros called her sisters cowards and undid the knots with her hand, and inside they found a baby boy with a snake stretched out next to him.
That act I betrayed to the goddess. My punishment should be a warning to all birds not to take risks by speaking out. Nyctimene A woman from Lesbos. Seduced by her father. Taking pity on her Minerva transformed her into the nocturnal owl which, in time, became a widespread symbol of the goddess.
The crow tells the raven: I became an innocent servant of Minerva. But what use was that to me if Nyctimene, who was turned into an Owl for her dreadful sins, has usurped my place of honour? Though she is now a bird she is conscious of guilt at her crime and flees from human sight and the light, and hides her shame in darkness, and is driven from the whole sky by all the birds. A white crow which Apollo had left to guard her informed him of the affair and Apollo, enraged, scorched its feathers, which is why all crows are black.
Apollo sent his sister, Artemis, to kill Coronis, but after Coronis' body was already aflame on a funeral pyre, Apollo snatched the unborn child out of her womb and gave it to the centaur Chiron to raise. Coronis of Larissa was the loveliest girl in all Thessaly. Certainly she pleased Apollo, god of Delphi.
He seized his usual weapons, strung his bow bending it by the tips, and, with his unerring arrow, pierced the breast that had so often been close to his own. A deathly cold stole over her body, emptied of being. Aesculapius Son of Apollo and Coronis. After Coronis' body was already aflame on a funeral pyre, Apollo snatched the unborn child out of her womb and gave it to the centaur Chiron to raise. Too late the lover repents of his cruel act, and hates himself for listening to the tale that has so angered him. He hates the bird that has compelled him to know of the fault that brought him pain.
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He hates the bow, his hand, and the hastily fired arrow as well as that hand. He cradles the fallen girl and attempts to overcome fate with his healing powers. It is too late, and he tries his arts in vain. Even though she cannot know of it, the god pours fragrant incense over her breast, and embraces her body, and unjustly, performs the just rites.
But he stopped the Raven, who had hoped for a reward for telling the truth, from living among the white birds. Chiron was immortal, but after being hit by one of Hercules' arrows by accident he was poisoned by the Lernaean Hydra's blood. He then asked for death and was given it. When he died he was metamorphosed into the constellation known as Centaurus. Ocyrhoe was transformed into a horse because she told her father Chiron his exact fate. The semi -human was pleased with this foster-child of divine origin, glad at the honour it brought him, when his daughter suddenly appeared, her shoulders covered with her long red hair, whom the nymph Chariclo called Ocyrhoe, having given birth to her on the banks of that swift stream.
Human beings will often be in your debt, and you will have the right to restore the dead. From a god you will turn to a bloodless corpse, and then to a god who was a corpse, and so twice renew your fate. You also, dear father, now immortal, and created by the law of your birth to live on through all the ages, will long for death, when you are tormented by the terrible venom of the Serpent, Hydra, absorbed through your wounded limbs. But at last the gods will give you the power to die, and the Three Goddesses will sever the thread.
My throat is constricted. Better not to know the future! Now I see my human shape being taken away, now grass contents me for food, now my impulse is to race over the wide fields. I am changing to a mare, the form of my kindred. But why am I completely so? Surely my father is still half human. In a little while she gave out clear whinnying noises, and her arms moved in the grass. Then her fingers came together and one thin solid hoof of horn joined her five fingernails. Her head and the length of her neck extended, the greater part of her long gown became a tail, and the loose hair thrown over her neck hung down as a mane on her right shoulder.
Now she was altered in both voice and features, and from this marvelous happening she gained a new name. Battus Old man turned to stone by Mercury after he tried to double-cross him. The dem i-god, son of Philyra, wept, and called to Apollo for help in vain, O lord of Delphi. You lived in Elis and the Messenian lands.
And while your thoughts were of love, while you played sweetly on your pipe, your cattle, unguarded, strayed, it is said, into the Pylian fields. There, Mercury, son of Maia, saw them and by his arts drove them into the woods and hid them there. Nobody saw the theft except one old man, well known in that country, whom they called Battus. He served as guardian of a herd of pedigree mares, for a rich man Neleus, in the rich meadows and woodland pastures.
