You have two sets of readings for this unit. The first set contains three excerpts from Homer and Hesiod that are about Athena and Ares. <\/em><\/strong>The first two excerpts are from the Iliad. This epic poem, probably composed by different authors during a long period of time, was written down for the first time in the 8th century BCE. It is written in a particular poetic meter: dactylic hexameters. Any poetry from ancient Greece and Rome that is written in dactylic hexameter is called epic poetry.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n The\u00a0Iliad\u00a0(\u1f38\u03bb\u03b9\u03ac\u03c2) tells the story of a few weeks in the final year of the siege of Troy, a city in modern-day Turkey, by a coalition of Greek (Achaean) kingdoms. The war started when a Trojan prince, Paris, ran away with Helen, the most beautiful woman in the world and wife of king Menelaos; the scorned husband and all his allies marched against Troy and conquered it after a ten-year long siege. These passages show the involvement of Athena and Ares in the war: first she inspires one of the Greek leaders, Diomedes, to fight the gods on the battlefield; then the two divine siblings come to blows themselves.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n The third one is an excerpt from Hesiod\u2019s\u00a0Theogony, which you have already met in Units 1 and 2.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n The second set of readings are the two parts of <\/em>The Homeric Hymn to Apollo, attributed to the same “Homer” as the Iliad and the Odyssey. It tells the story of the birth of Apollo and Artemis and details some of Apollo’s exploits.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Because of the originally oral nature of these poems, you will notice that there is quite a bit of repetition. You will also notice that characters in the poems have epithets (short descriptors) in front of their names, such as \u201cwhite-armed Hera\u201d. The repetition and the epithets helped people to remember their lines when they were reciting the epic poems (just like the rhyming couplets at the ends of scenes in the plays of Shakespeare).<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n But the moment\u00a0Ares <\/a>\u00a0bane of the living, glimpsed\u00a0Diomedes<\/a>\u00a0he left vast\u00a0Periphas<\/a>\u00a0where he had killed him, and headed straight for the horse-tamer. When they were at close quarters, Ares thrust with his bronze spear over the reins and yoke, at Diomedes, eager to strike him dead: but bright-eyed\u00a0Athene <\/a>caught the spear in her hand, and drove it above the chariot to spend its force in the air. Now, Diomedes, of the loud war-cry, drove his bronze-spear at Ares, and Pallas Athene drove it home into the lower belly, where he wore a defensive apron. There the thrust landed, tearing the flesh, and Diomedes wrenched it free again. Then brazen Ares bellowed as loud as ten thousand warriors shout in battle, when they meet in the war-god\u2019s shadow. The Greeks and Trojans trembled with fear at insatiable Ares\u2019 cry.<\/p>\n Like the dark column that whirls from the cloud when a tornado forms in heated air, so brazen Ares seemed to Diomedes, as he sped through the sky to high heaven. Swiftly he reached the gods\u2019 home on steep Olympus, and sat down at\u00a0Zeus<\/a>\u00a0side, in anguish. Ares showed Zeus the divine ichor flowing from the wound, and spoke in a plaintive voice: \u2018Father Zeus, does it not stir your indignation to see all this violence? We gods always suffer cruelly at each other\u2019s hands when we show mortals favour. We are all at odds with you because you cursed the world with that mad daughter of yours who is ever bent on lawlessness. The rest of us Olympians obey you and bow to you, but you say and do nothing to stop her antics, you condone them rather, simply because this girl who wreaks havoc is yours. Now she spurs on foolhardy Diomedes to vent his anger on us immortals. First in a close encounter he wounded\u00a0Aphrodite <\/a>on the wrist then he ran at me like a very demon. Quick on my feet, I sprang away, or I would have suffered there for ages among the grisly dead, or been crippled by his spear-blows.<\/p>\n Zeus, the Cloud-gatherer, turned on him angrily: \u2018Don\u2019t come here to whine, you backslider. Strife, conflict, and war are all you care for, so much so that I loathe you more than all the other Olympians. You share your mother\u00a0Hera<\/a>\u2019s intolerable, headstrong spirit; she too will scarcely obey my word. I suspect she prompted this and caused your wound. Yet as my offspring I\u2019ll not let you suffer, since it was to me she bore you, though if any other god had fathered so violent a son, you\u2019d have been ranked below the sons of Uranus, long ago.\u2019<\/p>\n So saying, he ordered\u00a0Paeon<\/a>\u00a0to heal him, by spreading soothing ointment on the wound, for Ares was no mortal. He healed the fierce god as swiftly as fig-juice thickens milk that curdles when stirred. Then\u00a0Hebe<\/a>\u00a0bathed him, and dressed him in fine clothes, and he sat down again by Zeus\u2019 side, in all his former glory.