- Theogony (Full Text) - Mythopedia
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
- Metamorphoses: Book 12 (Full Text) - Mythopedia
Th’ oblation slain, and Phoebe, reconcil’d, The storm was hush’d, and dimpled ocean smil’d: A favourable gale arose from shore, Which to the port desir’d, the Graecian gallies bore The House of Fame Full in the midst of this created space, Betwixt Heav’n, Earth, and skies, there stands a place, Confining on all three, with triple
- Metamorphoses: Book 2 (Full Text) - Mythopedia
Or, as the full-orb’d Phoebe, Lucifer; So much did Herse all the rest outvy, And gave a grace to the solemnity Hermes was fir’d, as in the clouds he hung: So the cold bullet, that with fury slung From Balearick engines mounts on high, Glows in the whirl, and burns along the sky At length he pitch’d upon the ground, and show’d
- Metamorphoses: Book 15 (Full Text) - Mythopedia
’Till pitying Phoebe eas’d her pious woe, Thaw’d to a spring, whose streams for ever flow The nymphs, and Virbius, like amazement fill’d, As seiz’d the swains, who Tyrrhene furrows till’d; When heaving up, a clod was seen to roll, Untouch’d, self-mov’d, and big with human soul The spreading mass in former shape depos’d,
- Aeneid: Book 3 (Full Text) - Mythopedia
“’T was night, when ev’ry creature, void of cares, The common gift of balmy slumber shares: The statues of my gods (for such they seem’d), Those gods whom I from flaming Troy redeem’d, Before me stood, majestically bright, Full in the beams of Phoebe’s ent’ring light
- Metamorphoses: Book 1 (Full Text) - Mythopedia
Like Phoebe clad, even Phoebe’s self she seems, So tall, so streight, such well-proportion’d limbs: The nicest eye did no distinction know, But that the goddess bore a golden bow: Distinguish’d thus, the sight she cheated too Descending from Lycaeus, Pan admires The matchless nymph, and burns with new desires A crown of pine upon his
- Odyssey: Book 9 (Full Text) - Mythopedia
Nor glimmer’d Phoebe in the ethereal plain: But all unseen the clouded island lay, And all unseen the surge and rolling sea, Till safe we anchor’d in the shelter’d bay: Our sails we gather’d, cast our cables o’er, And slept secure along the sandy shore Soon as again the rosy morning shone, Reveal’d the landscape and the scene unknown,
- Iliad: Book 6 (Full Text) - Mythopedia
Woes heap’d on woes consumed his wasted heart: His beauteous daughter fell by Phoebe’s dart; His eldest born by raging Mars was slain, In combat on the Solymaean plain
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