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 The Theogony of Hesiod
                       translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White
                   [1914]
                   
                    From
                  
                  
                  
                  the Heliconian
                   Muses let us
                  
                  
                  
                  begin to sing,
                   who hold the
                  
                  
                  
                  great and holy mount of Helicon,
                   and dance on
                  
                  
                  
                  soft feet about the deep-blue spring
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  altar of the almighty son of Cronos,
                   and when
                  
                  
                  
                  they have washed their tender bodies in Permessus
           or in the
                  
                  
                  
                  Horse's Spring or Olmeius,
                   make their
                  
                  
                  
                  fair, lovely dances upon highest Helicon
                   and move
                  
                  
                  
                  with vigorous feet.
                   Thence they
                  
                  
                  
                  arise and go abroad by night,
                   veiled in
                  
                  
                  
                  thick mist, and utter their song with lovely voice,
                   praising
                  
                  
                  
                  Zeus the aegis-holder
                   and queenly
                  
                  
                  
                  Hera of Argos who walks on golden sandals
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  daughter of Zeus the aegis-holder bright-eyed Athene,
                   and Phoebus
                  
                  
                  
                  Apollo, and Artemis who delights in arrows,
                   and Poseidon
                  
                  
                  
                  the earth-holder who shakes the earth,
                   and reverend Themis and quick-glancing  Aphrodite,
                   and Hebe
                  
                  
                  
                  with the crown of gold,
                   and fair Dione, Leto, Iapetus,
                   and Cronos the crafty counsellor,
                   Eos and
                  
                  
                  
                  great Helius and bright Selene,
                   Earth too,
                  
                  
                  
                  and great Oceanus, and dark Night,
                   and the holy
                  
                  
                  
                  race of all the other deathless ones that are for ever.
                   And one day
                  
                  
                  
                  they taught Hesiod glorious song
                   while he was
                  
                  
                  
                  shepherding his lambs under holy Helicon,
                   and this
                  
                  
                  
                  word first the goddesses said to me –
                   the Muses of
                  
                  
                  
                  Olympus, daughters of Zeus who holds the aegis:
                   
                    Shepherds of the wilderness, wretched things of shame, mere bellies,
                   we know how
                  
                  
                  
                  to speak many false things as though they were true;
                   but we know,
                  
                  
                  
                  when we will, to utter true things.'
                   
                   So said the ready-voiced daughters of great Zeus,
                   and they
                  
                  
                  
                  plucked and gave me a rod, a shoot of sturdy laurel,
                   a marvellous thing, and breathed into me a divine voice
                   to celebrate
                  
                  
                  
                  things that shall be
                   and things
                  
                  
                  
                  there were aforetime;
                   and they
                  
                  
                  
                  bade me sing of the race of the blessed gods that are eternally,
                   but ever to sing of themselves both first and last. But why all this about oak or stone? 
                   Come thou, let us begin with the Muses
                   who gladden
                  
                  
                  
                  the great spirit of their father Zeus in Olympus with their songs,
                   telling of
                  
                  
                  
                  things that are and that shall be
                   and that
                  
                  
                  
                  were aforetime with consenting voice.
                   Unwearying flows the sweet sound from their lips,
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  house of their father Zeus the loud-thunderer is glad
                  
                  
                  
                  at
                   the
                  
                  
                  
                  lily-like voice of the goddesses as it spread abroad,
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  peaks of snowy Olympus resound, and the homes of the immortals.
                   And they
                  
                  
                  
                  uttering their immortal voice, celebrate in song
                   first of all
                  
                  
                  
                  the reverend race of the gods from the beginning,
                   those whom
                  
                  
                  
                  Earth and wide Heaven begot,
                   and the gods
                  
                  
                  
                  sprung of these, givers of good things.
                   Then, next,
                  
                  
                  
                  the goddesses sing of Zeus, the father of gods and men,
                   as they
                  
                  
                  
                  begin and end their strain,
                   how much he
                  
                  
                  
                  is the most excellent among the gods and supreme in power.
                   And again,
                  
                  
                  
                  they chant the race of men and strong giants,
                   and gladden the heart of Zeus within Olympus, -- the Olympian Muses, daughters of Zeus the
                  
                  
                  
                  aegis-holder.
                   
                   Them in Pieria did Mnemosyne (Memory),
                   who reigns
                  
                  
                  
                  over the hills of Eleuther,
                   bear of
                  
                  
                  
                  union with the father, the son of Cronos,
                   a forgetting
                  
                  
                  
                  of ills and a rest from sorrow.
                   For nine
                  
                  
                  
                  nights did wise Zeus lie with her,
                   entering her
                  
                  
                  
                  holy bed remote from the immortals.
                   And when a
                  
                  
                  
                  year was passed and the seasons came round
                   as the
                  
                  
                  
                  months waned, and many days were accomplished,
                   she bare
                  
                  
                  
                  nine daughters, all of one mind,
                   whose hearts
                  
                  
                  
                  are set upon song and their spirit free from care,
                   a little way
                  
                  
                  
                  from the topmost peak of snowy Olympus.
                   There are
                  
                  
                  
                  their bright dancing-places and beautiful homes,
                   and beside
                  
                  
                  
                  them the Graces and Himerus (Desire) live in delight.
                   And they,
                  
                  
                  
                  uttering through their lips a lovely voice,
                   sing the
                  
                  
                  
                  laws of all and the goodly ways of the immortals,
                   uttering
                  
                  
                  
                  their lovely voice.
                   Then went they
                  
                  
                  
                  to Olympus, delighting in their sweet voice,
                   with
                  
                  
                  
                  heavenly song, and the dark earth resounded about them as they chanted,
                   and a lovely
                  
                  
                  
                  sound rose up beneath their feet as they went to their father.
                   And he was reigning in heaven, himself holding the lightning and
                  
                  
                  
                  glowing thunderbolt,
                   when he had
                  
                  
                  
                  overcome by might his father Cronos;
                   and he
                  
                  
                  
                  distributed fairly to the immortals their portions and declared their
                  
                  
                  
                  privileges.
                   
                   These things, then, the Muses sang
                   who dwell on
                  
                  
                  
                  Olympus, nine daughters begotten by great Zeus,
                   Cleio and Euterpe, Thaleia, Melpomene and Terpsichore,
                   and Erato and Polyhymnia and Urania and Calliope,
                   who is the chiefest of them all, for she attends on worshipful
                  
                  
                  
                  princes:
                   whomsoever
                  
                  
                  
                  of heaven-nourished princes the daughters of great Zeus honour,
                   and behold
                  
                  
                  
                  him at his birth, they pour sweet dew upon his tongue,
                   and from his
                  
                  
                  
                  lips flow gracious words.
                   All the
                  
                  
                  
                  people look towards him while he settles causes with true judgements:
                   and he,
                  
                  
                  
                  speaking surely, would soon make wise end even of a great quarrel;
                   for
                  
                  
                  
                  therefore are there princes wise in heart,
                   because when
                  
                  
                  
                  the people are being misguided in their assembly,
                   they set
                  
                  
                  
                  right the matter again with ease,
                   persuading
                  
                  
                  
                  them with gentle words.
                   And when he
                  
                  
                  
                  passes through a gathering,
                   they greet
                  
                  
                  
                  him as a god with gentle reverence,
                   and he is
                  
                  
                  
                  conspicuous amongst the assembled:
                   such is the
                  
                  
                  
                  holy gift of the Muses to men.
                   For it is
                  
                  
                  
                  through the Muses and far-shooting Apollo
                   that there
                  
                  
                  
                  are singers and harpers upon the earth;
                   but princes
                  
                  
                  
                  are of Zeus, and happy is he whom the Muses love:
                   sweet flows
                  
                  
                  
                  speech from his mouth.
                   For though a
                  
                  
                  
                  man have sorrow and grief in his newly-troubled soul
                   and live in
                  
                  
                  
                  dread because his heart is distressed, yet,
                   when a
                  
                  
                  
                  singer, the servant of the Muses,
                   chants the
                  
                  
                  
                  glorious deeds of men of old
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  blessed gods who inhabit Olympus, at once he forgets his heaviness
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  remembers not his sorrows at all;
                   but the
                  
                  
                  
                  gifts of the goddesses soon turn him away from these.
                   
                   Hail, children of Zeus! Grant lovely song
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  celebrate the holy race of the deathless gods who are for
                    
                    
                    
                    ever,
                   those that
                  
                  
                  
                  were born of Earth and starry Heaven and gloomy Night
                   and them
                  
                  
                  
                  that briny Sea did rear.
                   Tell how at
                  
                  
                  
                  the first gods and earth came to be, and rivers,
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  boundless sea with its raging swell,
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  gleaming stars, and the wide heaven above,
                   and the gods
                  
                  
                  
                  who were born of them, givers of good things,
                   and how they
                  
                  
                  
                  divided their wealth, and how they shared their honours amongst them,
                   and also how
                  
                  
                  
                  at the first they took many-folded Olympus.
                   These things
                  
                  
                  
                  declare to me from the beginning,
                   ye Muses who
                  
                  
                  
                  dwell in the house of Olympus, and tell me which of them first came to be.
                   
