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P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 258 (search)
o more, but turned to prayers and offerings, asking grace, scarce knowing if those creatures were divine, or but vast birds, ill-omened and unclean. Father Anchises to the gods in heaven uplifted suppliant hands, and on that shore due ritual made, crying aloud; “Ye gods avert this curse, this evil turn away! Smile, Heaven, upon your faithful votaries.” Then bade he launch away, the chain undo, set every cable free and spread all sail. O'er the white waves we flew, and took our way where'er the helmsman or the winds could guide. Now forest-clad Zacynthus met our gaze, engirdled by the waves; Dulichium, same, and Neritos, a rocky steep, uprose. We passed the cliffs of Ithaca that called Laertes king, and flung our curse on fierce Ulysses' hearth and native land. nigh hoar Leucate's clouded crest we drew, where Phoebus' temple, feared by mariners, loomed o'er us; thitherward we steered and reached the little port and town. Our weary fleet dropped anchor, and lay beached along the stra
P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams), Book 3, line 613 (search)
“My home was Ithaca, and I partook the fortunes of Ulysses evil-starred. My name is Achemenides, my sire was Adamastus, and I sailed for Troy, being so poor,—O, that I ne'er had change the lot I bore! In yon vast Cyclops' cave my comrades, flying from its gruesome door, left me behind, forgotten. 'T is a house of gory feasts of flesh, 't is deep and dark, and vaulted high. He looms as high as heaven; I pray the blessed gods to rid the earth of the vile monster! None can look on him, none speak wed them on the stones, fouling the floor with torrent of their blood; myself I saw him crunch with his teeth the dripping, bloody limbs still hot and pulsing on his hungry jaw. But not without reward! For such a sight Ulysses would not brook, and Ithaca forgot not in such strait the name he bore. For soon as, gorged with feasting and o'ercome with drunken slumber, the foul giant lay sprawled through the cave, his head dropped helpless down, disgorging as he slept thick drool of gore and gobbets
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), The Works of Horace (ed. C. Smart, Theodore Alois Buckley), book 2, In a humorous dialogue between Ulysses and Tiresias, he exposes those arts which the fortune hunters make use of, in order to be appointed the heirs of rich old men. (search)
In a humorous dialogue between Ulysses and Tiresias, he exposes those arts which the fortune hunters make use of, in order to be appointed the heirs of rich old men. BESIDE what you have told me, O Tiresias, answer to this petition of mine: by what arts and expedients may I be able to repair my ruined fortunes-why do you laugh? Does it already seem little to you, who are practiced in deceit, to be brought back to Ithaca, and to behold [again] your family household gods? 0 you who never speak falsely to any one, you see how naked and destitute I return home, according to your prophecy: nor is either my cellar, or my cattle there, unembezzled by the suitors [of Penelope]. But birth and virtue, unless [attended] with substance, is viler than seaweed. Since (circumlocutions apart) you are in dread of poverty, hear by what means you may grow wealthy. If a thrush, or any [nice] thing for your own private [eating], shall be given you;
Sextus Propertius, Elegies (ed. Vincent Katz), Book 1, Addressed to Cynthia (search)
s, blasted by a thunderbolt from Jupiter for an impious boast. I knew your contempt would get to be a drag, Cynthia, but I never expected you to be unfaithful. Look at me, how fate snatches me from danger's mouth! Yet you come lazily to me in my terror. You fix yesterday's set with your hands, examine your face in slow deliberation. You decorate your breasts with oriental jewels, as any beauty does, preparing to see a new man. But this wasn't how Calypso acted. Moved by the departure for Ithaca, she wept to the deserted seas. For many days she sat, a wreck, her hair a mess, speaking constantly to the “unjust sea.” And though she was never to see him again, still she mourned, remembering their long happiness. And Hypsipyle stood in her empty bedroom, destroyed, when the winds snatched Jason away: Hypsipyle had no lovers after him, she wasted away over her Thessalian guest. Alphesiboea killed her brothers for her husband; her love broke the bonds of blood and respect. Evadne plunged
P. Ovidius Naso, Art of Love, Remedy of Love, Art of Beauty, Court of Love, History of Love, Amours (ed. various), Elegy XVIII: To Macer, blaming him for not writing of love as he did. (search)
my own. Once I confess I did the drama try, And ventur'd with success on tragedy; My genius with a moving scene agrees, And if I ventured further I might please: But love my heroics makes a jest, And laughs to see me in my buskins drest. Asham'd, and weary of this tragic whim, For tender thoughts I quitted the sublime. My mind my mistress bends another way, Her must my muse in all her songs obey; Though oft I do not what I write approve, Like, or not like it, I must sing of love. Whether for Ithaca's illustrious dame, To great Ulysses I a letter frame, Or for Oenone tender things indite, Or soft complaints for injur'd Phillis write; Whether fair Canace's incestuous care I sooth, or flatter Dido's fierce despair; Whether I fan Medea's raging fire, Or for sweet Sappho touch the Lesbian lyre; Whether I Phaedra's lawless love relate, Or Theseus' flight and Ariadne's fate: Oh, that Sabinus, my departed friend, Could from all quarters now his answers send! Ulysses' hand should to his queen b
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 13, line 705 (search)
Then calling to remembrance that the Trojans issued were Of Tewcers blood, they sayld to Crete. But long they could not there Abyde th'infection of the aire: and so they did forsake The hundred Cities, and with speede to Itayleward did make. The winter wexed hard and rough, and tost them verry sore. And when theyr shippes arrived were uppon the perlous shore Among the Strophad Iles, the bird Aello did them feare. The costes of Dulich, Ithaca, and Same they passed were, And eeke the Court of Neritus where wyse Ulysses reignd, And came to Ambrace for the which the Gods strong stryfe maynteind. There sawe they turned into stone the judge whoose image yit At Actium in Appollos Church in signe therof dooth sit. They vewed also Dodon grove where Okes spake: and the coast Of Chaon where the sonnes of king Molossus scapt a most Ungracious fyre by taking wings. From thence they coasted by The countrye of the Pheaks fraught with frute abundantly. Then tooke they land in Epyre, and to
M. Annaeus Lucanus, Pharsalia (ed. Sir Edward Ridley), book 6, line 263 (search)
he lake set free Flowed forth in many rivers: to the west AEas,AEas was a river flowing from the boundary of Thessaly through Epirus to the Ionian Sea. The sire of Isis, or Io, was Inachus; but the river of that name is usually placed in the Argive territory. a gentle stream; nor stronger flows The sire of Isis ravished from his arms; And Achelous, rival for the hand Of OEneus' daughter, rolls his earthy flood A river rising in Mount Pindus and flowing into the Ionian Sea nearly opposite to Ithaca. At its mouth the sea has been largely silted up. To silt the shore beside the neighbouring isles. Evenus The god of this river fought with Hercules for the hand of Deianira. After Hercules had been married to Deianira, and when they were on a journey, they came to the River Evenus. Here Nessus, a Centaur, acted as ferryman, and Hercules bade him carry Deianira across. In doing so he insulted her, and Hercules shot him with an arrow. purpled by the Centaur's blood Wanders through Calydon:
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