<\/p>\n Meanwhile Hera of Argos and\u00a0Alalcomenean<\/a>\u00a0Athene returned to great Zeus\u2019 palace, having forced Ares, bane of the living, to end his murderous progress.<\/p>\n They [the Olympians] clashed with a mighty tumult, earth rang, and heaven echoed with sound like a trumpet blast.\u00a0Zeus,<\/a>\u00a0on Olympus, heard the row, and he laughed to himself with joy, witnessing the immortals\u2019 quarrel.\u00a0Ares,<\/a>\u00a0the breaker of shields, bronze spear in hand, wasting not a moment, leapt at\u00a0Athene,<\/a>\u00a0and began the fight, with a shout of abuse: \u2018Yet again, you gad-fly, you set the immortals at one another, you with your fiery impudence, and your boundless pride. Remember the time when you spurred\u00a0Diomedes <\/a>on to wound me, grasping the spear-shaft yourself, sending that blade straight towards me and tearing my sweet flesh. Now you\u2019ll pay, I say, for all you\u2019ve done.\u2019<\/p>\n With that the murderous war-god lashed out with his long spear, striking her tasselled aegis, that dread aegis that resists even Zeus\u2019s lightning, and she stepped back. Then, in her powerful hand, she grasped a great black jagged stone that men had raised, on the plain, in former times to mark a field boundary. She struck the angry Ares on the neck, and knocked him down, with a clash of armour, and he lay stretched out over an acre of ground, his hair in the dust, Pallas Athene laughed in triumph: \u2018You have still not learnt to know my strength: it\u2019s greater than yours, you fool, if you try and match it with mine. That\u2019s how you\u2019ll shake off the\u00a0Furies<\/a>\u00a0your mother invoked against you, plotting trouble, since you angered her by siding with the insolent Trojans against her Greeks.\u2019<\/p>\n So saying, she turned away her bright gaze, as\u00a0Aphrodite<\/a>, Zeus\u2019 daughter, took his arm and led him from the field, recovering his breath with a groan. But white-armed Hera saw, and called to Athene: \u2018Aegis-bearing\u00a0Atrytone<\/a>, child of Zeus, that gad-fly is helping Ares, the mortals\u2019 bane, through the ranks and away from the battle. After her: quickly!\u2019<\/p>\n Eagerly, Athene sped away in pursuit, at her words, and rushing at Aphrodite struck her a heavy blow on the chest. Aphrodite collapsed, without a murmur. There lay Ares and Aphrodite on the dark earth, while Athene triumphed over them: \u2018May all the rest who help the Trojans meet the same fate! If they are all as brave and resolute as Aphrodite here, Ares\u2019 defender against me, the war will soon be over and populous Troy a ruin.\u2019<\/p>\n [924] But Zeus himself gave birth from his own head to bright-eyed Tritogeneia,29 <\/a><\/sup>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.<\/p>\n [1] I will remember and not be unmindful of Apollo who shoots afar. As he goes through the house of Zeus, the gods tremble before him and all spring up from their seats when he draws near, as he bends his bright bow. [5] But Leto alone stays by the side of Zeus who delights in thunder; and then she unstrings his bow, and closes his quiver, and takes his archery from his strong shoulders in her hands and hangs them on a golden peg against a pillar of his father’s house. Then she leads him to a seat and makes him sit: [10] and the Father gives him nectar in a golden cup welcoming his dear son, while the other gods make him sit down there, and queenly Leto rejoices because she bare a mighty son and an archer. Rejoice, blessed Leto, for you bare glorious children, [15] the lord Apollo and Artemis who delights in arrows; her in Ortygia, and him in rocky\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>, as you rested against the great mass of the Cynthian hill hard by a palm-tree by the streams of Inopus.<\/p>\n How, then, shall I sing of you who in all ways are a worthy theme of song? [20] For everywhere, O Phoebus, the whole range of song is fallen to you, both over the mainland that rears heifers and over the isles. All mountain-peaks and high headlands of lofty hills and rivers flowing out to the deep and beaches sloping seawards and havens of the sea are your delight. [25] Shall I sing how at the first Leto bare you to be the joy of men, as she rested against Mount Cynthus in that rocky isle, in sea-girt\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0\u2014while on either hand a dark wave rolled on landwards driven by shrill winds \u2014whence arising you rule over all mortal men?