                   Verily at the first Chaos came to be,
                   but next wide-bosomed Earth, the ever-sure foundations of all the
                  
                  
                  
                  deathless ones who hold the peaks of snowy Olympus,
                   and dim Tartarus in the depth of the wide-pathed Earth,
                   and Eros
                  
                  
                  
                  (Love), fairest among the deathless gods,
                   who unnerves
                  
                  
                  
                  the limbs and overcomes the mind
                   and wise
                  
                  
                  
                  counsels of all gods and all men within them.
                   From Chaos
                  
                  
                  
                  came forth Erebus and black Night;
                   but of Night
                  
                  
                  
                  were born Aether and Day,
                   whom she
                  
                  
                  
                  conceived and bare from union in love with Erebus.
                   And Earth
                  
                  
                  
                  first bare starry Heaven, equal to herself,
                   to cover her
                  
                  
                  
                  on every side,
                   and to be an
                  
                  
                  
                  ever-sure abiding-place for the blessed gods.
                   And she
                  
                  
                  
                  brought forth long Hills,
                   graceful
                  
                  
                  
                  haunts of the goddess-Nymphs
                   who dwell
                  
                  
                  
                  amongst the glens of the hills.
                   She bare
                  
                  
                  
                  also the fruitless deep with his raging swell,
                   Pontus,
                  
                  
                  
                  without sweet union of love.
                   But
                  
                  
                  
                  afterwards she lay with Heaven and bare deep-swirling Oceanus,
                   Coeus and Crius and Hyperion and Iapetus,
                   Theia and Rhea, Themis and Mnemosyne and gold-crowned Phoebe and lovely
                  
                  
                  
                  Tethys.
                   After them
                  
                  
                  
                  was born Cronos the wily,
                   youngest and
                  
                  
                  
                  most terrible of her children, and he hated his lusty sire.
                   
                   And again, she bare the Cyclopes, overbearing in spirit,
                   Brontes, and Steropes and stubborn-hearted Arges,
                   who gave Zeus
                  
                  
                  
                  the thunder and made the thunderbolt:
                   in all else
                  
                  
                  
                  they were like the gods,
                   but one eye
                  
                  
                  
                  only was set in the midst of their fore-heads.
                   And they
                  
                  
                  
                  were surnamed Cyclopes
                   because one
                  
                  
                  
                  orbed eye was set in their foreheads.
                   Strength and
                  
                  
                  
                  might and craft were in their works.
                   
                   And again, three other sons were born of Earth and Heaven,
                   great and
                  
                  
                  
                  doughty beyond telling,
                   Cottus and Briareos and Gyes, presumptuous
                  
                  
                  
                  children.
                   From their
                  
                  
                  
                  shoulders sprang an hundred arms, not to be approached,
                   and each had
                  
                  
                  
                  fifty heads upon his shoulders on their strong limbs,
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  irresistible was the stubborn strength that was in their great forms.
                   For of all
                  
                  
                  
                  the children that were born of Earth and Heaven,
                   these were
                  
                  
                  
                  the most terrible,
                   and they
                  
                  
                  
                  were hated by their own father from the first.
                   And he used
                  
                  
                  
                  to hide them all away
                   in a secret
                  
                  
                  
                  place of Earth so soon as each was born,
                   and would
                  
                  
                  
                  not suffer them to come up into the light:
                   and Heaven
                  
                  
                  
                  rejoiced in his evil doing.
                   But vast
                  
                  
                  
                  Earth groaned within, being straitened,
                   and she made
                  
                  
                  
                  the element of grey flint and shaped a great sickle,
                   and told her
                  
                  
                  
                  plan to her dear sons.
                   And she
                  
                  
                  
                  spoke, cheering them, while she was vexed in her dear heart:
                   
                   `My children, gotten of a sinful father, if you will obey me,
                   we should
                  
                  
                  
                  punish the vile outrage of your father;
                   for he first thought of doing shameful things.'
                   
                    So she said;
                   but fear
                  
                  
                  
                  seized them all, and none of them uttered a word.
                   But great Cronos the wily took courage and answered his dear mother:
                   
                   `Mother, I will undertake to do this deed,
                   for I
                  
                  
                  
                  reverence not our father of evil name,
                   for he first thought of doing shameful things.'
                   
                   So he said: and vast Earth rejoiced greatly in spirit,
                   and set and
                  
                  
                  
                  hid him in an ambush,
                   and put in
                  
                  
                  
                  his hands a jagged sickle, and revealed to him the whole plot.
                   
                   And Heaven came, bringing on night and longing for love,
                   and he lay
                  
                  
                  
                  about Earth spreading himself full upon her.
                   Then the son
                  
                  
                  
                  from his ambush stretched forth his left hand
                   and in his
                  
                  
                  
                  right took the great long sickle with jagged teeth,
                   and swiftly
                  
                  
                  
                  lopped off his own father's members
                   and cast
                  
                  
                  
                  them away to fall behind him.
                   And not
                  
                  
                  
                  vainly did they fall from his hand;
                   for all the
                  
                  
                  
                  bloody drops that gushed forth Earth received,
                   and as the
                  
                  
                  
                  seasons moved round she bare the strong Erinyes
           and the
                  
                  
                  
                  great Giants with gleaming armour, holding long
                  
                  
                  
                  spears in their hands
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  Nymphs whom they call Meliae all over the
                  
                  
                  
                  boundless earth.
                   And so soon
                  
                  
                  
                  as he had cut off the members with flint
                   and cast
                  
                  
                  
                  them from the land into the surging sea,
                   they were
                  
                  
                  
                  swept away over the main a long time:
                   and a white
                  
                  
                  
                  foam spread around them from the immortal flesh,
                   and in it
                  
                  
                  
                  there grew a maiden.
                   First she
                  
                  
                  
                  drew near holy Cythera, and from there, afterwards,
                   she came to
                  
                  
                  
                  sea-girt Cyprus, and came forth an awful and lovely goddess,
                   and grass
                  
                  
                  
                  grew up about her beneath her shapely feet.
                   Her gods and
                  
                  
                  
                  men call Aphrodite,
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  foam-born goddess and rich-crowned Cytherea,
                   because she
                  
                  
                  
                  grew amid the foam, and Cytherea because she reached
                  
                  
                  
                  Cythera,
                   and Cyprogenes because she was born in billowy Cyprus,
                   and Philommedes because sprang from the members.
                   And with her
                  
                  
                  
                  went Eros, and comely Desire followed her at her birth
                   at the first
                  
                  
                  
                  and as she went into the assembly of the gods.
                   This honour she has from the beginning,
                   and this is
                  
                  
                  
                  the portion allotted to her amongst men and undying gods,
                   -- the
                  
                  
                  
                  whisperings of maidens and smiles
                   and deceits
                  
                  
                  
                  with sweet delight and love and graciousness.
                   
                   But these sons whom be begot himself great Heaven used to call Titans
                  
                  
                  
                  (Strainers) in reproach,
                   for he said
                  
                  
                  
                  that they strained and did presumptuously a fearful deed,
                   and that
                  
                  
                  
                  vengeance for it would come afterwards.
                   
                   And Night bare hateful Doom and black Fate and Death, and she bare Sleep and
                  
                  
                  
                  the tribe of Dreams.
                   And again the goddess murky Night, though she lay with none, bare Blame and painful Woe,
                   and the Hesperides who guard the rich, golden apples and the trees
                  
                  
                  
                  bearing fruit beyond glorious Ocean.
                   Also she
                  
                  
                  
                  bare the Destinies and ruthless avenging Fates,
                   Clotho and Lachesis and Atropos, who give men at their birth both evil and good to have, and they pursue the transgressions of men and of gods: and these goddesses never cease from their dread anger until they punish the sinner with a sore penalty.
                   Also deadly Night bare Nemesis to afflict mortal men, and after her, Deceit and Friendship and hateful Age and hard-hearted Strife.
                   
                   But abhorred Strife bare painful Toil
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  Forgetfulness and Famine and tearful Sorrows,
                   Fightings also,
                  
                  
                  
                  Battles, Murders, Manslaughters,
                   Quarrels,
                  
                  
                  
                  Lying Words, Disputes, Lawlessness and Ruin,
                   all of one
                  
                  
                  
                  nature,
                   and Oath who
                  
                  
                  
                  most troubles men upon earth
                   when anyone wilfully swears a false oath.
                   
                   And Sea begat Nereus, the eldest of his
                  
                  
                  
                  children,
                   who is true
                  
                  
                  
                  and lies not: and men call him the Old Man
                   because he
                  
                  
                  
                  is trusty and gentle and does not forget the laws of righteousness,
                   but thinks
                  
                  
                  
                  just and kindly thoughts.
                   And yet
                  
                  
                  
                  again he got great Thaumas
           and proud Phoreys, being mated with Earth,
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  fair-cheeked Ceto and Eurybia who has a heart of flint within her.
                   
                   And of Nereus and rich-haired Doris,
                  
                  
                  
                  daughter of Ocean
                   the perfect
                  
                  
                  
                  river, were born children,
                   passing
                  
                  
                  
                  lovely amongst goddesses,
                   Ploto, Eucrante, Sao, and Amphitrite,
                   and Eudora,
                  
                  
                  
                  and Thetis, Galene and Glauce,
                   Cymothoe, Speo, Thoe and lovely Halie,
                   and Pasithea, and Erato, and
                  
                  
                  
                  rosy-armed Eunice,
                   and gracious Melite, and Eulimene, and Agaue,
                   Doto, Proto, Pherusa, and Dynamene, and Nisaea, and Actaea,
                   and Protomedea, Doris, Panopea, and
                  
                  
                  
                  comely Galatea, and lovely Hippothoe,
                   and rosy-armed Hipponoe, and Cymodoce who with Cymatolege and Amphitrite
                  
                  
                  
                  easily calms the waves upon the misty sea
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  blasts of raging winds,
                   and Cymo, and Eione, and rich-crowned Alimede,
                   and Glauconome, fond of laughter,
                   and Pontoporea, Leagore, Euagore, and Laomedea, and Polynoe, and Autonoe,
                   and Lysianassa, and Euarne, lovely of
                  
                  
                  
                  shape and without blemish of form,
                   and Psamathe of charming figure and divine Menippe,
                   Neso, Eupompe, Themisto, Pronoe, and Nemertes
                       who has the
                  
                  
                  
                  nature of her deathless father.
                   These fifty
                  
                  
                  
                  daughters sprang from blameless Nereus, skilled in
                  
                  
                  
                  excellent crafts.
                   
