Against the wise Prometheus bitter-wroth the sea-maids [Nereides] were, remembering how that Zeus, moved by his prophecies, unto Peleus gave Thetis to wife, a most unwilling bride.
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Valerius Flaccus, Argonautica 1. Mozley Roman epic C1st A. One one side Thetis, whom a god had hoped to win, is being borne upon the back of a Tyrrhene fish to the bridal chamber of Peleus; the dolphin is speeding over the sea; she herself is sitting with her veil drawn down over her eyes, and is sorrowing that Achilles shall not be born greater than Jupiter [Zeus].
Panope and her sister Doto and Galatea with bare shoulders, revelling in the waves, escort her towards the caverns; Cyclops from the Sicilian shore calls Galatea back.
Thetis and the Nereides guided the ship of the Argonauts safely through the Clashing Rocks. The Argonaut Peleus was Thetis' husband. Apollonius Rhodius, Argonautica 4. Rieu Greek epic C3rd B. There she called to all her sister Nereides to help her. They heard her call, and when they had assembled Thetis told them what Hera wished and sent them speeding off to the Ausonian Sea.
She herself, quick as the twinkle of an eye or the sun's rays when he springs from the world's rim, sped through the water to the beach of Aia on the Tyrrhenian coast. She found the young lords [the Argonauts] by their ship, passing the time with quoits and archery. Drawing near, she touched the hand of the lord Peleus, who was her husband. The rest saw nothing. In the morning you must cast off the hawsers of you gallant ship in obedience to Hera.
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She is your friend and has arranged for the Nereides to foregather quickly and bring Argo safely through the Wandering Rocks, as they are called, that being the way you must follow. But when you see me coming with the rest do not point me out to anyone. Keep my appearance to yourself, or you will make me angrier that you did when you treated me in such a brutal fashion. The Argonauts sailed on in gloom. The Nereides swimming in from all directions, met them here, and Lady Thetis coming up astern laid her hand on the blade of the steering-oar to guide them through the Wandering Rocks.
While she played the steersman's part, nymph after nymph kept leaping from the sea and swimming round Argo, like a school of dolphins gambolling round a moving ship in sunny weather, much to the entertainment of the crew as they see them darting up, now aft, now ahead, and now abeam. But just as they were about to strike the Rocks, the Sea-nymphs, holding their skirts up over their white knees, began to run along on top of the reefs and breaking waves following each other at intervals on either side of the ship.
Argo, caught in the current, was tossed to right and left. Angry seas rose up all round her and crashed down on the Rocks which at one moment soared into the air like peaks, and at the next, sticking fast at the bottom of the sea, were submerged by the raging waters. But the Nereides, passing the ship from hand to hand and side to side, kept her scudding through the air on top of the waves. It was like that game that young girls play beside a sandy beach, when they roll their skirts up to their waists on either side and toss a ball round to one another, throwing it high in the air so that it never touches the ground.
Thus, though the water swirled and seethed around them, these Sea-Nymphai kept Argo from the Rocks. The Nereides worked hard to heave Argo clear of the resounding rocks and it took then as long a time as daylight lingers in an evening of spring. Aeschylus, Nereides lost play Greek tragedy C5th B. She finds Akhilleus Achilles by the dead body of Patroklos Patroclus and promises to procure from Hephaistos Hephaestus new armour that he may take vengeance on Hektor Hector , who has been exulting over the death of Patroklos.
Weir Smyth Greek tragedy C5th B. Pausanias, Description of Greece 5. Jones Greek travelogue C2nd A. The horses have golden wings, and a man is giving armour to one of the women. I conjecture that this scene refers to the death of Patroklos Patroclus ; the women in the chariots, I take it, are Nereides, and Thetis is receiving the armour from Hephaistos Hephaestus. And moreover, he who is giving the armour is not strong upon his feet, and a slave follows him behind, holding a pair of fire-tongs.
Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 2. Quintus Smyrnaeus, Fall of Troy 3. With sore anguish all their hearts were smitten: piteously they moaned: their cry shivered along the waves of Hellespont. Then with dark mantles overpalled they sped swiftly to where the Argive men were thronged. As rushed their troop up silver paths of sea, the flood disported round them as they came. With one wild cry they floated up; it rang, a sound as when fleet-flying cranes forebode a great storm. Moaned the Ketea Monsters of the Deep plaintively round that train of mourners.
Fast on sped they to their goal, with awesome cry wailing the while their sister's mighty son. Swiftly from Helikon Helicon the Mousai Muses came heart-burdened with undying grief, for love and honour to the Nereis Nereid starry-eyed. Then Zeus with courage filled the Argive men, that-eyes of flesh might undismayed behold that glorious gathering of Goddesses.