<\/p>\n [30] Among those who are in\u00a0Crete<\/a><\/span>, and in the township of\u00a0Athens<\/a><\/span>, and in the isle of\u00a0Aegina<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and\u00a0Euboea<\/a><\/span>, famous for ships, in\u00a0Aegae<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and Eiresiae and Peparethus near the sea, in Thracian Athos and\u00a0Pelion<\/a><\/span>‘s towering heights and Thracian Samos and the shady hills of Ida, [35] in Scyros and\u00a0Phocaea<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and the high hill of Autocane and fair-lying Imbros and smouldering\u00a0Lemnos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and rich\u00a0Lesbos<\/a><\/span>, home of\u00a0Macar<\/a><\/span>, the son of Aeolus, and\u00a0Chios<\/a><\/span>, brightest of all the isles that lie in the sea, and craggy Mimas and the heights of Corycus [40] and gleaming Claros and the sheer hill of Aesagea and watered\u00a0Samos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and the steep heights of Mycale, in\u00a0Miletus<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and Cos, the city of Meropian men, and steep\u00a0Cnidos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and windy\u00a0Carpathos<\/a><\/span>, in\u00a0Naxos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and\u00a0Paros<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and rocky Rhenaea \u2014 [45] so far roamed Leto in travail with the god who shoots afar, to see if any land would be willing to make a dwelling for her son. But they greatly trembled and feared, and none, not even the richest of them, dared receive Phoebus, [50] until queenly Leto set foot on\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and uttered winged words and asked her:<\/p>\n \u201cDelos<\/a><\/span>, if you would be willing to be the abode of my son Phoebus Apollo and make him a rich temple \u2014; for no other will touch you, as you will find: and I think you will never be rich in oxen and sheep, [55] nor bear vintage nor yet produce plants abundantly. But if you have the temple of far-shooting Apollo, all men will bring you hecatombs and gather here, and incessant savour of rich sacrifice will always arise, and you will feed those who dwell in you [60] from the hand of strangers; for truly your own soil is not rich.\u201d<\/p>\n So spake Leto. And\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0rejoiced and answered and said: \u201cLeto, most glorious daughter of great Coeus, joyfully would I receive your child the far-shooting lord; for it is all too true that I am ill-spoken of [65] among men, whereas thus I should become very greatly honored. But this saying I fear, and I will not hide it from you, Leto. They say that Apollo will be one that is very haughty and will greatly lord it among gods and men all over the fruitful earth. [70] Therefore, I greatly fear in heart and spirit that as soon as he sees the light of the sun, he will scorn this island \u2014for truly I have but a hard, rocky soil \u2014and overturn me and thrust me down with his feet in the depths of the sea; then will the great ocean wash deep above my head for ever, [75] and he will go to another land such as will please him, there to make his temple and wooded groves. So many-footed creatures of the sea will make their lairs in me and black seals their dwellings undisturbed, because I lack people. Yet if you will but dare to swear a great oath, goddess, [80] that here first he will build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, then let him afterwards [81a] make temples and wooded groves amongst all men; for surely he will be greatly renowned.<\/p>\n So said\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>. And Leto swear the great oath of the gods: \u201cNow hear this, Earth and wide Heaven above, [85] and dropping water of Styx \uff08this is the strongest and most awful oath for the blessed gods\uff09, surely Phoebus shall have here his fragrant altar and precinct, and you he shall honor above all.\u201d<\/p>\n Now when Leto had sworn and ended her oath, [90]\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0was very glad at the birth of the far-shooting lord. But Leto was racked nine days and nine nights with pangs beyond wont. [95] And there were with her all the chiefest of the goddesses, Dione and Rhea and Ichnaea and Themis and loud-moaning Amphitrite and the other deathless goddesses save white-armed Hera, who sat in the halls of cloud-gathering Zeus. Only Eilithyia, goddess of sore travail, had not heard of Leto’s trouble, for she sat on the top of\u00a0Olympus<\/a><\/span>\u00a0beneath golden clouds by white-armed Hera’s [100] contriving, who kept her close through envy, because Leto with the lovely tresses was soon to bear a son faultless and strong.<\/p>\n But the goddesses sent out Iris from the well-set isle to bring Eilithyia, promising her a great necklace strung with golden threads, nine cubits long. [105] And they bade Iris call her aside from white-armed Hera, lest she might afterwards turn her from coming with her words. When swift Iris, fleet of foot as the wind, had heard all this, she set to run; and quickly finishing all the distance she came to the home of the gods, sheer\u00a0Olympus<\/a><\/span>, [110] and forthwith called Eilithyia out from the hall to the door and spoke winged words to her, telling her all as the goddesses who dwell on\u00a0Olympus<\/a><\/span>\u00a0had bidden her. So she moved the heart of Eilithyia in her dear breast; and they went their way, like shy wild-doves in their going.<\/p>\n [115] And as soon as Eilithyia the goddess of sore travail set foot on\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>, the pains of birth seized Leto, and she longed to bring forth; so she cast her arms about a palm tree and kneeled on the soft meadow while the earth laughed for joy beneath. Then the child leaped forth to the light, and all the goddesses raised a cry. [120] Straightway, great Phoebus, the goddesses washed you purely and cleanly with sweet water, and swathed you in a white garment of fine texture, new-woven, and fastened a golden band about you.