                   And Thaumas wedded Electra the daughter of
                  
                  
                  
                  deep- flowing Ocean,
                   and she bare
                  
                  
                  
                  him swift Iris and the long-haired Harpies,
                   Aello (Storm-swift) and Ocypetes (Swift-flier) who on their
                  
                  
                  
                  swift wings
                   keep pace
                  
                  
                  
                  with the blasts of the winds and the birds;
                   for quick as
                  
                  
                  
                  time they dart along.
                   
                   And again, Ceto bare
                  
                  
                  
                  to Phoreys the fair-cheeked Graiae,
                   sisters grey
                  
                  
                  
                  from their birth: and both deathless
                   gods and men
                  
                  
                  
                  who walk on earth call them Graiae,
                   Pemphredo well-clad,
                  
                  
                  
                  and saffron-robed Enyo,
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  Gorgons who dwell beyond glorious Ocean
                   in the
                  
                  
                  
                  frontier land towards Night
                   where are
                  
                  
                  
                  the clear-voiced Hesperides, Sthenno,
                  
                  
                  
                  and Euryale,
                   and Medusa
                  
                  
                  
                  who suffered a woeful fate:
                   she was
                  
                  
                  
                  mortal, but the two were undying and grew not old.
                   With her lay the Dark-haired One in a soft
                  
                  
                  
                  meadow amid spring flowers.
                   And when Perseus cut off her head, there sprang forth great Chrysaor
                       and the
                  
                  
                  
                  horse Pegasus who is so called
                   because he
                  
                  
                  
                  was born near the springs of Ocean;
                   and that
                  
                  
                  
                  other, because he held a golden blade in his hands.
                   Now Pegasus
                  
                  
                  
                  flew away and left the earth, the mother of flocks,
                   and came to
                  
                  
                  
                  the deathless gods: and he dwells in the house of Zeus
                   and brings
                  
                  
                  
                  to wise Zeus the thunder and lightning.
                   But Chrysaor was joined in love to Callirrhoe,
                  
                  
                  
                  the daughter of glorious Ocean,
                   and begot
                  
                  
                  
                  three-headed Geryones.
                   Him mighty
                  
                  
                  
                  Heracles slew in sea-girt Erythea
           by his
                  
                  
                  
                  shambling oxen on that day when he drove the wide-browed oxen to holy Tiryns,
                   and had crossed
                  
                  
                  
                  the ford of Ocean
                   and killed Orthus and Eurytion
                       the herdsman
                  
                  
                  
                  in the dim stead out beyond glorious Ocean.
                   
                   And in a hollow cave she bare another monster,
                   irresistible,
                  
                  
                  
                  in no wise like either to mortal men or to the undying gods,
                   even the
                  
                  
                  
                  goddess fierce Echidna
                   who is half
                  
                  
                  
                  a nymph with glancing eyes and fair cheeks,
                   and half
                  
                  
                  
                  again a huge snake, great and awful, with speckled skin,
                   eating raw
                  
                  
                  
                  flesh beneath the secret parts of the holy earth.
                   And there
                  
                  
                  
                  she has a cave deep down under a hollow rock f
                   ar from the deathless gods and
                  
                  
                  
                  mortal men.
                   There, then,
                  
                  
                  
                  did the gods appoint her a glorious house to dwell in:
                   and she
                  
                  
                  
                  keeps guard in Arima beneath the earth, grim Echidna,
                   a nymph who
                  
                  
                  
                  dies not nor grows old all her days.
                   
                   Men say that Typhaon the terrible, outrageous and
                  
                  
                  
                  lawless,
                   was joined
                  
                  
                  
                  in love to her, the maid with glancing eyes.
                   So she
                  
                  
                  
                  conceived and brought forth fierce offspring;
                   first she
                  
                  
                  
                  bare Orthus the hound of Geryones,
                   and then
                  
                  
                  
                  again she bare a second, a monster not to be overcome
                   and that may
                  
                  
                  
                  not be described, Cerberus who eats raw flesh,
                   the
                  
                  
                  
                  brazen-voiced hound of Hades,
                   fifty-headed,
                  
                  
                  
                  relentless and strong.
                   And again
                  
                  
                  
                  she bore a third, the evil-minded Hydra of Lerna,
                   whom the
                  
                  
                  
                  goddess, white-armed Hera nourished,
                   being angry
                  
                  
                  
                  beyond measure with the mighty Heracles.
                   And her
                  
                  
                  
                  Heracles, the son of Zeus, of the house of Amphitryon,
                   together
                  
                  
                  
                  with warlike Iolaus, destroyed with the unpitying
                  
                  
                  
                  sword
                   through the
                  
                  
                  
                  plans of Athene the spoil-driver.
                   She was the
                  
                  
                  
                  mother of Chimaera who breathed raging fire,
                   a creature
                  
                  
                  
                  fearful, great, swift-footed and strong,
                   who had
                  
                  
                  
                  three heads, one of a grim-eyed lion;
                   in her hinderpart, a dragon; and in her middle, a goat,
                   breathing
                  
                  
                  
                  forth a fearful blast of blazing fire.
                   Her did
                  
                  
                  
                  Pegasus and noble Bellerophon slay;
                   but Echidna
                  
                  
                  
                  was subject in love to Orthus and brought forth the
                  
                  
                  
                  deadly Sphinx
                   which
                  
                  
                  
                  destroyed the Cadmeans, and the Nemean lion,
                   which Hera,
                  
                  
                  
                  the good wife of Zeus,
                   brought up
                  
                  
                  
                  and made to haunt the hills of Nemea, a plague to men.
                   There he
                  
                  
                  
                  preyed upon the tribes of her own people
                   and had
                  
                  
                  
                  power over Tretus of Nemea and Apesas:
                   yet the
                  
                  
                  
                  strength of stout Heracles overcame him.
                   
                   And Ceto was joined in love to Phorcys
                       and bare her
                  
                  
                  
                  youngest, the awful snake who guards the apples
                   all of gold
                  
                  
                  
                  in the secret places of the dark earth at its great bounds.
                   This is the
                  
                  
                  
                  offspring of Ceto and Phoreys.
                   
                   And Tethys bare to Ocean eddying rivers, Nilus, and Alpheus, and deep-swirling Eridanus, Strymon, and Meander, and the fair stream of Ister, and Phasis, and Rhesus,  and the silver eddies of Achelous, Nessus, and Rhodius, Haliacmon,
                       and Heptaporus, Granicus, and Aesepus, and holy Simois, and Peneus, and Hermus, and Caicus fair stream, and great Sangarius, Ladon, Parthenius, Euenus, Ardescus, and divine
                  
                  
                  
                  Scamander.
                   
                    Also she brought forth a holy company of daughters
                   who
                  
                  
                  
                  with the lord Apollo
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  Rivers have youths in their keeping –
                   to this
                  
                  
                  
                  charge Zeus appointed them –
                   Peitho, and Admete, and Ianthe, and Electra,
                  
                  
                  
                  and Doris,
                   and Prymno, and Urania divine in
                  
                  
                  
                  form,
                   Hippo, Clymene, Rhodea, and Callirrhoe, Zeuxo and Clytie,
                   and Idyia, and Pasithoe, Plexaura, and Galaxaura, and
                  
                  
                  
                  lovely Dione,
                   Melobosis and Thoe and handsome Polydora,
                   Cerceis lovely of
                  
                  
                  
                  form, and soft eyed Pluto,
                   Perseis, Ianeira, Acaste, Xanthe, Petraea the fair,
                   Menestho, and Europa, Metis, and Eurynome, and Telesto saffron-clad,
                   Chryseis and Asia
                  
                  
                  
                  and charming Calypso, Eudora, and Tyche, Amphirho,
                   and Ocyrrhoe, and Styx who is the chiefest of them all.
                   These are
                  
                  
                  
                  the eldest daughters that sprang from Ocean and Tethys;
                    but there are many besides.
                   For there
                  
                  
                  
                  are three thousand neat-ankled daughters of Ocean
                   who are
                  
                  
                  
                  dispersed far and wide,
                   and in every
                  
                  
                  
                  place alike serve the earth and the deep waters,
                   children who
                  
                  
                  
                  are glorious among goddesses.
                   And as many
                  
                  
                  
                  other rivers are there,
                   babbling as
                  
                  
                  
                  they flow, sons of Ocean,
                   whom queenly
                  
                  
                  
                  Tethys bare,
                   but their
                  
                  
                  
                  names it is hard for a mortal man to tell,
                   but people
                  
                  
                  
                  know those by which they severally dwell.
                   
                   And Theia was subject in love to Hyperion
                   and bare great Helius and clear Selene and Eos who shines
                  
                  
                  
                  upon all that are on earth
                   and upon the
                  
                  
                  
                  deathless Gods who live in the wide heaven.
                   
                    And Eurybia, bright goddess, was joined in
                  
                  
                  
                  love to Crius
           and bare
                  
                  
                  
                  great Astraeus, and Pallas, and Perses
           who also was
                  
                  
                  
                  eminent among all men in wisdom.
                   
                   And Eos bare to Astraeus the strong-hearted
                  
                  
                  
                  winds,
                   brightening
                  
                  
                  
                  Zephyrus, and Boreas, headlong in his course,
                   and Notus, -- a goddess mating in love with a god.
                   And after
                  
                  
                  
                  these Erigenia bare the star Eosphorus (Dawn-bringer),
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  gleaming stars with which heaven is crowned.
                   