Aglauros Mercury loved Herse but her jealous sister, Aglaurus, stood between them, barring Mercury's entry into the house and refusing to move. Minerva Athena got Envy to poison Aglauros with incessant visions of Herse's happiness with Hermes until she finally turned to stone. On the day of the festival of Pallas, when, by tradition, innocent girls carried the sacred mysteries to her temple, in flower-wreathed baskets, on their heads, Mercury spies and is insantly smitten with Herse. Approaching her house he is questioned by her sister, Aglauros.
My father is Jupiter himself. Herse is the reason I am here. I beg you to help a lover. Meanwhile she compelled him to leave the house. Tritonia spoke briefly to her. That is the task. Aglauros is the one. Then she breathed poisonous, destructive breath into her and spread black venom through her bones and the inside of her lungs. Often she longed to die so that she need not look on, often to tell her stern father of it as a crime. At this the girl tried to rise, but found her limbs, bent from sitting, unable to move from dull heaviness. When she tried to lift her body, her knees were rigid, cold sank through her to her fingernails, and her arteries grew pale with loss of blood.
As an untreatable cancer slowly spreads more widely bringing disease to still undamaged parts so a lethal chill gradually filled her breast sealing the vital paths and airways. She no longer tried to speak, and if she had tried, her voice had no means of exit. Already stone had gripped her neck, her features hardened, and she sat there, a bloodless statue. Nor was she white stone: Europa Zeus, enamored of Europa, transformed himself into a tame white bull and mixed in with her father's herds.
While Europa and her helpers were gathering flowers, she saw the bull, caressed his flanks, and eventually got onto his back. Zeus took that opportunity and ran to the sea and swam, with her on his back, to the island of Crete.
There drive the herd of royal cattle, that you will see some distance off, grazing the mountain grass, towards the sea shore! Setting aside his royal sceptre, Jupiter took on the shape of a bull, lowed among the other cattle, and, beautiful to look at, wandered in the tender grass. In colour he was white as the snow that rough feet have not trampled and the rain-filled south wind has not melted.
The muscles rounded out his neck, the dewlaps hung down in front, the horns were twisted, but one might argue they were made by hand, purer and brighter than pearl. His forehead was not fearful, his eyes were not formidable, and his expression was peaceful. But though he seemed so gentle she was afraid at first to touch him.
Soon she drew close and held flowers out to his glistening mouth. The lover was joyful and while he waited for his hoped-for pleasure he kissed her hands. He could scarcely separate then from now. At one moment he frolicks and runs riot in the grass, at another he lies down, white as snow on the yellow sands. When her fear has gradually lessened he offers his chest now for virgin hands to pat and now his horns to twine with fresh wreaths of flowers.
Then he goes further out and carries his prize over the mid-surface of the sea. She is terrified and looks back at the abandoned shore she has been stolen from and her right hand grips a horn, the other his back, her clothes fluttering, winding, behind her in the breeze. A special cow given to Cadmus guided him to Boeotia, where he founded the city of Thebes. Cadmus slew a spring's guardian dragon and, on the instructions of Athena, he sowed the dragon's teeth in the ground, from which there sprang a race of fierce armed men who fell upon one another until only five survived.
They became the founders of the noblest families of that city. Phoebus sends Cadmus, brother of Europa, a heifer to guide him to a new land. Intending to offer a sacrifice to Jupiter, he ordered his attendants to go in search of water from a running stream for a libation. There was an ancient wood there, free from desecration, and, in the centre of it, a chasm thick with bushes and willow branches, framed in effect by stones making a low arch, and rich with copious springs.
There was a snake sacred to Mars concealed in this cave, with a prominent golden crest. Fire flickered in its eyes, its whole body was swollen with venom, its three-forked tongue flickered, and its teeth were set in a triple row. Without pause he takes the Phoenicians, whether they prepare to fight, run, or are held by fear itself. Some he slays with his bite, some he kills in his deep embraces, others with the corrupting putrefaction of his venomous breath.
Cadmus enters the wood and sees the dead bodies, and over them the victorious enemy, with its vast body, licking at their sad wounds with a bloody tongue, he vows vengeance. Cadmus' spear is fixed in a curve of its pliant back, and sinks its whole iron blade into its entrails. The creature maddened with pain twists its head over its back, sees the wound, and bites at the shaft lodged there. Even when the snake had loosened its hold all round by its powerful efforts, it could scarcely rip it from its flesh and the iron stayed fixed in its spine.