<\/p>\n Now Leto did not give Apollo, bearer of the golden blade, her breast; but Themis duly poured nectar and ambrosia [125] with her divine hands: and Leto was glad because she had borne a strong son and an archer. But as soon as you had tasted that divine heavenly food, O Phoebus, you could no longer then be held by golden cords nor confined with bands, but all their ends were undone. [130] Forth-with Phoebus Apollo spoke out among the deathless goddesses:<\/p>\n \u201cThe lyre and the curved bow shall ever be dear to me, and I will declare to men the unfailing will of Zeus.\u201d<\/p>\n So said Phoebus, the long-haired god who shoots afar and began to walk upon the wide-pathed earth; [135] and all the goddesses were amazed at him. Then with gold all\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0[was laden, beholding the child of Zeus and Leto, for joy because the god chose her above the islands and shore to make his dwelling in her: and she loved him yet more in her heart.] blossomed as does a mountain-top with woodland flowers.<\/p>\n [140] And you, O lord Apollo, god of the silver bow, shooting afar, now walked on craggy Cynthus, and now kept wandering about the islands and the people in them. Many are your temples and wooded groves, and all peaks and towering bluffs [145] of lofty mountains and rivers flowing to the sea are dear to you, Phoebus, yet in\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0do you most delight your heart; for there the long robed Ionians gather in your honor with their children and shy wives: with boxing and dancing and song, [150] mindful, they delight you so often as they hold their gathering. A man would say that they were deathless and unageing if he should then come upon the Ionians so met together. For he would see the graces of them all, and would be pleased in heart gazing at the men and well-girded women [155] with their swift ships and great wealth. And there is this great wonder besides \u2014and its renown shall never perish \u2014, the girls of\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>, hand-maidens of the Far-shooter; for when they have praised Apollo first, and also Leto and Artemis who delights in arrows, [160] they sing a strain telling of men and women of past days, and charm the tribes of men. Also they can imitate the tongues of all men and their clattering speech: each would say that he himself were singing, so close to truth is their sweet song.<\/p>\n [165] And now may Apollo be favorable and Artemis; and farewell all you maidens. Remember me in after time whenever any one of men on earth, a stranger who has seen and suffered much, comes here and asks of you: \u201cWhom think ye, girls, is the sweetest singer that comes here, and in whom do you most delight?\u201d [170] Then answer, each and all, with one voice: \u201cHe is a blind man, and dwells in rocky\u00a0Chios<\/a><\/span>: his lays are evermore supreme.\u201d As for me, I will carry your renown as far as I roam over the earth [175] to the well-placed cities of man, and they will believe also; for indeed this thing is true. And I will never cease to praise far-shooting Apollo, god of the silver bow, whom rich-haired Leto bare.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n [1] O Lord,\u00a0Lycia<\/a><\/span>\u00a0is yours and lovely\u00a0Maeonia<\/a><\/span>\u00a0[180] and\u00a0Miletus<\/a><\/span>, charming city by the sea, but over wave-girt\u00a0Delos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0you greatly reign your own self.<\/p>\n Leto’s all-glorious son goes to rocky\u00a0Pytho<\/a><\/span>, playing upon his hollow lyre, clad in divine, perfumed garments; and his lyre, [185] at the touch of the golden key, sings sweet. Thence, swift as thought, he speeds from earth to\u00a0Olympus<\/a><\/span>, to the house of Zeus, to join the gathering of the other gods: then straightway the undying gods think only of the lyre and song, and all the Muses together, voice sweetly answering voice, [190] hymn the unending gifts the gods enjoy and the sufferings of men, all that they endure at the hands of the deathless gods, and how they live witless and helpless and cannot find healing for death or defence against old age. Meanwhile the rich-tressed Graces and cheerful Seasons dance with [195] Harmonia and Hebe and Aphrodite, daughter of Zeus, holding each other by the wrist. And among them sings one, not mean nor puny, but tall to look upon and enviable in mien, Artemis who delights in arrows, sister of Apollo. [200] Among them sport Ares and the keen-eyed Slayer of Argus, while Apollo plays his lyre stepping high and featly and a radiance shines around him, the gleaming of his feet and close-woven vest. And they, [205] even gold-tressed Leto and wise Zeus, rejoice in their great hearts as they watch their dear son playing among the undying gods.