                   And Styx the daughter of Ocean
                   was joined
                  
                  
                  
                  to Pallas and bare Zelus (Emulation)
                   and trim-ankled Victory in the house.
                   Also she
                  
                  
                  
                  brought forth Strength and Force, wonderful children.
                   These have
                  
                  
                  
                  no house apart from Zeus,
                   nor any
                  
                  
                  
                  dwelling nor path except that wherein God leads them,
                   but they
                  
                  
                  
                  dwell always with Zeus the loud-thunderer.
                   For so did
                  
                  
                  
                  Styx the deathless daughter of Ocean
                   plan on that
                  
                  
                  
                  day when the Olympian Lightener called
                   all the
                  
                  
                  
                  deathless gods to great Olympus,
                   and said
                  
                  
                  
                  that whosoever of the gods would fight with him against the Titans,
                   he would not
                  
                  
                  
                  cast him out from his rights,
                   but each
                  
                  
                  
                  should have the office which he had before amongst the deathless gods.
                   And he
                  
                  
                  
                  declared that he who was without office and rights as is just.
                   So deathless
                  
                  
                  
                  Styx came first to Olympus
                   with her
                  
                  
                  
                  children through the wit of her dear father.
                   And Zeus honoured her, and gave her very great gifts,
                   for her he
                  
                  
                  
                  appointed to be the great oath of the gods,
                   and her
                  
                  
                  
                  children to live with him always.
                   And as he
                  
                  
                  
                  promised, so he performed fully unto them all.
                   But he
                  
                  
                  
                  himself mightily reigns and rules.
                   
                   Again, Phoebe came to the desired embrace of Coeus.
                   Then the
                  
                  
                  
                  goddess through the love of the god conceived
                   and brought
                  
                  
                  
                  forth dark-gowned Leto, always mild,
                   kind to men and
                  
                  
                  
                  to the deathless gods,
                   mild from
                  
                  
                  
                  the beginning, gentlest in all Olympus.
                   Also she
                  
                  
                  
                  bare Asteria of happy name,
                   whom Perses once led to his great house to be called his dear
                  
                  
                  
                  wife.
                    
                       And she
                  
                  
                  
                  conceived and bare Hecate whom Zeus the son of Cronos honoured above all.
                   He gave her
                  
                  
                  
                  splendid gifts, to have a share of the earth and the unfruitful sea.
                   She received honour also in starry heaven, and is honoured exceedingly by the deathless gods.
                   For to this
                  
                  
                  
                  day, whenever any one of men on earth offers rich
                  
                  
                  
                  sacrifices
                   and prays
                  
                  
                  
                  for favour according to custom, he calls upon Hecate.
                   Great honour comes full easily to him whose prayers the goddess
                  
                  
                  
                  receives favourably,
                   and she
                  
                  
                  
                  bestows wealth upon him; for the power surely is with her.
                   
                   For as many
                  
                  
                  
                  as were born of Earth and Ocean amongst all these she has her due portion.
                   The son of Cronos did her no wrong nor took anything away
                   of all that
                  
                  
                  
                  was her portion among the former Titan gods: but she holds,
                   as the
                  
                  
                  
                  division was at the first from the beginning, privilege both in earth, and in
                  
                  
                  
                  heaven, and in sea.
                   Also,
                  
                  
                  
                  because she is an only child, the goddess receives not less honour,
                   but much
                  
                  
                  
                  more still, for Zeus honours her.
                   Whom she
                  
                  
                  
                  will she greatly aids and advances:
                   she sits by
                  
                  
                  
                  worshipful kings in judgement,
                   and in the
                  
                  
                  
                  assembly whom she will is distinguished among the people.
                   And when men
                  
                  
                  
                  arm themselves for the battle that destroys men,
                   then the
                  
                  
                  
                  goddess is at hand to give victory and grant glory readily to whom she will.
                   Good is she
                  
                  
                  
                  also when men contend at the games,
                   for there too the goddess is with them and profits them:
                   and he who
                  
                  
                  
                  by might and strength gets the victory
                   wins the
                  
                  
                  
                  rich prize easily with joy, and brings glory to his parents.
                   And she is
                  
                  
                  
                  good to stand by horsemen, whom she will:
                   
                   and to those
                  
                  
                  
                  whose business is in the grey discomfortable sea,
                   and who pray
                  
                  
                  
                  to Hecate and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker,
                   easily the
                  
                  
                  
                  glorious goddess gives great catch,
                   and easily
                  
                  
                  
                  she takes it away as soon as seen, if so she will.
                   She is good
                  
                  
                  
                  in the byre with Hermes to increase the stock.
                   The droves
                  
                  
                  
                  of kine and wide herds of goats and flocks of fleecy
                  
                  
                  
                  sheep,
                   if she will,
                  
                  
                  
                  she increases from a few, or makes many to be less.
                   So, then
                  
                  
                  
                  albeit her mother's only child,
                   she is honoured amongst all the deathless gods.
                   And the son
                  
                  
                  
                  of Cronos made her a nurse of the young
                   who after
                  
                  
                  
                  that day saw with their eyes the light of all-seeing Dawn.
                   So from the
                  
                  
                  
                  beginning she is a nurse of the young, and these are her honours.
                   
                   But Rhea was subject in love to Cronos and
                  
                  
                  
                  bare splendid children,
                   Hestia,
                  
                  
                  
                  Demeter, and gold-shod Hera and strong Hades, pitiless in heart,
                   who dwells
                  
                  
                  
                  under the earth,
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  loud-crashing Earth-Shaker,
                   and wise
                  
                  
                  
                  Zeus, father of gods and men, by whose thunder the wide earth is shaken.
                   These great Cronos swallowed as each came forth from the womb to his
                  
                  
                  
                  mother's knees
                   with this
                  
                  
                  
                  intent, that no other of the proud sons of Heaven
                   should hold
                  
                  
                  
                  the kingly office amongst the deathless gods.
                   For he
                  
                  
                  
                  learned from Earth and starry Heaven that he was destined to be overcome by his
                  
                  
                  
                  own son,
                   strong
                  
                  
                  
                  though he was, through the contriving of great Zeus.
                   Therefore he
                  
                  
                  
                  kept no blind outlook, but watched and swallowed down his children:
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  unceasing grief seized Rhea.
                   But when she
                  
                  
                  
                  was about to bear Zeus, the father of gods and men,
                   then she
                  
                  
                  
                  besought her own dear parents, Earth and starry Heaven,
                   to devise
                  
                  
                  
                  some plan with her that the birth of her dear child might be concealed,
                   and that
                  
                  
                  
                  retribution might overtake great, crafty Cronos for
                  
                  
                  
                  his own father
                   and also for
                  
                  
                  
                  the children whom he had swallowed down.
                   And they
                  
                  
                  
                  readily heard and obeyed their dear daughter,
                   and told her
                  
                  
                  
                  all that was destined to happen touching Cronos
           the king and
                  
                  
                  
                  his stout-hearted son.
                   So they sent
                  
                  
                  
                  her to Lyetus, to the rich land of Crete,
                   she was
                  
                  
                  
                  ready to bear great Zeus, the youngest of her children.
                   Him did vast
                  
                  
                  
                  Earth receive from Rhea in wide Crete to nourish and to bring up.
                   Thither came
                  
                  
                  
                  Earth carrying him swiftly through the black night to Lyctus first,
                   and took him
                  
                  
                  
                  in her arms and hid him in a remote cave
                   beneath the
                  
                  
                  
                  secret places of the holy earth on thick-wooded Mount Aegeum;
                   but to the
                  
                  
                  
                  mightily ruling son of Heaven, the earlier king of the gods,
                   she gave a
                  
                  
                  
                  great stone wrapped in swaddling clothes.
                   Then he took
                  
                  
                  
                  it in his hands and thrust it down into his belly: wretch!
                   he knew not
                  
                  
                  
                  in his heart that in place of the stone his son was left behind,
                   unconquered
                  
                  
                  
                  and untroubled, and that he was soon to overcome him by force and might
                   and drive
                  
                  
                  
                  him from his honours, himself to reign over the
                  
                  
                  
                  deathless gods.
                   
                   After that, the strength and glorious limbs of the prince increased
                  
                  
                  
                  quickly,
                   and as the
                  
                  
                  
                  years rolled on, great Cronos the wily was beguiled
                  
                  
                  
                  by the deep suggestions of Earth,
                   and brought
                  
                  
                  
                  up again his offspring, vanquished by the arts and might of his own son,
                   and he
                  
                  
                  
                  vomited up first the stone which he had swallowed last.
                   And Zeus set
                  
                  
                  
                  it fast in the wide-pathed earth at goodly Pytho under the glens of Parnassus,
                   to be a sign
                  
                  
                  
                  thenceforth and a marvel to mortal men.
                   And he set
                  
                  
                  
                  free from their deadly bonds the brothers of his father, sons of Heaven
                   whom his
                  
                  
                  
                  father in his foolishness had bound.
                   And they
                  
                  
                  
                  remembered to be grateful to him for his kindness,
                   and gave him
                  
                  
                  
                  thunder and the glowing thunderbolt and lightening:
                   for before
                  
                  
                  
                  that, huge Earth had hidden these.
                   In them he
                  
                  
                  
                  trusts and rules over mortals and immortals.
                   