Then indeed new purpose was added to its usual wrath: The earth resounds to its scaly scraping and a black breath like that from the mouth of the Styx fouls the corrupted air. At one instant it coils in vast spiraling circles, at another rears up straighter than a high tree. Again it rushes on like a rain-filled river and knocks down all the trees obstructing it in front.
The snake is maddened and bites uselessly at the hard iron and only drives the sharp point between its teeth. The conqueror stares at the vast bulk of his conquered enemy. He obeys, and opening the furrows with a slice of his plough, sows the teeth in the ground, as human seed. Then, almost beyond belief, the cultivated earth begins to move, and first spear points appear among the furrows, next helmets nodding their painted crests, then chests and shoulders spring up, and arms weighed down with spears, and the field is thick with the round shields of warriors.
Just as at festivals in the theatre, when the curtain is lifted at the end, designs rise in the air, first revealing faces and then gradually the rest, until, raised gently and steadily, they are seen whole, and at last their feet rest on the lower border. Alarmed by this new enemy Cadmus was about to take up his weapons: But the one who killed him lived no longer than he did and breathed out the air he had just breathed in.
This example stirred them all equally, as if at a storm-wind, and, in their warring, these brothers of a moment were felled by mutual wounds. Five were still standing, one of whom was Echion. He, at a warning from Pallas, threw his weapons on the ground and sought assurances of peace from his brothers, and gave them in return. Now Thebes stands, and now you might be seen as happy, in your exile, Cadmus. Actaeon Grandson of Cadmus. He accidentally saw Diana naked who changed him into a stag as a punishment whereupon he was set upon and ripped to pieces by his own hunting dogs.
Actaeon , one of your grandsons, was your first reason for grief, in all your happiness, Cadmus. Strange horns appeared on his forehead, and his hunting dogs sated themselves on the blood of their master. But if you look carefully, you will find that it was the fault of chance and not wickedness: There was a valley there called Gargaphie, dense with pine trees and sharp cypresses, sacred to Diana of the high-girded tunic, where, in the depths, there is a wooded cave, not fashioned by art.
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But ingenious nature had imitated art. She had made a natural arch out of native pumice and porous tufa. On the right, a spring of bright clear water murmured into a widening pool, enclosed by grassy banks. Here the woodland goddess, weary from the chase, would bathe her virgin limbs in the crystal liquid. Having reached the place, she gives her spear, quiver and unstrung bow to one of the nymphs, her weapon-bearer. Another takes her robe over her arm, while two unfasten the sandals on her feet. Then, more skilful than the rest, Theban Crocale gathers the hair strewn around her neck into a knot, while her own is still loose.
Nephele, Hyale, Rhanis, Psecas and Phiale draw water, and pour it over their mistress out of the deep jars. While Titania is bathing there, in her accustomed place, Actaeon, after an arduous day of hunting, enters the sacred grove. And then she added fear. While he hesitates his dogs catch sight of him. The pack of them, greedy for the prey follow over cliffs and crags, and inaccessible rocks, where the way is hard or there is no way at all. He runs, over the places where he has often chased, flying, alas, from his own hounds.
Know your own master! They had set out late but outflanked the route by a shortcut over the mountains. While they hold their master the whole pack gathers and they sink their teeth in his body till there is no place left to wound him. He groans and makes a noise, not human, but still not one a deer could make, and fills familiar heights with mournful cries.
And on his knees, like a suppliant begging, he turns his wordless head from side to side, as if he were stretching arms out towards them. Now his friends, unknowingly, urge the ravening crowd of dogs on with their usual cries, looking out for Actaeon, and shouting, in emulation, for absent Actaeon he turning his head at the sound of his name complaining he is not there, and through his slowness is missing the spectacle offered by their prey.
They surround him on every side, sinking their jaws into his flesh, tearing their master to pieces in the deceptive shape of the deer. Semele Daughter of Cadmus and mother of Bacchus Dionysus.
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Zeus' wife, Hera discovered his affair with Semele when she later became pregnant. Semele asked Zeus to reveal himself in all his glory. Zeus tried to spare her by showing her the smallest of his bolts, but she perished, consumed in lightning-ignited flame. Juno was grieved by the fact that Semele was pregnant, with the seed of mighty Jove.
