GODS, THE.
Who hearkens to the gods, the gods give ear.
The Iliad, Bk. I. HOMER. Trans. of BRYANT.
Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
The Iliad, Bk. I. HOMER. Trans. of POPE.
High in the home of the summers, the seats of the happy immortals,
Shrouded in knee-deep blaze, unapproachable; there ever youthful
Hebè, Harmoniè, and the daughter of Jove, Aphroditè
Whirled in the white-linked dance, with the gold-crowned Hours and
Graces.
Andromeda. CH. KINGSLEY.
Or else flushed Ganymede, his rosy thigh
Half buried in the eagle's down.
Sole as a flying star, shot thro' the sky,
Above the pillared town.
Palace of Art. A. TENNYSON.
As sweet and musical
As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;
And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods
Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony.
Love's Labor's Lost, Act iv. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
Who knows not Circè,
The daughter of the Sun, whose charmèd cup
Whoever tasted lost his upright shape,
And downward fell into a grovelling swine?
Comus. MILTON.
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
Midsummer Night's Dream, Act iii. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
This senior-junior, giant-dwarf, Dan Cupid:
Regent of love-rhymes, lord of folded arms,
The anointed sovereign of sighs and groans.
Love's Labor's Lost, Act iii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
No wonder Cupid is a murderous boy:
A fiery archer making pain his joy.
His dam, while fond of Mars, is Vulcan's wife,
And thus 'twixt fire and sword divides her life.
Greek Anthology. MELEAGER.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
King Lear, Act v. Sc. 3. SHAKESPEARE.
Wilt thou draw near the nature of the gods?
Draw near them then in being merciful;
Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.
Titus Andronicus, Act i. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.