                   Now Iapetus took to wife the neat-ankled mad Clymene, daughter of
                  
                  
                  
                  Ocean,
                   and went up
                  
                  
                  
                  with her into one bed. And she bare him a stout-hearted son, Atlas:
                   also she
                  
                  
                  
                  bare very glorious Menoetius and clever Prometheus,
                  
                  
                  
                  full of various wiles,
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  scatter-brained Epimetheus who from the first was a
                  
                  
                  
                  mischief to men who eat bread;
                   for it was
                  
                  
                  
                  he who first took of Zeus the woman, the maiden whom he had formed.
                   But Menoetius was outrageous, and far-seeing Zeus struck him
                  
                  
                  
                  with a lurid thunderbolt
                   and sent him
                  
                  
                  
                  down to Erebus because of his mad presumption and exceeding pride.
                   And Atlas
                  
                  
                  
                  through hard constraint upholds the wide heaven with unwearying head and arms,
                   standing at
                  
                  
                  
                  the borders of the earth before the clear-voiced Hesperides;
                   for this lot
                  
                  
                  
                  wise Zeus assigned to him.
                   And ready-
                  
                  
                  
                  witted Prometheus he bound with inextricable bonds, cruel chains,
                   and drove a
                  
                  
                  
                  shaft through his middle, and set on him a long- winged eagle,
                   which used
                  
                  
                  
                  to eat his immortal liver; but by night the liver grew as much again
                   everyway as the
                  
                  
                  
                  long-winged bird devoured in the whole day.
                   That bird
                  
                  
                  
                  Heracles, the valiant son of shapely-ankled Alcmene,
                  
                  
                  
                  slew;
                   and delivered
                  
                  
                  
                  the son of Iapetus from the cruel plague, and
                  
                  
                  
                  released him from his affliction –
                   not without
                  
                  
                  
                  the will of Olympian Zeus who reigns on high,
                   that the
                  
                  
                  
                  glory of Heracles the Theban-born might be yet
                   greater than
                  
                  
                  
                  it was before over the plenteous earth.
                   This, then,
                  
                  
                  
                  he regarded, and honoured his famous son;
                   though he
                  
                  
                  
                  was angry, he ceased from the wrath which he had before
                   because
                  
                  
                  
                  Prometheus matched himself in wit with the almighty son of Cronos.
                   For when the
                  
                  
                  
                  gods and mortal men had a dispute at Mecone,
                   even then
                  
                  
                  
                  Prometheus was forward to cut up a great ox and set portions before them,
                   trying to
                  
                  
                  
                  befool the mind of Zeus. Before the rest he set flesh
                   and inner
                  
                  
                  
                  parts thick with fat upon the hide, covering them with an ox paunch;
                   but for Zeus
                  
                  
                  
                  he put the white bones dressed up with cunning art
                   and covered
                  
                  
                  
                  with shining fat. Then the father of men and of gods said to him:
                   
                   `Son of Iapetus, most glorious of all lords,
                   good sir,
                  
                  
                  
                  how unfairly you have divided the portions!'
                   
                    So said Zeus whose wisdom is everlasting, rebuking him.
                   But wily
                  
                  
                  
                  Prometheus answered him,
                   smiling
                  
                  
                  
                  softly and not forgetting his cunning trick:
                   
                    `Zeus, most glorious and greatest of the eternal gods,
                   take which ever of these portions your heart within you bids.' So
                  
                  
                  
                  he said, thinking trickery.
                   But Zeus,
                  
                  
                  
                  whose wisdom is everlasting, saw and failed not to perceive the trick,
                   and in his
                  
                  
                  
                  heart
                   which also was to be fulfilled.
                   he took up
                  
                  
                  
                  the white fat and was angry at heart,
                   and wrath
                  
                  
                  
                  came to his spirit when he saw the white ox-bones
                  
                  
                  
                  craftily tricked out:
                   and because
                  
                  
                  
                  of this the tribes of men upon earth
                   burn white
                  
                  
                  
                  bones to the deathless gods upon fragrant altars.
                   But Zeus who
                  
                  
                  
                  drives the clouds was greatly vexed and said to him:
                   
                    `Son of Iapetus, clever above all!
                   So, sir, you
                  
                  
                  
                  have not yet forgotten your cunning arts!'
                   
                    So spoke Zeus in anger, whose wisdom is everlasting;
                   and from
                  
                  
                  
                  that time he was always mindful of the trick,
                   and would not give the power of unwearying fire to the Melian race of
                  
                  
                  
                  mortal men who live on the earth.
                   But the
                  
                  
                  
                  noble son of Iapetus outwitted him
                   and stole
                  
                  
                  
                  the far-seen gleam of unwearying fire in a hollow
                  
                  
                  
                  fennel stalk.
                   And Zeus who
                  
                  
                  
                  thunders on high was stung in spirit,
                   and his dear
                  
                  
                  
                  heart was angered
                   when he saw
                  
                  
                  
                  amongst men the far-seen ray of fire.
                   Forthwith he
                  
                  
                  
                  made an evil thing for men as the price of fire;
                   for the very
                  
                  
                  
                  famous Limping God formed of earth
                   the likeness
                  
                  
                  
                  of a shy maiden as the son of Cronos willed.
                   And the
                  
                  
                  
                  goddess bright-eyed Athene girded and clothed her
                  
                  
                  
                  with silvery raiment,
                   and down
                  
                  
                  
                  from her head she spread with her hands a broidered veil,
                   a wonder to
                  
                  
                  
                  see;
                   and she,
                  
                  
                  
                  Pallas Athene, put about her head lovely garlands,
                    flowers of new-grown herbs.
                   Also she put
                  
                  
                  
                  upon her head a crown of gold
                   which the
                  
                  
                  
                  very famous Limping God made himself
                   and worked
                  
                  
                  
                  with his own hands as a favour to Zeus his father.
                   On it was
                  
                  
                  
                  much curious work, wonderful to see;
                   for of the many creatures which
                  
                  
                  
                  the land and sea rear up,
                   he put most
                  
                  
                  
                  upon it, wonderful things,
                   like living
                  
                  
                  
                  beings with voices: and great beauty shone out from it.
                   
                    But when he had made the beautiful evil to be the price for the
                  
                  
                  
                  blessing,
                   he brought
                  
                  
                  
                  her out, delighting in the finery which the bright-eyed daughter of a mighty
                  
                  
                  
                  father had given her,
                   to the place
                  
                  
                  
                  where the other gods and men were.
                   And wonder
                  
                  
                  
                  took hold of the deathless gods
                   and mortal
                  
                  
                  
                  men when they saw that which was sheer guile, not to be withstood by men.
                   
                   For from her is the race of women and female kind:
                   of her is
                  
                  
                  
                  the deadly race and tribe of women who live amongst mortal men to their great
                  
                  
                  
                  trouble,
                   no help meets
                  
                  
                  
                  in hateful poverty, but only in wealth.
                   And as in
                  
                  
                  
                  thatched hives bees feed the drones whose nature is to do mischief –
                   by day and
                  
                  
                  
                  throughout the day until the sun goes down the bees are busy and lay the white
                  
                  
                  
                  combs,
                   while the
                  
                  
                  
                  drones stay at home in the covered skeps and reap the
                  
                  
                  
                  toil of others into their own bellies –
                   even so Zeus
                  
                  
                  
                  who thunders on high made women to be an evil to mortal men,
                   with a
                  
                  
                  
                  nature to do evil.
                   And he gave
                  
                  
                  
                  them a second evil to be the price for the good they had:
                   whoever
                  
                  
                  
                  avoids marriage and the sorrows that women cause, and will not wed,
                   reaches
                  
                  
                  
                  deadly old age without anyone to tend his years,
                   and though
                  
                  
                  
                  he at least has no lack of livelihood while he lives, yet, when he is dead,
                   his kinsfolk
                  
                  
                  
                  divide his possessions amongst them.
                   And as for
                  
                  
                  
                  the man who chooses the lot of marriage and takes a good wife suited to his
                  
                  
                  
                  mind,
                   evil
                  
                  
                  
                  continually contends with good; for whoever happens to have mischievous
                  
                  
                  
                  children,
                   lives always
                  
                  
                  
                  with unceasing grief in his spirit and heart within him; and this evil cannot
                  
                  
                  
                  be healed.
                   
                   So it is not possible to deceive or go beyond the will of Zeus;
                   for not even
                  
                  
                  
                  the son of Iapetus, kindly Prometheus, escaped his
                  
                  
                  
                  heavy anger,
                   but of
                  
                  
                  
                  necessity strong bands confined him,
                   although he
                  
                  
                  
                  knew many a wile.
                   