<\/p>\n How then shall I sing of you \u2014though in all ways you are a worthy theme for song? Shall I sing of you as wooer and in the fields of love, how you went wooing the daughter of Azan [210] along with god-like Ischys the son of well-horsed Elatius, or with Phorbas sprung from Triops, or with Ereutheus, or with Leucippus and the wife of Leucippus … you on foot, he with his chariot, yet he fell not short of Triops. Or shall I sing how at the first [215] you went about the earth seeking a place of oracle for men, O far-shooting Apollo? To Pieria first you went down from\u00a0Olympus<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and passed by sandy Lectus and Enienae and through the land of the Perrhaebi. Soon you came to Iolcus and set foot on Cenaeum in\u00a0Euboea<\/a><\/span>, famed for ships: [220] you stood in the Lelantine plain, but it pleased not your heart to make a temple there and wooded groves. From there you crossed the Euripus, far-shooting Apollo, and went up the green, holy hills, going on to Mycalessus and grassy-bedded Teumessus, [225] and so came to the wood-clad abode of Thebe; for as yet no man lived in holy Thebe, nor were there tracks or ways about Thebe’s wheat-bearing plain as yet.<\/p>\n And further still you went, O far-shooting Apollo, [230] and came to Onchestus, Poseidon’s bright grove: there the new-broken colt distressed with drawing the trim chariot gets spirit again, and the skilled driver springs from his car and goes on his way. Then the horses for a while rattle the empty car, being rid of guidance; [235] and if they break the chariot in the woody grove, men look after the horses, but tilt the chariot and leave it there; for this was the rite from the very first. And the drivers pray to the lord of the shrine; but the chariot falls to the lot of the god.<\/p>\n Further yet you went, O far-shooting Apollo, [240] and reached next Cephissus’ sweet stream which pours forth its sweet-flowing water from Lilaea, and crossing over it, O worker from afar, you passed many-towered Ocalea and reached grassy Haliartus.<\/p>\n Then you went towards Telphusa: and there the pleasant place seemed fit for [245] making a temple and wooded grove. You came very near and spoke to her: \u201cTelphusa, here I am minded to make a glorious temple, an oracle for men, and hither they will always bring perfect hecatombs, [250] both those who live in rich\u00a0Peloponnesus<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and those of\u00a0Europe<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and all the wave-washed isles, coming to seek oracles. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail, giving answer in my rich temple.\u201d<\/p>\n So said Phoebus Apollo, and laid out all the foundations [255] throughout, wide and very long. But when Telphusa saw this, she was angry in heart and spoke, saying: \u201cLord Phoebus, worker from afar, I will speak a word of counsel to your heart, since you are minded to make here a glorious temple to be an oracle for men who will always [260] bring hither perfect hecatombs for you; yet I will speak out, and do you lay up my words in your heart. The trampling of swift horses and the sound of mules watering at my sacred springs will always irk you, and men will like better to gaze at [265] the well-made chariots and stamping, swift-footed horses than at your great temple and the many treasures that are within. But if you will be moved by me \u2014for you, lord, are stronger and mightier than I, and your strength is very great \u2014build at\u00a0Crisa<\/a><\/span>\u00a0below the glades of\u00a0Parnassus<\/a><\/span>: [270] there no bright chariot will clash, and there will be no noise of swift-footed horses near your well-built altar. But so the glorious tribes of men will bring gifts to you as Iepaeon \uff08\u2018Hail-Healer\u2019\uff09, and you will receive with delight rich sacrifices from the people dwelling round about.\u201d [275] So said Telphusa, that she alone, and not the Far-Shooter, should have renown there; and she persuaded the Far-Shooter.<\/p>\n Further yet you went, far-shooting Apollo, until you came to the town of the presumptuous Phlegyae who dwell on this earth [280] in a lovely glade near the Cephisian lake, caring not for Zeus. And thence you went speeding swiftly to the mountain ridge, and came to\u00a0Crisa<\/a><\/span>\u00a0beneath snowy\u00a0Parnassus<\/a><\/span>, a foothill turned towards the west: a cliff hangs over it from above, and a hollow, rugged glade runs under. [285] There the lord Phoebus Apollo resolved to make his lovely temple, and thus he said:<\/p>\n \u201cIn this place I am minded to build a glorious temple to be an oracle for men, and here they will always bring perfect hecatombs, [290] both they who dwell in rich\u00a0Peloponnesus<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and the men of\u00a0Europe<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and from all the wave-washed isles, coming to question me. And I will deliver to them all counsel that cannot fail, answering them in my rich temple.