Post by tannis on Feb 24, 2008 10:19:47 GMT
Homeric Hymns To Apollo
O Lord [Apollon], Lykia is yours and lovely Maionian and Miletos,
charming city by the sea,
but over wave-girt Delos you greatly reign your own self.
Leto’s all-glorious son goes to rocky Pytho, playing upon his hollow lyre,
clad in divine, perfumed garments; and at the touch of the golden key
his lyre sings sweet.
Thence, swift as thought, he speeds from earth to Olympos,
to the house of Zeus, to join the gathering of the other gods:
then straightway the undying gods think only of the lyre and song,
and all the Mousai [the nine Muses] together, voice sweetly answering voice,
hymn the unending gifts the gods enjoy and the sufferings of men . . .
Meanwhile the rich-tressed Kharies and cheerful Horai
dance with Harmonia and Hebe and Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus,
holding each other by the wrist. And among them sings one . . .
Artemis who delights in arrows, sister of Apollon.
Among them sport Ares and the keen-eyed Argeiphontes [Hermes],
while Apollon plays his lyre stepping high and featly
and radiance shines around him, the gleaming of his feet
and close-woven vest. And they, even gold-tressed Leto and wise Zeus,
rejoice in their great hearts as they watch their dear son
playing among the undying gods...
- from Homeric Hymn 3 to Pythian Apollo
Phoibos [Apollon], of you even the swan sings
with clear voice to the beating of his wings,
as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneios;
and of you the sweet-tongued minstrel, holding his high-pitched lyre,
always sings both first and last.
And so hail to you lord! I seek your favour with my song. *
- from Homeric Hymn 21 to Apollo
* Rosabelbelieve, this brings to mind your avatar!
BTW, in the Delius (Song of Summer) video, KB plays the Swan (obviously!) and PB plays the part of Delius, wearing an Apollonian sun mask!
- gaffa.org/garden/paddy2.html
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Homeric Hymn 27 To Artemis
Of Artemis, goddess with distaff of gold, whose cry resounds,
I sing, the virgin revered, the archeress shooter of deer,
The sister by birth of Apollo, god of the golden sword.
In the chase over shadowy mountains and wind-swept peaks she delights,
And takes aim with a bow of pure gold, dispatching arrows of woe.
The heads of high mountains tremble, the thick-shaded forest screams out
A dire echo of bestial clamour, and shudderings shake both the earth
And the sea that is teeming with fish; but she with a heart that is strong
Now this way turns, now that, destroying the race of beasts.
Yet when the archeress tracker of beasts has had pleasure enough
From the hunt and has gladdened her mind, she unstrings her flexible bow
And goes to her brother's great home, to Phoibos Apollo's abode
In Delphi's rich land, to prepare for the Muses' and Graces' fair dance.
She hangs up there with its arrows her bow that springs up from the pull,
And wearing graceful adornments takes the lead in the dance.
The goddesses, raising their heavenly voices, sing a hymn
Of fair-ankled Leto, and tell how she gave her children birth,
Who are in both counsel and deeds the best of immortals by far.
Farewell to you, children of Zeus and Leto with lovely hair;
But I will call to my mind both you and another song.
O Lord [Apollon], Lykia is yours and lovely Maionian and Miletos,
charming city by the sea,
but over wave-girt Delos you greatly reign your own self.
Leto’s all-glorious son goes to rocky Pytho, playing upon his hollow lyre,
clad in divine, perfumed garments; and at the touch of the golden key
his lyre sings sweet.
Thence, swift as thought, he speeds from earth to Olympos,
to the house of Zeus, to join the gathering of the other gods:
then straightway the undying gods think only of the lyre and song,
and all the Mousai [the nine Muses] together, voice sweetly answering voice,
hymn the unending gifts the gods enjoy and the sufferings of men . . .
Meanwhile the rich-tressed Kharies and cheerful Horai
dance with Harmonia and Hebe and Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus,
holding each other by the wrist. And among them sings one . . .
Artemis who delights in arrows, sister of Apollon.
Among them sport Ares and the keen-eyed Argeiphontes [Hermes],
while Apollon plays his lyre stepping high and featly
and radiance shines around him, the gleaming of his feet
and close-woven vest. And they, even gold-tressed Leto and wise Zeus,
rejoice in their great hearts as they watch their dear son
playing among the undying gods...
- from Homeric Hymn 3 to Pythian Apollo
Phoibos [Apollon], of you even the swan sings
with clear voice to the beating of his wings,
as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneios;
and of you the sweet-tongued minstrel, holding his high-pitched lyre,
always sings both first and last.
And so hail to you lord! I seek your favour with my song. *
- from Homeric Hymn 21 to Apollo
* Rosabelbelieve, this brings to mind your avatar!
BTW, in the Delius (Song of Summer) video, KB plays the Swan (obviously!) and PB plays the part of Delius, wearing an Apollonian sun mask!
- gaffa.org/garden/paddy2.html
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Homeric Hymn 27 To Artemis
Of Artemis, goddess with distaff of gold, whose cry resounds,
I sing, the virgin revered, the archeress shooter of deer,
The sister by birth of Apollo, god of the golden sword.
In the chase over shadowy mountains and wind-swept peaks she delights,
And takes aim with a bow of pure gold, dispatching arrows of woe.
The heads of high mountains tremble, the thick-shaded forest screams out
A dire echo of bestial clamour, and shudderings shake both the earth
And the sea that is teeming with fish; but she with a heart that is strong
Now this way turns, now that, destroying the race of beasts.
Yet when the archeress tracker of beasts has had pleasure enough
From the hunt and has gladdened her mind, she unstrings her flexible bow
And goes to her brother's great home, to Phoibos Apollo's abode
In Delphi's rich land, to prepare for the Muses' and Graces' fair dance.
She hangs up there with its arrows her bow that springs up from the pull,
And wearing graceful adornments takes the lead in the dance.
The goddesses, raising their heavenly voices, sing a hymn
Of fair-ankled Leto, and tell how she gave her children birth,
Who are in both counsel and deeds the best of immortals by far.
Farewell to you, children of Zeus and Leto with lovely hair;
But I will call to my mind both you and another song.