A Catechism of Mythology: Containing a Compendious History of the Heathen Gods and Heroes, Indispensable to a Correct Knowledge of the Ancient Poets and the Classics: with 75 Engravings. To which is Added, The Mythology of Northern Europe, Translated from the French ...

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W.R. Lucas, 1832 - 305 pages
 

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Page 228 - First, Moloch, horrid King, besmeared with blood Of human sacrifice, and parents' tears; Though, for the noise of drums and timbrels loud, Their children's cries unheard that passed through fire To his grim idol.
Page 141 - Hastes to the nether world his destin'd way. Deep was the cave; and, downward as it went From the wide mouth, a rocky rough descent; And here th...
Page 96 - Sheer o'er the crystal battlements : from morn To noon he fell, from noon to dewy eve, A summer's day ; and with the setting sun Dropt from the zenith like a falling star...
Page 157 - 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 121 - Said then the omnific Word, your discord end. Nor stay'd ; but, on the wings of cherubim Uplifted, in paternal glory rode Far into Chaos and the world unborn ; For Chaos heard his voice. Him all his train Follow'd in bright procession to behold Creation, and the wonders of his might.
Page 279 - Hela's drear abode. Him the Dog of Darkness spied, His shaggy throat he open'd wide, While from his jaws, with carnage fill'd, Foam and human gore...
Page 25 - High as the Mother of the Gods in place, And proud, like her, of an immortal race. Then, when in pomp she makes the Phrygian round, With golden turrets on her temples crown'd; A hundred gods her sweeping train supply; Her offspring all, and all command the sky.
Page 110 - Far on the right, her dogs foul Scylla hides : Charybdis roaring on the left presides, And in her greedy whirlpool sucks the tides; Then spouts them from below: with fury driv'n, The waves mount up and wash the face of heav'n.
Page 56 - 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.
Page 101 - Hermes obeys; with golden pinions binds His flying feet, and mounts the western winds: And, whether o'er the seas or earth he flies, With rapid force they bear him down the skies. But first he grasps within his awful hand The mark of...

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