\u201d<\/p>\n When he had said this, Phoebus Apollo laid out all the foundations [295] throughout, wide and very long; and upon these the sons of Erginus, Trophonius and Agamedes, dear to the deathless gods, laid a footing of stone. And the countless tribes of men built the whole temple of wrought stones, to be sung of for ever.<\/p>\n [300] But near by was a sweet flowing spring, and there with his strong bow the lord, the son of Zeus, killed the bloated, great she-dragon, a fierce monster wont to do great mischief to men upon earth, to men themselves and to their thin-shanked sheep; for she was a very bloody plague. [305] She it was who once received from gold-throned Hera and brought up fell, cruel Typhaon to be a plague to men. Once on a time Hera bare him because she was angry with father Zeus, when the Son of Cronos bare all-glorious Athena in his head. Thereupon queenly Hera was angry [310] and spoke thus among the assembled gods:<\/p>\n \u201cHear from me, all gods and goddesses, how cloud-gathering Zeus begins to dishonor me wantonly, when he has made me his true-hearted wife. See now, apart from me he has given birth to bright-eyed Athena [315] who is foremost among all the blessed gods. But my son Hephaestus whom I bare [317a] was weakly among all the blessed gods and shrivelled of foot, a shame and a disgrace to me in heaven, whom I myself took in my hands and cast out so that he fell in the great sea. But silver-shod Thetis the daughter of Nereus [320] took and cared for him with her sisters: would that she had done other service to the blessed gods! O wicked one and crafty! What else will you now devise? How dared you by yourself give birth to bright-eyed Athena? Would not I have borne you a child \u2014I, who was at least called your wife [325] among the undying gods who hold wide heaven. [325a] Beware now lest I devise some evil thing for you hereafter: yes, now I will contrive that a son be born me to be foremost among the undying gods \u2014and that without casting shame on the holy bond of wedlock between you and me. [330] And I will not come to your bed, but will consort with the blessed gods far off from you.\u201d<\/p>\n When she had so spoken, she went apart from the gods, being very angry. Then straightway large-eyed queenly Hera prayed, striking the ground flatwise with her hand, and speaking thus:<\/p>\n [335] \u201cHear now, I pray, Earth and wide Heaven above and you Titan gods who dwell beneath the earth about great Tartarus, and from whom are sprung both gods and men! Harken you now to me, one and all, and grant that I may bear a child apart from Zeus, no wit lesser than him in strength \u2014nay, let him be as much stronger than Zeus as all-seeing Zeus than Cronos.\u201d [340] Thus she cried and lashed the earth with her strong hand. Then the life-giving earth was moved: and when Hera saw it she was glad in heart, for she thought her prayer would be fulfilled. And thereafter she never came to the bed of wise Zeus for a full year, [345] nor to sit in her carved chair as aforetime to plan wise counsel for him, but stayed in her temples where many pray, and delighted in her offerings, large-eyed queenly Hera. But when the months and days were fulfilled [350] and the seasons duly came on as the earth moved round, she bare one neither like the gods nor mortal men, fell, cruel Typhaon, to be a plague to men. Straightway large-eyed queenly Hera took him and bringing one evil thing to another such, gave him to the dragoness; and she received him. [355] And this Typhaon used to work great mischief among the famous tribes of men. Whosoever met the dragoness, the day of doom would sweep him away, until the lord Apollo, who deals death from afar, shot a strong arrow at her. Then she, rent with bitter pangs, lay drawing great gasps for breath and rolling about that place. [360] An awful noise swelled up unspeakable as she writhed continually this way and that amid the wood: and so she left her life, breathing it forth in blood. Then Phoebus Apollo boasted over her:<\/p>\n \u201cNow rot here upon the soil that feeds man’ You at least shall live no more to be a fell bane to men [365] who eat the fruit of the all-nourishing earth, and who will bring hither perfect hecatombs. Against cruel death neither Typhoeus shall avail you nor ill-famed Chimera, but here shall the Earth and shining Hyperion make you rot.\u201d<\/p>\n [370] Thus said Phoebus, exulting over her: and darkness covered her eyes. And the holy strength of Helios made her rot away there; wherefore the place is now called\u00a0Pytho<\/a><\/span>, and men call the lord Apollo by another name, Pythian; because on that spot the power of piercing Helios made the monster rot away.<\/p>\n [375] Then Phoebus Apollo saw that the sweet-flowing spring had beguiled him, and he started out in anger against Telphusa; and soon coming to her, he stood close by and spoke to her:<\/p>\n \u201cTelphusa, you were not, after all, to keep to yourself this lovely place by deceiving my mind, [380] and pour forth your clear flowing water: here my renown shall also be and not yours alone?\u201d<\/p>\n Thus spoke the lord, far-working Apollo, and pushed over upon her a crag with a shower of rocks, hiding her streams: and he made himself an altar in a wooded grove [385] very near the clear-flowing stream. In that place all men pray to the great one by the name Telphusian, because he humbled the stream of holy Telphusa.