Then those Divine Ones round Akhilleus' corpse pealed forth with one voice from immortal lips a lamentation. Rang again the shores of Hellespont. As rain upon the earth their tears fell round the dead man, Aiakos' Aeacus' son [Akhilleus]; for out of depths of sorrow rose their moan. And all the armour, yea, the tents, the ships of that great sorrowing multitude were wet with tears from ever-welling springs of grief. Then plunged the sun down into Okeanos' Oceanus' stream.
But upon Thetis sleep laid not his hand : still with the deathless Nereides by the sea she sate; on either side the Mousai Muses spake one after other comfortable words to make that sorrowing heart forget its pain. His [the dead Akhilleus'] bones [were laid] in a silver casket laid massy and deep, and banded and bestarred with flashing gold; and Nereus' daughters the Nereides shed ambrosia over them, and precious nards for honour to Akhilleus: fat of kine and amber honey poured they over all. Round them swam Sea-monsters many, children of the brine.
Pseudo-Hyginus, Fabulae 10 trans. Wearing this he slew Hector. The tribes of Nereides sounded for their sire the cry of battle-triumph: unshod, half hidden in the brine, the company rushed raging to combat over the sea. Restless Ino [Leukothea Leucothea ] speeding unarmed into strife with the Satyroi, fell again into her old madness spitting white foam from her maddened lips. Terrible [Nereid] Panopeia also shot through the quiet water flogging the greeny back of a sealioness.
The Nereides drove their fishes like swift-moving horses about the watery goal of their contest. Another opposite handling her reins on a dolphin's back peeped out over the water, and moved on her seaborne course as she rode down the quiet sea on the fish in a wild race over the waters; then the mad dolphin travelling in the sea half-visible cut through his fellow dolphins. Sappho, Fragment 5 trans. Greek Lyric I C6th B. Bacchylides, Fragment 63 trans. Campbell B. Amphitrite was the mother of the dolphins]. Aristophanes, Thesmophoriazusae trans. O'Neill Greek comedy C5th to 4th B.
Plato, Critias Greek philosopher C4th B. Orphic Hymn 24 to the Nereides trans. Taylor Greek hymns C3rd B. Reaching her father's splendid halls, she reined in, just at the gates--her brothers clustering round her, men like gods, released the mules from the yoke and brought the clothes indoors as Nausicaa made her way toward her bedroom. There her chambermaid lit a fire for her-- Eurymedusa, the old woman who'd come from Apiraea years ago, when the rolling ships had sailed her in 10 and the country picked her out as King Alcinous' prize, for he ruled all the Phaeacians, they obeyed him like a god.
Once, she had nursed the white armed princess in the palace. Now she lit a fire and made her supper in the room. At the same time, Odysseus set off toward the city. Pallas Athena, harboring kindness for the hero, drifted a heavy mist around him, shielding him from any swaggering islander who'd cross his path, provoke him with taunts and search out who he was. Instead, as he was about to enter the welcome city, 20 the bright eyed goddess herself came up to greet him there, for all the world like a young girl, holding a pitcher, standing face to face with the visitor, who asked, "Little girl, now wouldn't you be my guide to the palace of the one they call Alcinous?
The king who rules the people of these parts. I am a stranger, you see, weighed down with troubles, come this way from a distant, far off shore. So I know no one here, none at all in your city and the farmlands round about.
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Come, quietly too, and I will lead the way. Now not a glance at anyone, not a question. The men here never suffer strangers gladly, have no love for hosting a man from foreign lands. All they really trust are their fast, flying ships that cross the mighty ocean. Gifts of Poseidon, ah what ships they are-; 40 quick as a bird, quick as a darting thought! But the famed Phaeacian sailors never saw him, right in their midst, striding down their streets.
Athena the one with lovely braids would not permit it, the awesome goddess poured an enchanted mist around him, harboring kindness for Odysseus in her heart. And he marveled now at the balanced ships and havens, the meeting grounds of the great lords and the long ramparts 50 looming, coped and crowned with palisades of stakes-- an amazing sight to see. And once they reached the king's resplendent halls the bright eyed goddess cried out, "Good old stranger, here, here is the very palace that you're after-- I've pointed you all the way.
Here you'll find our princes dear to the gods, busy feasting. You go on inside. Be bold, nothing to fear. In every venture the bold man comes off best, even the wanderer, bound from distant shores.