                   But when first their father was vexed in his heart
                   with Obriareus and Cottus and Gyes,
                   he bound
                  
                  
                  
                  them in cruel bonds,
                   because he
                  
                  
                  
                  was jealous of their exceeding manhood
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  comeliness and great size: and he made them live
                   beneath the
                  
                  
                  
                  wide-pathed earth, where they were afflicted,
                   being set to
                  
                  
                  
                  dwell under the ground, at the end of the earth,
                   at its great
                  
                  
                  
                  borders, in bitter anguish for a long time
                   and with
                  
                  
                  
                  great grief at heart.
                   But the son
                  
                  
                  
                  of Cronos and the other deathless gods
                   whom
                  
                  
                  
                  rich-haired Rhea bare from union with Cronos,
                   brought them
                  
                  
                  
                  up again to the light at Earth's advising.
                   For she
                  
                  
                  
                  herself recounted all things to the gods fully,
                   how that
                  
                  
                  
                  with these they would gain victory and a glorious cause to vaunt themselves.
                   For the
                  
                  
                  
                  Titan gods and as many as sprang from Cronos had long
                  
                  
                  
                  been fighting together in stubborn war
                   with
                  
                  
                  
                  heart-grieving toil, the lordly Titans from high Othyrs,
                  
                  
                  
                  but the gods, givers of good,
                   whom
                  
                  
                  
                  rich-haired Rhea bare in union with Cronos, from
                  
                  
                  
                  Olympus.
                   So they,
                  
                  
                  
                  with bitter wrath, were fighting continually with one another at that time for
                  
                  
                  
                  ten full years,
                   and the hard
                  
                  
                  
                  strife had no close or end for either side,
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  issue of the war hung evenly balanced.
                   But when he
                  
                  
                  
                  had provided those three with all things fitting,
                   nectar and
                  
                  
                  
                  ambrosia which the gods themselves eat,
                   and when
                  
                  
                  
                  their proud spirit revived within them all after they had fed on nectar and
                  
                  
                  
                  delicious ambrosia,
                   then it was
                  
                  
                  
                  that the father of men and gods spoke amongst them:
                   
                   `Hear me, bright children of Earth and Heaven,
                   that I may
                  
                  
                  
                  say what my heart within me bids.
                   A long while
                  
                  
                  
                  now have we, who are sprung from Cronos and the Titan
                  
                  
                  
                  gods,
                   fought with
                  
                  
                  
                  each other every day to get victory and to prevail.
                   But do you
                  
                  
                  
                  show your great might and unconquerable strength,
                   and face the
                  
                  
                  
                  Titans in bitter strife; for remember our friendly kindness,
                   and from
                  
                  
                  
                  what sufferings you are come back to the light from your cruel bondage
                    under misty gloom through our counsels.'
                   
                   `Divine one,
                  
                  
                  
                  you speak that which we know well: nay, even of ourselves
                   we know that
                  
                  
                  
                  your wisdom and understanding is exceeding,
                   and that you
                  
                  
                  
                  became a defender of the deathless ones from chill doom.
                   And through
                  
                  
                  
                  your devising we are come back again from the murky gloom
                   and from our
                  
                  
                  
                  merciless bonds,
                   enjoying
                  
                  
                  
                  what we looked not for, O lord,
                   son of Cronos. And so now with fixed purpose and deliberate
                  
                  
                  
                  counsel
                   we will aid
                  
                  
                  
                  your power in dreadful strife
                   and will
                  
                  
                  
                  fight against the Titans in hard battle.'
                   
                   So he said: and the gods, givers of good things, applauded
                   when they
                  
                  
                  
                  heard his word, and their spirit longed for war even more than before,
                   and they
                  
                  
                  
                  all, both male and female, stirred up hated battle that day,
                   the Titan
                  
                  
                  
                  gods, and all that were born of Cronos together
                   with those
                  
                  
                  
                  dread, mighty ones of overwhelming strength whom Zeus brought up
                   to the light
                  
                  
                  
                  from Erebus beneath the earth.
                   An hundred
                  
                  
                  
                  arms sprang from the shoulders of all alike,
                   and each had
                  
                  
                  
                  fifty heads growing upon his shoulders upon stout limbs.
                   These, then,
                  
                  
                  
                  stood against the Titans in grim strife, holding huge rocks in their strong
                  
                  
                  
                  hands.
                   And on the
                  
                  
                  
                  other part the Titans eagerly strengthened their ranks,
                   and both
                  
                  
                  
                  sides at one time showed the work of their hands and their might.
                   The
                  
                  
                  
                  boundless sea rang terribly around, and the earth crashed loudly:
                   wide Heaven
                  
                  
                  
                  was shaken and groaned, and high Olympus reeled from its foundation
                   under the
                  
                  
                  
                  charge of the undying gods,
                   and a heavy
                  
                  
                  
                  quaking reached dim Tartarus and the deep sound of
                  
                  
                  
                  their feet
                   in the
                  
                  
                  
                  fearful onset and of their hard missiles. So, then, they launched their
                  
                  
                  
                  grievous shafts
                   upon one
                  
                  
                  
                  another, and the cry of both armies as they shouted
                   reached to
                  
                  
                  
                  starry heaven; and they met together with a great battle-cry.
                   
                   Then Zeus no longer held back his might;
                   but straight
                  
                  
                  
                  his heart was filled with fury and he showed forth all his strength.
                   From Heaven
                  
                  
                  
                  and from Olympus he came forthwith, hurling his lightning:
                   the bold
                  
                  
                  
                  flew thick and fast from his strong hand together with thunder
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  lightning, whirling an awesome flame. The life-giving earth crashed around in
                  
                  
                  
                  burning,
                   and the vast
                  
                  
                  
                  wood crackled loud with fire all about. All the land seethed,
                   and Ocean's
                  
                  
                  
                  streams and the unfruitful sea. The hot vapour lapped
                  
                  
                  
                  round the earthborn Titans:
                   flame
                  
                  
                  
                  unspeakable rose to the bright upper air: the flashing glare of the thunder-
                   stone and
                  
                  
                  
                  lightning blinded their eyes for all that there were strong. Astounding heat
                  
                  
                  
                  seized Chaos:
                    and to see with eyes and to hear the sound
                  
                  
                  
                  with ears it seemed even as if Earth and wide Heaven above
                   came
                  
                  
                  
                  together; for such a mighty crash would have arisen if Earth were being hurled
                  
                  
                  
                  to ruin,
                   and Heaven
                  
                  
                  
                  from on high were hurling her down; so great a crash was there
                   while the
                  
                  
                  
                  gods were meeting together in strife. Also the winds brought rumbling
                   earthquake
                  
                  
                  
                  and duststorm, thunder and lightning and the lurid
                  
                  
                  
                  thunderbolt,
                   which are
                  
                  
                  
                  the shafts of great Zeus, and carried the clangour and the warcry
           into the
                  
                  
                  
                  midst of the two hosts. An horrible uproar of terrible strife arose:
                   mighty deeds
                  
                  
                  
                  were shown and the battle inclined. But until then,
                   they kept at
                  
                  
                  
                  one another and fought continually in cruel war.
                   
                    And amongst the foremost Cottus and Briareos and Gyes
                       insatiate
                  
                  
                  
                  for war raised fierce fighting: three hundred rocks,
                   one upon
                  
                  
                  
                  another, they launched from their strong hands
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  overshadowed the Titans with their missiles, and buried them beneath
                   the wide-pathed earth, and bound them in bitter chains when they had
                  
                  
                  
                  conquered them
                   by their
                  
                  
                  
                  strength for all their great spirit, as far beneath the earth
                   to Tartarus. For a brazen anvil falling down from heaven nine
                  
                  
                  
                  nights and days
                   would reach
                  
                  
                  
                  the earth upon the tenth: and again, a brazen anvil falling from earth nine
                  
                  
                  
                  nights and days
                   would reach Tartarus upon the tenth. Round it runs a fence of bronze,
                   and night
                  
                  
                  
                  spreads in triple line all about it like a neck-circlet, while above grow
                   the roots of
                  
                  
                  
                  the earth and unfruitful sea. There by the counsel of Zeus
                   who drives
                  
                  
                  
                  the clouds the Titan gods are hidden under misty gloom,
                   in a dark
                  
                  
                  
                  place where are the ends of the huge earth. And they may not go out;
                   for Poseidon
                  
                  
                  
                  fixed gates of bronze upon it, and a wall runs all round it
                   on every
                  
                  
                  
                  side. There Gyes and Cottus and great-souled Obriareus live,
                   trusty
                  
                  
                  
                  warders of Zeus who holds the aegis.
                   
                    And there, all in their order, are the sources and ends
                   of gloomy
                  
                  
                  
                  earth and misty Tartarus and the unfruitful sea
                   and starry
                  
                  
                  
                  heaven, loathsome and dark,
                   which even
                  
                  
                  
                  the gods abhor.
                   It is a
                  
                  
                  
                  great gulf, and if once a man were within the gates, he would
                   not reach
                  
                  
                  
                  the floor until a whole year had reached its end,
                   but cruel blast
                  
                  
                  
                  upon blast would carry him this way and that.
                   And this
                  
                  
                  
                  marvel is awful
                   even to the
                  
                  
                  
                  deathless gods.
                   
                   There stands the awful home of murky Night
                   wrapped in dark clouds. In front of it the son of Iapetus stands
                  
                  
                  
                  immovably upholding the wide heaven upon his head
                   and unwearying hands, where Night and Day draw near
                   and greet
                  
                  
                  
                  one another as they pass the great threshold of bronze:
                   and while
                  
                  
                  
                  the one is about to go down into the house, the other comes out at the door.
                   And the
                  
                  
                  
                  house never holds them both within; but always one
                   is without
                  
                  
                  
                  the house passing over the earth, while the other stays at home
                   and waits
                  
                  
                  
                  until the time for her journeying come; and the one holds
                   all-seeing
                  
                  
                  
                  light for them on earth, but the other holds in her arms
                   Sleep the
                  
                  
                  
                  brother of Death, even evil Night, wrapped in a vaporous cloud.
                   
                    And there the children of dark Night have their dwellings,
                   Sleep and
                  
                  
                  
                  Death, awful gods. The glowing Sun never looks upon them with his beams,
                    neither as he goes up into heaven, nor as he
                  
                  
                  
                  comes down from heaven.
                   And the
                  
                  
                  
                  former of them roams peacefully over the earth and the sea's
                   broad back
                  
                  
                  
                  and is kindly to men; but the other has a heart of iron,
                   and his
                  
                  
                  
                  spirit within him is pitiless as bronze:
                   whomsoever
                  
                  
                  
                  of men he has once seized he holds fast:
                   and he is
                  
                  
                  
                  hateful even to the deathless gods.
                   