<\/p>\n Then Phoebus Apollo pondered in his heart what men he should bring in [390] to be his ministers in sacrifice and to serve him in rocky\u00a0Pytho<\/a><\/span>. And while he considered this, he became aware of a swift ship upon the wine-like sea in which were many men and goodly, Cretans from\u00a0Cnossos<\/a><\/span>,1<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0the city of Minos, they who do sacrifice to the prince and announce his decrees, [395] whatsoever Phoebus Apollo, bearer of the golden blade, speaks in answer from his laurel tree below the dells of\u00a0Parnassus<\/a><\/span>. These men were sailing in their black ship for traffic and for profit to sandy\u00a0Pylos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and to the men of\u00a0Pylos<\/a><\/span>. But Phoebus Apollo met them: [400] in the open sea he sprang upon their swift ship, like a dolphin in shape, and lay there, a great and awesome monster, and none of them gave heed so as to understand2<\/sup><\/a>; [402a] but they sought to cast the dolphin overboard. But he kept shaking the black ship every way and making the timbers quiver. So they sat silent in their craft for fear, [405] and did not loose the sheets throughout the black, hollow ship, nor lowered the sail of their dark-prowed vessel, but as they had set it first of all with oxhide ropes, so they kept sailing on; for a rushing south wind hurried on the swift ship from behind. First they passed by Malea, [410] and then along the Laconian coast they came to Taenarum, sea-garlanded town and country of Helios who gladdens men, where the thick-fleeced sheep of the lord Helios feed continually and occupy a gladsome country. There they wished to put their ship to shore, and land [415] and comprehend the great marvel and see with their eyes whether the monster would remain upon the deck of the hollow ship, or spring back into the briny deep where fishes shoal. But the well-built ship would not obey the helm, but went on its way all along\u00a0Peloponnesus<\/a><\/span>: [420] and the lord, far-working Apollo, guided it easily with the breath of the breeze. So the ship ran on its course and came to Arena and lovely Argyphea and Thryon, the ford of Alpheus, and well-placed Aepy and sandy\u00a0Pylos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and the men of\u00a0Pylos<\/a><\/span>; [425] past Cruni it went and\u00a0Chalcis<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and past\u00a0Dyme<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and fair\u00a0Elis<\/a><\/span>, where the Epei rule. And at the time when she was making for Pherae, exulting in the breeze from Zeus, there appeared to them below the clouds the steep mountain of\u00a0Ithaca<\/a><\/span>, and Dulichium and Same and wooded\u00a0Zacynthus<\/a><\/span>. [430] But when they were passed by all the coast of\u00a0Peloponnesus<\/a><\/span>, then, towards\u00a0Crisa<\/a><\/span>, that vast gulf began to heave in sight which through all its length cuts off the rich isle of Pelops. There came on them a strong, clear west-wind by ordinance of Zeus and blew from heaven vehemently, that with all speed [435] the ship might finish coursing over the briny water of the sea. So they began again to voyage back towards the dawn and the sun: and the lord Apollo, son of Zeus, led them on until they reached far-seen\u00a0Crisa<\/a><\/span>, land of vines, and into haven: there the sea-coursing ship grounded on the sands.<\/p>\n [440] Then, like a star at noonday, the lord, far-working Apollo, leaped from the ship: flashes of fire flew from him thick and their brightness reached to heaven. He entered into his shrine between priceless tripods, and there made a flame to flare up bright, showing forth the splendor of his shafts, so that their radiance [445] filled all\u00a0Crisa<\/a><\/span>, and the wives and well-girded daughters of the Crisaeans raised a cry at that outburst of Phoebus; for he cast great fear upon them all. From his shrine he sprang forth again, swift as a thought, to speed again to the ship, bearing the form of a man, brisk and sturdy, [450] in the prime of his youth, while his broad shoulders were covered with his hair: and he spoke to the Cretans, uttering winged words:<\/p>\n \u201cStrangers, who are you? Whence come you sailing along the paths of the sea? Are you for traffic, or do you wander at random over the sea as pirates do who put [455] their own lives to hazard and bring mischief to men of foreign parts as they roam? Why rest you so and are afraid, and do not go ashore nor stow the gear of your black ship? For that is the custom of men who live by bread, whenever they come to land in their dark ships from the main, [460] spent with toil: at once desire for sweet food catches them about the heart.