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Arete, she is called, and earns the name: she answers all our prayers. She comes, in fact, from the same stock that bred our King Alcinous. First came Nausithous, son of the earthquake god Poseidon and Periboea, the lovely, matchless beauty, the youngest daughter of iron willed Eurymedon, king of the overweening Giants years ago. He led that reckless clan to its own ruin, killed himself in the bargain, but the Sea lord 70 lay in love with Periboea and she produced a son, Nausithous, that lionheart who ruled Phaeacia well.
Now, Nausithous had two sons, Rhexenor and Alcinous, but the lord of the silver bow, Apollo, shot Rhexenor down-- married, true, yet still without a son in the halls, he left one child behind, a daughter named Arete. Alcinous made the girl his wife and honors her as no woman is honored on this earth, of all the wives now keeping households under their husbands' sway.
Such is her pride of place, and always will be so: 80 dear to her loving children, to Alcinous himself and all our people. They gaze on her as a god, saluting her warmly on her walks through town. She lacks nothing in good sense and judgment-- she can dissolve quarrels, even among men, whoever wins her sympathies.
If only our queen will take you to her heart, then there's hope that you will see your loved ones, reach your high roofed house, your native land at last. Now as Odysseus approached Alcinous' famous house a rush of feelings stirred within his heart, bringing him to a standstill, even before he crossed the bronze threshold. A radiance strong as the moon or rising sun came flooding through the high roofed halls of generous King Alcinous. Walls plated in bronze, crowned with a circling frieze glazed as blue as lapis, ran to left and right from outer gates to the deepest court recess.
Solid golden doors enclosed the palace. Up from the bronze threshold silver doorposts rose with silver lintel above, and golden handle hooks.
And dogs of gold and silver were stationed either side, forged by the god of fire with all his cunning craft to keep watch on generous King Alcinous' palace now, his immortal guard dogs, ageless, all their days. Inside to left and right, in a long unbroken row from farthest outer gate to the inmost chamber, thrones stood backed against the wall, each draped with a finely spun brocade, women's handsome work. Here the Phaeacian lords would sit enthroned, dining, drinking--the feast flowed on forever. And young boys, molded of gold, set on pedestals standing firm, were lifting torches high in their hands to flare through the nights and light the feasters down the hall.
And Alcinous has some fifty serving women in his house: some, turning the handmill, grind the apple yellow grain, some weave at their webs or sit and spin their yarn, fingers flickering quick as aspen leaves in the wind and the densely woven woolens dripping oil droplets. Just as Phaeacian men excel the world at sailing, driving their swift ships on the open seas, so the women excel at all the arts of weaving. That is Athena's gift to them beyond all others-; a genius for lovely work, and a fine mind too. Outside the courtyard, fronting the high gates, a magnificent orchard stretches four acres deep with a strong fence running round it side to side.
Here luxuriant trees are always in their prime, pomegranates and pears, and apples glowing red, succulent figs and olives swelling sleek and dark. And the yield of all these trees will never flag or die, neither in winter nor in summer, a harvest all year round for the West Wind always breathing through will bring some fruits to the bud and others warm to ripeness-; pear mellowing ripe on pear, apple on apple, cluster of grapes on cluster, fig crowding fig. And there by the last rows are beds of greens, bordered and plotted, greens of every kind, glistening fresh, year in, year out.
And last, there are two springs, one rippling in channels over the whole orchard--the other, flanking it, rushes under the palace gates to bubble up in front of the lofty roofs where the city people come and draw their water. Such the gifts, the glories showered down by the gods on King Alcinous' realm. And there Odysseus stood, gazing at all this bounty, a man who'd borne so much. Once he'd had his fill of marveling at it all, he crossed the threshold quickly, strode inside the palace.
Here he found the Phaeacian lords and captains tipping out libations now to the guide and giant killer Hermes, the god to whom they would always pour the final cup before they sought their beds. Odysseus went on striding down the hall, the man of many struggles shrouded still in the mist Athena drifted round him, till he reached Arete and Alcinous the king.
And then, the moment he flung his arms around Arete's knees, the godsent mist rolled back to reveal the great man. And silence seized the feasters all along the hall-- seeing him right before their eyes, they marveled, gazing on him now as Odysseus pleaded, "Queen, Arete, daughter of godlike King Rhexenor! Here after many trials I come to beg for mercy, your husband's, yours, and all these feasters' here. May the gods endow them with fortune all their lives, may each hand down to his sons the riches in his house and the pride of place the realm has granted him.
But as for myself, grant me a rapid convoy home to my own native land. How far away I've been from all my loved ones-;how long I have suffered! At last the old revered Echeneus broke the spell, the eldest lord in Phaeacia, finest speaker too, a past master at all the island's ancient ways.
