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The Poems and Fragments Done Into English Prose With Introd. and Appendices
The Poems and Fragments Done Into English Prose With Introd and Appendices Author:Hesiod General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1908 Original Publisher: Clarendon Press Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can... more » select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: HESIOD Death at the headlands, Hesiod, long ago Gave tKee to drink of his unhonied wine : Now Boreas cannot reach thee lying low, Nor Sirius' heat vex any hour of thine : The Pleiads rising are no more a sign For thee to reap, nor, when they set, to sow : Whether at morn or eve Arcturus shine, To pluck or prune the vine thou canst not know. Vain now for thee the crane's autumnal flight, The loud cuckoo, the twittering swallow -- vain The flow'ring scolymus, the budding trees, . V Seedtime and Harvest, Blossoming and Blight, The mid, the early, and the latter rain, And strong Orion and the Hyades. A. W. M. chapter{Section 4 WORKS AND DAYS :.....' , 1-25- --''-' Muses of Pieria, who glorify with song, come sing of Zeus, your Father, and declare His praise, through whom are men famous and unfamed, sung or unsung, as Zeus Almighty will. Lightly He giveth strength and lightly He afflicteth the strong: lightly He bringeth low the mighty and lifteth up the humble : lightly He maketh the crooked to be straight and withereth the proud as chaff : Zeus, who thundereth in Heaven, who dwelleth in the height. Look down and hear and hearken, and deal the judgements of righteousness, Thou : and I to Perses will speak truth. Not one breed of Strife is there on earth, but twain. One shall a man praise when he beholdeth her, but the other is a thing of reproach, and diverse altogether are their souls. The one increaseth evil war and contention, for frowardness. No man loveth her, [albeit the will of the immortals constraineth men to worship grievous Stri...« less