Yet I think she is content with her secret, and the injury to my marriage will be brief. But she has conceived - and that damages me - and makes her crime visible in her swollen belly. Many men have entered the bedrooms of chaste women in the name of the gods. Beg him to assume all his powers before he embraces you, and be just as glorious as when Juno welcomes him on high.
With such words Juno gulled the unsuspecting daughter of Cadmus. Semele asked Jupiter for an unspecified gift. He groans, since she cannot un-wish it or he un-swear it. So, most sorrowfully, he climbs the heights of heaven, and, with a look, gathered the trailing clouds, then added their vapours to lightning mixed with storm-winds, and thunder and fateful lightning bolts.
Still, he tries to reduce his power in whatever way he can, and does not arm himself with that lightning with which he deposed hundred-handed Typhoeus: The gods call these his secondary weapons. Tiresias Blind prophet for Apollo in Thebes, famous for clairvoyance, warns the mother of Narcissus that the boy will thrive as long as he never knows himself. They agreed to ask learned Tiresias for his opinion. He had known Venus in both ways. Once, with a blow of his stick, he had disturbed two large snakes mating in the green forest, and, marvellous to tell, he was changed from a man to a woman, and lived as such for seven years.
Saturnia, it is said, was more deeply upset than was justified and than the dispute warranted, and damned the one who had made the judgement to eternal night. But, since no god has the right to void what another god has done, the all-powerful father of the gods gave Tiresias knowledge of the future, in exchange for his lost sight, and lightened the punishment with honour. Narcissus Son of Liriope. He fell in love with his own reflection and wasted away until death. When he died he was changed into the plant of the same name.
Dusky Liriope , the Naiad, whom once the river-god Cephisus clasped in his winding streams, and took by force under the waves, gave birth at full term to a child whom, even then, one could fall in love with, called Narcissus. But in the end it proved true: One year the son of Cephisus had reached sixteen and might seem both boy and youth.
Many youths, and many young girls desired him. But there was such intense pride in that delicate form that none of the youths or young girls affected him. As Narcissus had scorned her, so he had scorned the other nymphs of the rivers and mountains, so he had scorned the companies of young men. There was an unclouded fountain, with silver-bright water, which neither shepherds nor goats grazing the hills, nor other flocks, touched, that no animal or bird disturbed not even a branch falling from a tree.
Grass was around it, fed by the moisture nearby, and a grove of trees that prevented the sun from warming the place. Here, the boy, tired by the heat and his enthusiasm for the chase, lies down, drawn to it by its look and by the fountain. While he desires to quench his thirst, a different thirst is created. While he drinks he is seized by the vision of his reflected form. He loves a bodiless dream. He thinks that a body, that is only a shadow.
He is astonished by himself, and hangs there motionless, with a fixed expression, like a statue carved from Parian marble Unknowingly he desires himself, and the one who praises is himself praised, and, while he courts, is courted, so that, equally, he inflames and burns. How often he gave his lips in vain to the deceptive pool, how often, trying to embrace the neck he could see, he plunged his arms into the water, but could not catch himself within them!
What he has seen he does not understand, but what he sees he is on fire for, and the same error both seduces and deceives his eyes. Stretched on the shadowed grass he gazes at that false image with unsated eyes, and loses himself in his own vision. He spoke, and returned madly to the same reflection, and his tears stirred the water, and the image became obscured in the rippling pool. Stay, cruel one, do not abandon one who loves you! I am allowed to gaze at what I cannot touch, and so provide food for my miserable passion!
He no longer retains his colour, the white mingled with red, no longer has life and strength, and that form so pleasing to look at, nor has he that body which Echo loved. His sisters the Naiads lamented, and let down their hair for their brother, and the Dryads lamented. Echo returned their laments. And now they were preparing the funeral pyre, the quivering torches and the bier, but there was no body.