Impelled by kindness now, he rose and said, "This is no way, Alcinous. How indecent, look, our guest on the ground, in the ashes by the fire! Come, raise him up and seat the stranger now, in a silver studded chair, and tell the heralds to mix more wine for all so we can pour out cups to Zeus who loves the lightning, champion of suppliants--suppliants' rights are sacred.
And let the housekeeper give our guest his supper, unstinting with her stores. A maid brought water soon in a graceful golden pitcher and over a silver basin tipped it out so the guest might rinse his hands, then pulled a gleaming table to his side. A staid housekeeper brought on bread to serve him, appetizers aplenty too, lavish with her bounty. As long suffering great Odysseus ate and drank, the hallowed King Alcinous called his herald: "Come, Pontonous! Mix the wine in the bowl, pour rounds to all our banqueters in the house so we can pour out cups to Zeus who loves the lightning, champion of suppliants--suppliants' rights are sacred.
And once they'd poured libations out and drunk to their hearts' content, Alcinous rose and addressed his island people: "Hear me, lords and captains of Phaeacia, hear what the heart inside me has to say. Now, our feast finished, home you go to sleep. But at dawn we call the elders in to full assembly, host our guest in the palace, sacrifice to the gods and then we turn our minds to his passage home, so under our convoy our new friend can travel back to his own land--no toil, no troubles--soon, rejoicing, even if his home's a world away.
And on the way no pain or hardship suffered, not till he sets foot on native ground again. There in the future he must suffer all that Fate and the overbearing Spinners spun out on his life line the very day his mother gave him birth. But if he's one of the deathless powers, out of the blue, the gods are working now in strange, new ways. Always, up to now, they came to us face to face whenever we'd give them grand, glorious sacrifices-- they always sat beside us here and shared our feasts. Even when some lonely traveler meets them on the roads, they never disguise themselves.
We're too close kin for that, close as the wild Giants are, the Cyclops too. I'm nothing like the immortal gods who rule the skies, either in build or breeding. I'm just a mortal man. Whom do you know most saddled down with sorrow? They are the ones I'd equal, grief for grief. And I could tell a tale of still more hardship, all I've suffered, thanks to the gods' will. But despite my misery, let me finish dinner. Always insisting, pressing, it never lets us forget-- destroyed as I am, my heart racked with sadness, sick with anguish, still it keeps demanding, 'Eat, drink!
How much I have suffered. Oh just let me see my lands, my serving men and the grand high roofed house-- then I can die in peace. And once they'd poured libations out and drunk to their hearts' content, each one made his way to rest in his own house. But King Odysseus still remained at hall, seated beside the royal Alcinous and Arete as servants cleared the cups and plates away. Who are you? Maya is determined to meet one, but Cat wants nothing to do with them.
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Maggie Thrash has spent basically every summer of her fifteen-year-old life at the one-hundred-year-old Camp Bellflower for Girls, set deep in the heart of Appalachia. She's from Atlanta, she's never kissed a guy, she's into Backstreet Boys in a really deep way, and her long summer days are full of a pleasant, peaceful nothing A split-second of innocent physical contact pulls Maggie into a gut-twisting love for an older, wiser, and most surprising of all at least to Maggie , female counselor named Erin.
But Camp Bellflower is an impossible place for a girl to fall in love with another girl, and Maggie's savant-like proficiency at the camp's rifle range is the only thing keeping her heart from exploding. When it seems as if Erin maybe feels the same way about Maggie, it's too much for both Maggie and Camp Bellflower to handle, let alone to understand. Years ago, when House of Leaves was first being passed around, it was nothing more than a badly bundled heap of paper, parts of which would occasionally surface on the Internet.
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On a foggy summer night, eleven people--ten privileged, one down-on-his-luck painter--depart Martha's Vineyard on a private jet headed for New York. Sixteen minutes later, the unthinkable happens: the plane plunges into the ocean. The only survivors are Scott Burroughs--the painter--and a four-year-old boy, who is now the last remaining member of an immensely wealthy and powerful media mogul's family. From the New York Times' bestselling author of The Vacationers, a smart, highly entertaining novel about a tight-knit group of friends from college--their own kids now going to college--and what it means to finally grow up well after adulthood has set in.
Friends and former college bandmates Elizabeth and Andrew and Zoe have watched one another marry, buy real estate, and start businesses and families, all while trying to hold on to the identities of their youth. But nothing ages them like having to suddenly pass the torch of sexuality, independence, and the ineffable alchemy of cool to their own offspring.