                   There, in front, stand the echoing halls of the god of the
                  
                  
                  
                  lower-world,
                   strong
                  
                  
                  
                  Hades, and of awful Persephone.
                   A fearful
                  
                  
                  
                  hound guards the house in front,
                   pitiless,
                  
                  
                  
                  and he has a cruel trick.
                   On those who
                  
                  
                  
                  go in the fawns with his tail and both is ears,
                   but suffers
                  
                  
                  
                  them not to go out back again, but keeps watch
                   and devours
                  
                  
                  
                  whomsoever he catches going out of the gates
                   of strong
                  
                  
                  
                  Hades and awful Persephone.
                   
                   And there dwells the goddess loathed by the deathless gods, terrible
                  
                  
                  
                  Styx,
                   eldest
                  
                  
                  
                  daughter of back-flowing  Ocean.
                   She lives
                  
                  
                  
                  apart from the gods in her glorious house vaulted
                   over with
                  
                  
                  
                  great rocks and propped up to heaven all round
                   with silver
                  
                  
                  
                  pillars. Rarely does the daughter of Thaumas, swift-footed
                  
                  
                  
                  Iris,
                   come to her
                  
                  
                  
                  with a message over the sea's wide back.
                   But when
                  
                  
                  
                  strife and quarrel arise among the deathless gods, and when any of them
                   who live in
                  
                  
                  
                  the house of Olympus lies, then Zeus sends Iris to bring in a golden jug
                   the great
                  
                  
                  
                  oath of the gods from far away, the famous cold water which trickles down
                   from a high
                  
                  
                  
                  and beetling rock. Far under the wide-pathed earth a
                  
                  
                  
                  branch of Oceanus flows
                   through the
                  
                  
                  
                  dark night out of the holy stream, and a tenth part of his water is allotted to
                  
                  
                  
                  her.
                   With nine
                  
                  
                  
                  silver-swirling streams he winds about the earth
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  sea's wide back, and then falls into the main;
                   but the
                  
                  
                  
                  tenth flows out from a rock, a sore trouble to the gods.
                   For whoever
                  
                  
                  
                  of the deathless gods that hold the peaks of snowy Olympus
                   pours a
                  
                  
                  
                  libation of her water is forsworn, lies breathless until a full year is
                  
                  
                  
                  completed,
                   and never
                  
                  
                  
                  comes near to taste ambrosia and nectar, but lies spiritless and voiceless on a
                  
                  
                  
                  strewn bed:
                   and a heavy
                  
                  
                  
                  trance overshadows him. But when he has spent a long year in his sickness,
                   another
                  
                  
                  
                  penance and an harder follows after the first. For nine years he is cut off
                   from the
                  
                  
                  
                  eternal gods and never joins their councils of their feasts, nine full years.
                   But in the
                  
                  
                  
                  tenth year he comes again to join the assemblies of the deathless gods
                   who live in
                  
                  
                  
                  the house of Olympus. Such an oath, then,
                   did the gods
                  
                  
                  
                  appoint the eternal and primaeval water of Styx to
                  
                  
                  
                  be:
                   and it
                  
                  
                  
                  spouts through a rugged place.
                   
                   And there, all in their order,
                   are the
                  
                  
                  
                  sources and ends of the dark earth and misty Tartarus
           and the
                  
                  
                  
                  unfruitful sea and starry heaven, loathsome and dank, which even the gods
                  
                  
                  
                  abhor.
                   And there
                  
                  
                  
                  are shining gates and an immoveable threshold of bronze
                   having
                  
                  
                  
                  unending roots and it is grown of itself.
                   And beyond,
                  
                  
                  
                  away from all the gods, live the Titans, beyond gloomy Chaos.
                   But the
                  
                  
                  
                  glorious allies of loud-crashing Zeus have their dwelling upon Ocean's
                  
                  
                  
                  foundations,
                   even Cottus and Gyes; but Briareos, being goodly, the deep-roaring Earth-Shaker
                   made his
                  
                  
                  
                  son-in-law, giving him Cymopolea his daughter to wed.
                   
                   But when Zeus had driven the Titans from heaven,
                   huge Earth
                  
                  
                  
                  bare her youngest child Typhoeus of the love of Tartarus,
                   by the aid
                  
                  
                  
                  of golden Aphrodite. Strength was with his hands in all
                   that he did
                  
                  
                  
                  and the feet of the strong god were untiring.
                   From his
                  
                  
                  
                  shoulders grew an hundred heads of a snake, a fearful dragon,
                   with dark,
                  
                  
                  
                  flickering tongues, and from under the brows of his eyes
                   in his marvellous heads flashed fire, and fire burned from his
                  
                  
                  
                  heads as he glared.
                   And there
                  
                  
                  
                  were voices in all his dreadful heads which uttered every kind of sound
                   unspeakable;
                  
                  
                  
                  for at one time they made sounds such that the gods understood,
                   but at
                  
                  
                  
                  another, the noise of a bull bellowing aloud in proud ungovernable fury;
                   and at
                  
                  
                  
                  another, the sound of a lion, relentless of heart; and at anothers,
                  
                  
                  
                  sounds like whelps,
                   wonderful to
                  
                  
                  
                  hear; and again, at another, he would hiss, so that the high mountains
                  
                  
                  
                  re-echoed.
                   And truly a
                  
                  
                  
                  thing past help would have happened on that day,
                    and he would have come to reign over mortals
                  
                  
                  
                  and immortals, had not the father of men and gods
                   been quick
                  
                  
                  
                  to perceive it. But he thundered hard and mightily: and the earth around
                   resounded
                  
                  
                  
                  terribly and the wide heaven above, and the sea and Ocean's streams
                   and the
                  
                  
                  
                  nether parts of the earth. Great Olympus reeled beneath
                   the divine
                  
                  
                  
                  feet of the king as he arose and earth groaned thereat.
                   And through
                  
                  
                  
                  the two of them heat took hold on the dark-blue sea,
                   through the
                  
                  
                  
                  thunder and lightning, and through the fire from the monster,
                    and the scorching winds and blazing
                  
                  
                  
                  thunderbolt. The whole earth seethed,
                   and sky and
                  
                  
                  
                  sea: and the long waves raged along the beaches round and about,
                   at the rush
                  
                  
                  
                  of the deathless gods: and there arose an endless shaking. Hades trembled
                   where he
                  
                  
                  
                  rules over the dead below, and the Titans under Tartarus who live with Cronos,
                   because of
                  
                  
                  
                  the unending clamour and the fearful strife. So when
                  
                  
                  
                  Zeus had raised up his might
                   and seized
                  
                  
                  
                  his arms, thunder and lightning and lurid thunderbolt, he leaped form Olympus
                   and struck
                  
                  
                  
                  him, and burned all the marvellous heads of the
                  
                  
                  
                  monster about him.
                   But when
                  
                  
                  
                  Zeus had conquered him and lashed him with strokes,
                   Typhoeus was hurled
                  
                  
                  
                  down, a maimed wreck, so that the huge earth groaned.
                   And flame
                  
                  
                  
                  shot forth from the thunder-stricken lord in the dim rugged glens of the mount),
                   when he was
                  
                  
                  
                  smitten. A great part of huge earth was scorched by the terrible vapour
           and melted
                  
                  
                  
                  as tin melts when heated by men's art in channelled crucibles;
                   or as iron,
                  
                  
                  
                  which is hardest of all things, is softened by glowing fire in mountain glens
                   and melts in
                  
                  
                  
                  the divine earth through the strength of Hephaestus. Even so,
                   then, the
                  
                  
                  
                  earth melted in the glow of the blazing fire. And in the bitterness of his
                  
                  
                  
                  anger
                   Zeus cast
                  
                  
                  
                  him into wide Tartarus.
                   
                   And from Typhoeus come boisterous winds
                   which blow
                  
                  
                  
                  damply, except Notus and Boreas and clear Zephyr.
                   These are a
                  
                  
                  
                  god-sent kind, and a great blessing to men;
                   but the
                  
                  
                  
                  others blow fitfully upon the seas. Some rush upon the misty sea
                   and work
                  
                  
                  
                  great havoc among men with their evil, raging blasts;
                   for varying
                  
                  
                  
                  with the season they blow, scattering ships and destroying sailors. And men
                   who meet
                  
                  
                  
                  these upon the sea have no help against the mischief.
                   Others again
                  
                  
                  
                  over the boundless, flowering earth spoil the fair fields of men who dwell
                  
                  
                  
                  below,
                   filling them
                  
                  
                  
                  with dust and cruel uproar.
                   
                   But when the blessed gods had finished their toil, and settled by
                  
                  
                  
                  force
                   their
                  
                  
                  
                  struggle for honours with the Titans, they pressed
                  
                  
                  
                  far-seeing Olympian Zeus
                   to reign and
                  
                  
                  
                  to rule over them, by Earth's prompting.
                   So he
                  
                  
                  
                  divided their dignities amongst them.
                   
                   Now Zeus, king of the gods, made Metis his
                  
                  
                  
                  wife first, and she was wisest among gods and mortal men.
                   But when she was about to bring forth the goddess bright-eyed Athene, Zeus craftily deceived her with cunning words and put her in his own belly, as
                  
                  
                  
                  Earth and starry Heaven advised.
                   For they advised him so, to the end that no other should hold royal sway over the eternal gods in place of Zeus; for very wise children were destined to be born
                  
                  
                  
                  of her,
                   first the maiden bright-eyed Tritogeneia, equal to her father in strength and in wise understanding; but afterwards she was to bear a son of
                  
                  
                  
                  overbearing spirit,
                   king of gods
                  
                  
                  
                  and men. But Zeus put her into his own belly first, that the goddess might
                  
                  
                  
                  devise for him both good and evil.
                   
