Mythological Fables

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W.E. Dean, 1837 - Fables - 266 pages

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Page 192 - With many a weary step, and many a groan, Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone; The huge round stone, resulting with a bound, Thunders impetuous down, and smokes along the ground.
Page xi - On the bare earth exposed he lies With not a friend to close his eyes. — With downcast looks the joyless victor sate, Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of Chance below ; And now and then a .sigh he stole, And tears began to flow.
Page 219 - Than Orient shells, that on the shores are seen; Than apples fairer, when the boughs they lade; Pleasing as winter suns or summer shade ; More grateful to the sight than goodly plains; And...
Page 10 - Not long before, but in a luckless hour, Some legates, sent from the Molossian state, Were on a peaceful errand come to treat ; Of these he murders one, he boils the flesh, And lays the mangled morsels in a dish ; Some part he roasts ; then serves it up so drest, And bids me welcome to this human feast.
Page 27 - A crown of pine upon his head he wore, And thus began her pity to implore ; But ere he thus began, she took her flight So swift, she was already out of sight: Nor...
Page 26 - His flying hat was fasten'd on his head ; Wings on his heels were hung, and in his hand He holds the virtue of the snaky wand ; The liquid air his moving pinions wound, And, in the moment, shoot him on the ground. Before he came in sight, the crafty god His wings...
Page 133 - I see the right, and I approve it too ; Condemn the wrong, and yet the wrong pursue.
Page 175 - One goose they had ('twas all they could allow), A wakeful sentry, and on duty now, Whom to the Gods for sacrifice they vow : Her, with malicious zeal, the couple view'd; She ran for life, and limping they...
Page 20 - Mine is the' invention of the charming lyre ; Sweet notes and heavenly numbers I inspire. Sure is my bow, unerring is my dart; But ah ! more deadly his who pierced my heart. Medicine is mine ; what herbs and simples grow In fields and forests, all their powers I know; And am the great physician call'd below. Alas, that fields and forests can afford No remedies to heal their lovesick lord ! To cure the pains of love no plant avails; And his own physic the physician fails.
Page 35 - And all the waste of heaven before 'em lay. They spring together out, and swiftly bear The flying youth through clouds and yielding air ; With wingy speed outstrip the eastern wind, And leave the breezes of the morn behind. The youth was light, nor...

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