\u201d<\/p>\n So speaking, he put courage in their hearts, and the master of the Cretans answered him and said: \u201cStranger \u2014though you are nothing like mortal men [465] in shape or stature, but are as the deathless gods \u2014hail and all happiness to you, and may the gods give you good. Now tell me truly that I may surely know it: what country is this, and what land, and what men live herein? As for us, with thoughts set otherwards, we were sailing over the great sea [470] to\u00a0Pylos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0from\u00a0Crete<\/a><\/span>\u00a0\uff08for from there we declare that we are sprung\uff09, but now are come on shipboard to this place by no means willingly \u2014another way and other paths \u2014and gladly would we return. But one of the deathless gods brought us here against our will.\u201d<\/p>\n Then far-working Apollo answered them and said: [475] \u201cStrangers who once dwelt about wooded\u00a0Cnossos<\/a><\/span>\u00a0but now shall return no more each to his loved city and fair house and dear wife; here shall you keep my rich temple that is honored by many men. [480] I am the son of Zeus; Apollo is my name: but you I brought here over the wide gulf of the sea, meaning you no hurt; nay, here you shall keep my rich temple that is greatly honored among men, and you shall know the plans of the deathless gods, and by their will [485] you shall be honored continually for all time. And now come, make haste and do as I say. First loose the sheets and lower the sail, and then draw the swift ship up upon the land. Take out your goods and the gear of the straight ship, [490] and make an altar upon the beach of the sea: light fire upon it and make an offering of white meal. Next, stand side by side around the altar and pray: and in as much as at the first on the hazy sea I sprang upon the swift ship in the form of a dolphin, [495] pray to me as Apollo Delphinius; also the altar itself shall be called Delphinius and overlooking3<\/sup><\/a>\u00a0for ever. Afterwards, sup beside your dark ship and pour an offering to the blessed gods who dwell on\u00a0Olympus<\/a><\/span>. But when you have put away craving for sweet food, [500] come with me singing the hymn Ie Paean \uff08Hail, Healer!\uff09, until you come to the place where you shall keep my rich temple.\u201d<\/p>\n So said Apollo. And they readily harkened to him and obeyed him. First they unfastened the sheets and let down the sail and lowered the mast by the forestays upon the mast-rest. [505] Then, landing upon the beach of the sea, they hauled up the ship from the water to dry land and fixed long stays under it. Also they made an altar upon the beach of the sea, and when they had lit a fire, made an offering of white meal, [510] and prayed standing around the altar as Apollo had bidden them. Then they took their meal by the swift, black ship, and poured an offering to the blessed gods who dwell on\u00a0Olympus<\/a><\/span>. And when they had put away craving for drink and food, they started out with the lord Apollo, the son of Zeus, to lead them, [515] holding a lyre in his hands, and playing sweetly as he stepped high and featly. So the Cretans followed him to\u00a0Pytho<\/a><\/span>, marching in time as they chanted the Ie Paean after the manner of the Cretan paean-singers and of those in whose hearts the heavenly Muse has put sweet-voiced song. [520] With tireless feet they approached the ridge and straightway came to\u00a0Parnassus<\/a><\/span>\u00a0and the lovely place where they were to dwell honored by many men. There Apollo brought them and showed them his most holy sanctuary and rich temple.<\/p>\n But their spirit was stirred in their dear breasts, [525] and the master of the Cretans asked him, saying:<\/p>\n \u201cLord, since you have brought us here far from our dear ones and our fatherland, \u2014for so it seemed good to your heart,\u2014tell us now how we shall live. That we would know of you. This land is not to be desired either for vineyards or for pastures [530] so that we can live well thereon and also minister to men.\u201d<\/p>\n Then Apollo, the son of Zeus, smiled upon them and said: \u201cFoolish mortals and poor drudges are you, that you seek cares and hard toils and straits! Easily will I tell you a word and set it in your hearts. [535] Though each one of you with knife in hand should slaughter sheep continually, yet would you always have abundant store, even all that the glorious tribes of men bring here for me. But guard you my temple and receive the tribes of men that gather to this place, [539a] and especially show mortal men my will, and do you keep righteousness in your heart. [539b] But if any shall be disobedient and pay no heed to my warning, [540] or if there shall be any idle word or deed and outrage as is common among mortal men, then other men shall be your masters and with a strong hand shall make you subject for ever. All has been told you: do you keep it in your heart.\u201d<\/p>\n [545] And so, farewell, son of Zeus and Leto; but I will remember you and another hymn also.<\/p>\n <\/p>\nReading Set 1<\/h1>\n
Homer,\u00a0Iliad<\/i><\/strong><\/h2>\n
Book 5, lines 846-909<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Book 21, lines 391-434<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Hesiod,\u00a0Theogony<\/em><\/h2>\n
Lines 924-929t<\/strong><\/h3>\n
Reading Set 2<\/h1>\n
Homer,\u00a0The Hymn to Apollo<\/em><\/h2>\n
\nTo Pythian Apollo<\/h4>\n