                   Next he married bright Themis who bare the Horae (Hours),
                   and Eunomia (Order), Dike (Justice), and blooming Eirene (Peace),
                   who mind the
                  
                  
                  
                  works of mortal men,
                   and the Moerae (Fates) to whom wise Zeus gave the greatest honour,
                   Clotho, and Lachesis, and Atropos
                       who give
                  
                  
                  
                  mortal men evil and good to have.
                   
                   And Eurynome, the daughter of Ocean,
                  
                  
                  
                  beautiful in form,
                   bare him
                  
                  
                  
                  three fair-cheeked Charites (Graces),
                   Aglaea, and Euphrosyne, and lovely Thaleia,
                   from whose
                  
                  
                  
                  eyes as they glanced flowed love that unnerves the limbs:
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  beautiful is their glance beneath their brows.
                   
                   Also he came to the bed of all-nourishing Demeter,
                   and she bare
                  
                  
                  
                  white-armed Persephone whom Aidoneus carried off from
                  
                  
                  
                  her mother;
                   but wise
                  
                  
                  
                  Zeus gave her to him.
                   
                   And again, he loved Mnemosyne with the beautiful hair:
                   and of her
                  
                  
                  
                  the nine gold-crowned Muses were born
                   who delight
                  
                  
                  
                  in feasts and the pleasures of song.
                   
                   And Leto was joined in love with Zeus who
                  
                  
                  
                  holds the aegis,
                   and bare
                  
                  
                  
                  Apollo and Artemis delighting in arrows,
                   children
                  
                  
                  
                  lovely above all the sons of Heaven.
                   
                    Lastly, he made Hera his blooming wife:
                   and she was
                  
                  
                  
                  joined in love with the king of gods and men,
                   and brought
                  
                  
                  
                  forth Hebe and Ares and Eileithyia.
                   
                   But Zeus himself gave birth from his own head to bright-eyed Tritogeneia (29),
                   the awful,
                  
                  
                  
                  the strife-stirring, the host-leader, the unwearying,
                  
                  
                  
                  the queen,
                    who delights in tumults and wars and battles.
                   But Hera
                  
                  
                  
                  without union with Zeus –
                   for she was
                  
                  
                  
                  very angry and quarrelled with her mate –
                   bare famous
                  
                  
                  
                  Hephaestus, who is skilled in crafts more than all the sons of Heaven
                   
                   And of Amphitrite and the loud-roaring Earth-Shaker was born great,
                   wide-ruling
                  
                  
                  
                  Triton, and he owns the depths of the sea, living with his dear mother
                   and the lord
                  
                  
                  
                  his father in their golden house, an awful god.
                   
                   Also Cytherea bare to Ares the
                  
                  
                  
                  shield-piercer Panic and Fear, terrible gods
                   who drive in
                  
                  
                  
                  disorder the close ranks of men in numbing war, with the help of Ares,
                   sacker of
                  
                  
                  
                  towns: and Harmonia whom high-spirited Cadmus made
                  
                  
                  
                  his wife.
                   
                   And Maia, the daughter of Atlas, bare to Zeus glorious Hermes,
                   the herald
                  
                  
                  
                  of the deathless gods, for she went up into his holy bed.
                   
                   And Semele, daughter of Cadmus was joined
                  
                  
                  
                  with him in love and bare him a splendid son,
                   joyous Dionysus,
                  
                  
                  
                  -- a mortal woman an immortal son.
                   And now they
                  
                  
                  
                  both are gods.
                   
                   And Alemena was joined in love with Zeus
                   who drives
                  
                  
                  
                  the clouds and bare mighty Heracles.
                   
                   And Hephaestus, the famous Lame One, made Aglaea,
                   youngest of
                  
                  
                  
                  the Graces, his buxom wife.
                   
                   And golden-haired Dionysus made brown-haired Ariadne,
                   the daughter
                  
                  
                  
                  of Minos, his buxom wife:
                   and the son
                  
                  
                  
                  of Cronos made her deathless and unageing for him.
                   
                   And mighty Heracles, the valiant son of neat-ankled Alemena,
                   when he had
                  
                  
                  
                  finished his grievous toils,
                   made Hebe
                  
                  
                  
                  the child of great Zeus
                   and
                  
                  
                  
                  gold-shod Hera his shy wife in snowy Olympus.
                   Happy he!
                  
                  
                  
                  For he has finished his great works
                   and lives
                  
                  
                  
                  amongst the dying gods, untroubled and unaging all
                  
                  
                  
                  his days.
                   
                   And Perseis, the daughter of Ocean,
                   bare to unwearying Helios Circe and Aeetes the king.
                   And Aeetes, the son of Helios who shows light to men,
                   took to wife
                  
                  
                  
                  fair-cheeked Idyia,
                   daughter of
                  
                  
                  
                  Ocean the perfect stream, by the will of the gods:
                   and she was
                  
                  
                  
                  subject to him in love through golden Aphrodite
                   and bare him
                  
                  
                  
                  neat-ankled Medea.
                   
                   And now farewell, you dwellers on Olympus
                   and you
                  
                  
                  
                  islands and continents and thou briny sea within.
                   Now sing the
                  
                  
                  
                  company of goddesses, sweet-voiced Muses of Olympus,
                   daughter of
                  
                  
                  
                  Zeus who holds the aegis, --
                   even those
                  
                  
                  
                  deathless one who lay with mortal men
                   and bare
                  
                  
                  
                  children like unto gods.
                   
                   Demeter, bright goddess, was joined in sweet love with the hero Iasion
                       in a
                  
                  
                  
                  thrice-ploughed fallow in the rich land of Crete,
                   and bare Plutus, a kindly god
                   who goes
                  
                  
                  
                  everywhere over land and the sea's wide back,
                   and him who
                  
                  
                  
                  finds him and into whose hands he comes he makes rich,
                    bestowing great wealth upon him.
                   
                   And Harmonia, the daughter of golden
                  
                  
                  
                  Aphrodite,
                   bare to
                  
                  
                  
                  Cadmus Ino and Semele and
                  
                  
                  
                  fair-cheeked Agave and Autonoe
           whom long
                  
                  
                  
                  haired Aristaeus wedded,
                   and Polydorus also in rich- crowned Thebe.
                   
                   And the daughter of Ocean, Callirrhoe
                       was joined
                  
                  
                  
                  in the love of rich Aphrodite with stout hearted Chrysaor
           and bare a
                  
                  
                  
                  son who was the strongest of all men, Geryones,
                   whom mighty
                  
                  
                  
                  Heracles killed in sea-girt Erythea
           for the sake
                  
                  
                  
                  of his shambling oxen.
                   
                   And Eos bare to Tithonus brazen-crested Memnon,
                   king of the
                  
                  
                  
                  Ethiopians, and the Lord Emathion.
                   And to Cephalus she bare a splendid son, strong Phaethon,
                   a man like
                  
                  
                  
                  the gods, whom, when he was a young boy
                   in the
                  
                  
                  
                  tender flower of glorious youth
                   with
                  
                  
                  
                  childish thoughts, laughter-loving
                   Aphrodite
                  
                  
                  
                  seized and caught up
                   and made a
                  
                  
                  
                  keeper of her shrine by night, a divine spirit.
                   
                   And the son of Aeson by the will of the
                  
                  
                  
                  gods led away from Aeetes
           the daughter
                  
                  
                  
                  of Aeetes the heaven-nurtured king,
                   when he had
                  
                  
                  
                  finished the many grievous labours which the great
                  
                  
                  
                  king,
                   over bearing Pelias, that outrageous and presumptuous doer of
                  
                  
                  
                  violence,  put upon him.
                   But when the
                  
                  
                  
                  son of Aeson had finished them, he came to Iolcus
           after long
                  
                  
                  
                  toil bringing the coy-eyed girl with him on his swift ship,
                   and made her
                  
                  
                  
                  his buxom wife. And she was subject to Iason,
                  
                  
                  
                  shepherd of the people,
                   and bare a
                  
                  
                  
                  son Medeus whom Cheiron the
                  
                  
                  
                  son of Philyra brought up in the mountains.
                   And the will
                  
                  
                  
                  of great Zeus was fulfilled.
                   
                   But of the daughters of Nereus, the Old
                  
                  
                  
                  man of the Sea,
                   Psamathe the fair
                  
                  
                  
                  goddess, was loved by Aeacus through golden Aphrodite
                  
                  
                  
                  and bare Phocus.
                   And the
                  
                  
                  
                  silver-shod goddess Thetis was subject to Peleus
           and brought
                  
                  
                  
                  forth lion-hearted Achilles, the destroyer of men.
                   
                   And Cytherea with the beautiful crown was
                  
                  
                  
                  joined in sweet love
                   with the
                  
                  
                  
                  hero Anchises and bare Aeneas
                    on the peaks of Ida with its many wooded
                  
                  
                  
                  glens.
                   
                   And Circe the daughter of Helius,
                  
                  
                  
                  Hyperion's son,
                   loved
                  
                  
                  
                  steadfast Odysseus and bare Agrius and Latinus
           who was
                  
                  
                  
                  faultless and strong: also she brought forth Telegonus
           by the will
                  
                  
                  
                  of golden Aphrodite.
                   And they
                  
                  
                  
                  ruled over the famous Tyrenians,
                   very far off
                  
                  
                  
                  in a recess of the holy islands.
                   
                   And the bright goddess Calypso was joined to Odysseus in sweet love,
                   and bare him Nausithous and Nausinous.
                   
                   These are the immortal goddesses who lay with mortal men
                   and bare
                  
                  
                  
                  them children like unto gods.
                   
                   But now, sweet-voiced Muses of Olympus, daughters of Zeus who holds
                  
                  
                  
                  the aegis,
                   sing of the
                  
                  
                  
                  company of women.
                   
 
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