She could produce in scorn and spite of them. Feeding his herds among the mossy fountains HOMER'S HYMN TO CASTOR AND POLLUX YE wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove, Brought forth in joy; mild Pollux void of blame, Call on the Twins of Jove with prayer and vow, Homer's Hymn to Castor and Pollux. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1818. 6 steed-subduing, Rossetti || steel-subduing, Mrs. Shelley, 18392. Fair omen of the voyage; from toil and dread, HOMER'S HYMN TO MINERVA I SING the glorious Power with azure eyes, Revered and mighty; from his awful head Whom Jove brought forth, in warlike armor dressed, Golden, all radiant! wonder strange possessed Rush from the crest of Ægis-bearing Jove; Stood still, and great Hyperion's son long time lime, Pallas from her immortal shoulders threw The arms divine; wise Jove rejoiced to view. Child of the Ægis-bearer, hail to thee, Nor thine nor other's praise shall unremembered be. Homer's Hymn to Minerva. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1818. HOMER'S HYMN TO THE SUN OFFSPRING of Jove, Calliope, once more To the bright Sun thy hymn of music pour, Of great Hyperion, who to him did bear Of mortal men and the eternal Gods. Fiercely look forth his awe-inspiring eyes Glows in the stream of the uplifting wind. Homer's Hymn to the Sun. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1818. HOMER'S HYMN TO THE MOON DAUGHTERS of Jove, whose voice is melody, Sing the wide-winged Moon! Around the earth, But when the Moon divine from Heaven is gone The beam-invested steeds whose necks on high And as she grows, her beams more bright and bright Are poured from Heaven, where she is hovering then, A wonder and a sign to mortal men. The Son of Saturn with this glorious Power Mingled in love and sleep, to whom she bore, Pandeia, a bright maid of beauty rare Among the Gods whose lives eternal are. Homer's Hymn to the Moon. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1818. Hail Queen, great Moon, white-armed Divinity, Fair-haired and favorable! thus with thee, My song beginning, by its music sweet Shall make immortal many a glorious feat Of demigods, — with lovely lips, so well Which minstrels, servants of the Muses, tell. HOMER'S HYMN TO THE EARTH, MOTHER OF ALL O UNIVERSAL Mother, who dost keep Live, move, and there are nourished — these are thine; These from thy wealth thou dost sustain; from thee The life of mortal men beneath thy sway Is held; thy power both gives and takes away. Happy are they whom thy mild favors nourish; All things unstinted round them grow and flourish. For them endures the life-sustaining field Its load of harvest, and their cattle yield Large increase, and their house with wealth is filled. Such honored dwell in cities fair and free, Homer's Hymn to the Earth, Mother of All. Published by Mrs. Shelley, 18392, dated 1818. |