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They came upon a flower, instead of his body, with white petals surrounding a yellow heart. Echo Nymph who could only repeat others, not talk for herself. She fell in love with Narcissus, but was rejected as everyone else. In her heartache she faded away until nothing was left, but her voice. One day the nymph Echo saw Narcissus, she of the echoing voice, who cannot be silent when others have spoken, nor learn how to speak first herself. Echo still had a body then and was not merely a voice. But though she was garrulous, she had no other trick of speech than she has now: Juno made her like that, because often when she might have caught the nymphs lying beneath her Jupiter, on the mountain slopes, Echo knowingly held her in long conversations, while the nymphs fled.
Echo only repeats the last of what is spoken and returns the words she hears. Now when she saw Narcissus wandering through the remote fields, she was inflamed, following him secretly, and the more she followed the closer she burned with fire. O how often she wants to get close to him with seductive words, and call him with soft entreaties! Her nature denies it, and will not let her begin, but she is ready for what it will allow her to do, to wait for sounds, to which she can return words.
Scorned, she wanders in the woods and hides her face in shame among the leaves, and from that time on lives in lonely caves. But still her love endures, increased by the sadness of rejection. Only her bones and the sound of her voice are left. Her voice remains, her bones, they say, were changed to shapes of stone. She hides in the woods, no longer to be seen on the hills, but to be heard by everyone.
It is sound that lives in her. They planned to violate the pretty boy and then sell him into slavery, despite the warnings of their helmsman who recognised him for a god. In anger Dionysos filled their ship with spreading vines and phantom beasts, and when the pirates leapt into the sea transformed them into dolphins.
Pentheus , having rejected the worship of Bacchus, orders his attendants to capture him. They return with a Tyrrhenian ship's captain named Acoetes. After landing and setting up camp for the night, on the following day one of his men returns leading a boy, with the beauty of a virgin girl, along the shore, a prize, or so he thought, that he had found in a deserted field. The boy seemed to stumble, heavy with wine and sleep, and could scarcely follow. I examined his clothing, appearance and rank, and I saw nothing that made me think him mortal.
His men attacked him and sailed off with the young boy as prisoner. Then, at last, Bacchus for it was indeed Bacchus was freed from sleep, as if by the clamour, and the sense returned to his drunken mind. Where do you intend to take me?
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That is my home: But the men, having taken control of the ship from Acoetes, sailed in the other direction. What have I done to merit punishment? The ship stands still in the waves, just as if it were held in dry dock. Amazed, the crew keep flogging away at the oars, and unfurling the sails, try to run on with double power. But ivy impedes the oars, creeping upwards, with binding tendrils, and drapes the sails with heavy clusters.
The god himself waves a rod twined with vine leaves, his forehead wreathed with bunches of grapes. Around him lie insubstantial phantom lynxes, tigers, and the savage bodies of spotted panthers. The men leap overboard, driven to it either by madness or by fear. And Medon is the first to darken all over his body, and his spine to be bent into an arched curve. But Libys hampered when he wishes to turn the oars sees his hands shrink suddenly in size, and now they are not hands, but can only be called fins. Another, eager to grasp at the tangled ropes, no longer has arms, and goes arching backwards limbless into the sea.
His newest feature is a scythe-shaped tail, like the curved horns of a fragmentary moon. The dolphins leap everywhere drenched with spray. They emerge once more, only to return again to the depths, playing together as if they were in a troupe, throwing their bodies around wantonly, and blowing out the seawater drawn in through their broad nostrils. Of a group of twenty that was how many the ship carried I alone was left. And consigned to that island, I have adopted its religion, and celebrate the Bacchic rites. Pentheus King of Thebes.
His mother was Agave, the daughter of Cadmus. As Thebes succumbs to the "dementia and the delirium of the new god", Pentheus demands the arrest of Bacchus. Tiresias warns him to welcome Bacchus or else "Your blood [will be] poured out over your mother and her sisters Driven to a frenzy the participants thought Pentheus was a boar and attacked him.
His mother was the first one to spear him and then the group tore his flesh apart with their bare hands. But while the instruments of cruelty, the irons and the fire, were being prepared to kill him as had been ordered, the doors flew open by themselves, the chains loosening without any effort, so tradition holds. The son of Echion persisted in his purpose, not ordering others to go, but now going himself, to where Mount Cithaeron, chosen for performing the rites, was sounding with the chants and shrill cries of the Bacchantes.