Back in the band's heyday, Elizabeth put on a snarl over her Midwestern smile, Andrew let his unwashed hair grow past his chin, and Zoe was the lesbian all the straight women wanted to sleep with.
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Straub packs wisdom and insight and humor together in a satisfying book about neighbors and nosiness, ambition and pleasure, the excitement of youth, the shock of middle age, and the fact that our passions--be they food, or friendship, or music--never go away, they just evolve and grow along with us. The instant" New York Times "bestseller from author, comedian and actor Patton Oswalt, a heartfelt and hilarious "USA TODAY" memoir about coming of age as a performer during the late s while obsessively watching classic films at a legendary theater in Los Angeles.
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Nhat Hanh also shows how to be aware of relationships with others and of the world around us, its beauty and also its pollution and injustices. The Pink Hat Hardcover. By Andrew Joyner. The Magic Misfits Hardcover. Hey, you Yes, you Congratulations on reading this far. As a reward, I'll let you in on a little secret This book isn't just a book. It's a treasure trove of secrets and ciphers and codes and even tricks. Keep your eyes peeled and you'll discover more than just a story--you'll learn how to make your own magic.
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McElderry Books - September 5th, Warcross Hardcover. Published: G. Convinced she's going to be arrested, Emika is shocked when instead she gets a call from the game's creator, the elusive young billionaire Hideo Tanaka, with an irresistible offer. He needs a spy on the inside of this year's tournament in order to uncover a security problem. With no time to lose, Emika's whisked off to Tokyo and thrust into a world of fame and fortune that she's only dreamed of. But soon her investigation uncovers a sinister plot, with major consequences for the entire Warcross empire.
In this sci-fi thriller, 1 New York Times bestselling author Marie Lu conjures an immersive, exhilarating world where choosing who to trust may be the biggest gamble of all. By Chris Ferrie. Published: Sourcebooks Explore - July 4th, Goldfish Ghost Hardcover. By Lemony Snicket. Published: Roaring Brook Press - May 2nd, Off he floats, searching for the perfect home and the perfect friend and then he hears a voice. Just Kids Paperback. By Patti Smith. Final Girls: A Novel Hardcover.
By Riley Sager. In an instant, she became a member of a club no one wants to belong to--a group of similar survivors known in the press as the Final Girls. Lisa, who lost nine sorority sisters to a college dropout's knife; Sam, who went up against the Sack Man during her shift at the Nightlight Inn; and now Quincy, who ran bleeding through the woods to escape Pine Cottage and the man she refers to only as Him.
The three girls are all attempting to put their nightmares behind them, and, with that, one another. Despite the media's attempts, they never meet. Now, Quincy is doing well--maybe even great, thanks to her Xanax prescription. She has a caring almost-fiance, Jeff; a popular baking blog; a beautiful apartment; and a therapeutic presence in Coop, the police officer who saved her life all those years ago. Her memory won't even allow her to recall the events of that night; the past is in the past.
By Kelly Barnhill. Published: Algonquin Young Readers - August 9th, Princess Cora and the Crocodile Hardcover. Theft by Finding: Diaries Hardcover. Published: Little, Brown and Company - May 30th, Now, Sedaris shares his private writings with the world. Theft by Finding , the first of two volumes, is the story of how a drug-abusing dropout with a weakness for the International House of Pancakes and a chronic inability to hold down a real job became one of the funniest people on the planet. By George W. By Deborah Heiligman. Published: Henry Holt and Co.
BYR - April 18th, Mouse Guard: Fall Paperback.
By David Petersen. Strange the Dreamer Hardcover. By Laini Taylor. Tolkien Hardcover. By Caroline McAlister. Published: Roaring Brook Press - March 21st, By Jenny Lawson.
Published: Flatiron Books - March 7th, A Visit from the Goon Squad Paperback. Norse Mythology Hardcover. By Neil Gaiman. Published: W. By Amy Kurzweil Illustrator. Published: Black Balloon Publishing - October 11th, The Princess Diarist Hardcover. By Carrie Fisher. Published: Blue Rider Press - November 22nd, The Warden's Daughter Hardcover.
By Jerry Spinelli. By Trevor Noah. Today Will Be Different Hardcover. By Maria Semple. Published: Little, Brown and Company - October 4th, Beautiful Hardcover. Published: Running Press Kids - September 13th, Some Writer! White Hardcover. By Melissa Sweet. By Leonard S. Marcus Editor , Various Illustrator.
Published: Candlewick - September 27th, Spontaneous Hardcover. By Aaron Starmer. Ghosts Paperback.