Near the middle of the mountainside, was a clearing surrounded with remote woods, free of trees, and visible from all sides. Here as he watched the mysteries, with profane eyes, his mother was the first to see Pentheus, the first roused to run at him madly, the first to wound him, hurling her thyrsus. That huge boar, who is straying in our fields, that boar is my sacrifice. Ino , in frenzy, rips off the other.
Warned by such an example, the Theban women throng to the new religion, burn incense, and worship at the sacred altars. Son of Jupiter and Semele. He is viewed as the promoter of peace, a lawgiver, and a lover of peace. Roman equivalent of the Greek Dionysus. The priest ordered the observation of the festival, asking for all female servants to be released from work, they and their mistresses to drape animal skins across their breasts, free their headbands, wreathe their hair, and carry an ivy-twined thyrsus in their hand. Pyramus and Thisbe Lovers from Babylone forbidden by their parents to wed.
When they decide to meet a lioness scares off Thisbe and mutilates the veil she left behind. Pyramus finds the veil and believing Thisbe is dead he kills himself. This little known region in the Peloponnese is your launch pad for golden beaches, spas, trekking and fun-packed holidays A long coastline embracing the western side of Ilia with the wonderful waters of the Ionian can turn your summers into a dream; always leaving you wanting just that little bit more of those golden rays and limpid seas. The unique natural landscapes boast a variety that never lets up; scenes change from one moment to the next as if nature were performing a medley of all her greatest hits.
Start with a visit to the original home of the Olympic Games. The energy of those first athletic events still lingers in Ancient Olympia. There are many secrets to uncover and many wonderful holiday experiences to be savoured here on the tip of the Peloponnese. Kaiafas lake in Ilia Kaiafas lake in Ilia. The oak forest of Foloi: Heavenly shade The oak forest of Foloi: Sandy golden beach in Ilia Sandy golden beach in Ilia.
Crystal clear waters Crystal clear waters. Beach in Zaharo Beach in Zaharo. Caretta caretta sea turtles Caretta caretta sea turtles. Neda river in Ilia Neda river in Ilia. Unforgettable summer holidays in Ilia Unforgettable summer holidays in Ilia. The Gorge of Arini with a length of 4 km is situated near the built-up area Spilia, 2 km away from Arini Golden sand, shallow sea and SUN - what more could anyone ask for? The beach at Olympia Riviera Resort, Rated to be safe.
Twilight Princess from Ilia's point of view. What happens at a vampire's house during the holiday? With Emmett, Alice and the rest of the Cullen clan included, things r sure to get a bit out of control Contains mayhem and hilarity. It would be appropriate for the Hero that caused this occasion to attend.
When Link tells Midna about the fountain in Hyrule Castle Town, they both learn a little bit about each other. Vampires in Vegas by vjgm reviews Alice and Rosalie decide to take Bella to Vegas for a bachelorette party against her will. The boys feeling leftout, decide to get themselves into a little trouble too. Seven Seeds reviews The story of how a young goddess became the Queen of the Dead. The tale of Persephone's capture and life in Hades through her eyes. T to be safe. Greek Mythology - Rated: T - English - Romance - Chapters: K - English - Romance - Chapters: Fun in the Sun reviews The Cullens head off for summer vacation, but what will happen when everyone is left out in the sun for days?
Sunburns, sandcastles, surfing, and a robot massacre? Beach and summer shenanigans ensue! Rated to be safe Twilight - Rated: Every 28 Days reviews Bella's suffering from. What will Edward do? And the rest of the Cullen family? Read and find out! Rated T to be safe!
Insanity ensues as Alice tries to make the Cullen family and Bella live out the sterotypical American Halloween. With candy, toilet paper and lots of eggs. This story is all nonsense. Who will survive this war? Who will emerge victorious? Certainly none of these characters. Rated T for mischief and bad ideas. Through the Waves reviews A cute little ocean-side romance. But will their little dream of an evening alone every come to pass or will fate intervene? What will become of the two demigods? Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rated: Within the Fire A hot, tropical themed romance between two campers.
But will ancient myths pull them apart? Can the two sides come together against the odds and centuries old grudges or will it all fall apart in the end? Into the Sun reviews Will their relationship blossom in the bright sun and sandy beaches or will her fears tip the scales and seperate them forever? Read and find out. Will they find happiness under the twinkling stars and bright fireworks or will fear drive them apart?