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Aurora and Tithonus
Aurora and Tithonus
repose, led
Aurora, the goddess of the Dawn, like her his troops to the field. Antilochus, the brave son of
sister the Moon, was at Nestor,
times inspired with the love of mortals. fell by his hand, and the Greeks were put to flight, when
Her greatest favorite Achilles appeared and restored the battle. A long and
was Tithonus, son of Laomedon, king of doubtful
Troy. She stole him away, contest ensued between him and the son of Aurora; at
and prevailed on Jupiter to grant him length
immortality; but forgetting victor declared for Achilles, Memnon fell, and the
to have youth joined in the gift, after some time she Trojans fled
began to in dismay.
discern, to her great mortification, that he was growing
old. Aurora, who, from her station in the sky, had viewed
When his hair was quite white she left his society; but with
he still apprehension the danger of her son, when she saw him
had the range of her palace, lived on ambrosial food, fall
and was directed his brothers, the Winds, to convey his body to
clad in celestial raiment. At length he lost the power of the banks
using of the river Esepus in Paphlagonia. In the evening
his limbs, and then she shut him up in his chamber, Aurora came,
whence his accompanied by the Hours and the Pleiads, and wept
feeble voice might at times be heard. Finally she turned and lamented
him over her son. Night, in sympathy with her grief, spread
into a grasshopper. the
heaven with clouds; all nature mourned for the offspring
Memnon was the son of aurora and Tithonus. He was of the
king of the Dawn. The Aethiopians raised his tomb on the banks of
AEthiopians, and dwelt in the extreme east, on the the stream
shore of in the grove of the nymphs, and Jupiter caused the
Ocean. He came with his warriors to assist the kindred sparks and
of his cinders of his funeral-pile to be turned into birds, which,
father in the war of Troy. King Priam received him with dividing into two flocks, fought over the pile till they fell
great into the flame. Every year, at the anniversary of his
honors, and listened with admiration to his narrative of death,
the they return and celebrate his obsequies in like manner.
wonders of the ocean shore. Aurora
remains inconsolable for the loss of her son. Her tears
still was predisposed to believe its powers."
flow, and may be seen at early morning in the form of
dew-drops The vocal statue of Memnon is a favorite subject of
on the grass. allusion with
the poets. Darwin, in his Botanic Garden, says,
Unlike most of the marvels of ancient mythology, there
will exist "So to the sacred Sun in Memnon's fane
some memorials of this. On the banks of the river Nile, Spontaneous concords choired the matin strain;
in Touched by his orient beam responsive rings
Egypt, are two colossal statues, one of which is said to The living lyre and vibrates all its strings;
be the Accordant aisles the tender tones prolong,
statue of Memnon. Ancient writers record that when the And holy echoes swell the adoring song."
first
rays of the rising sun fall upon this statue, a sound is Echo and Narcissus
heard to
issue from it which they compare to the snapping of a Echo was a beautiful nymph, fond of the
harp- woods and hills, where
string. There is some doubt about the identification of she devoted herself to woodland sports.
the She was a favorite of
existing statue with the one described by the ancients, Diana, and attended her in the chase.
and the But Echo had one failing;
mysterious sounds are still more doubtful. Yet there are she was fond of talking, and whether in chat or
not argument would
wanting some modern testimonies to their being still have the last word. One day Juno was seeking her
audible. It husband, who,
has been suggested that sounds produced by confined she had reason to fear, was amusing himself among the
air making nymphs.
its escape from crevices or caverns in the rocks may Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess till the
have given nymphs
some ground for the story. Sir Gardner Wilkinson, a late made their escape. When Juno discovered it, she passed
traveller, of the highest authority, examined the statue sentence
itself, upon Echo in these words: "You shall forfeit the use of
and discovered that it was hollow, and that "in the lap of that
the tongue with which you have cheated me, except for that
statue is a stone, which, on being struck, emits a one
metallic purpose you are so fond of REPLY. You shall still have
sound, that might still be made use of to deceive a the
visitor who last word, but no power to speak first."
but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to any
This nymph saw Narcissus, a beautiful youth, as he one
pursued the who calls her, and keeps up her old habit of having the
chase upon the mountains. She loved him, and followed last
his word.
footsteps. Oh, how she longed to address him in the
softest Narcissus was cruel not in this case alone. He shunned
accents, and win him to converse, but it was not in her all the
power. rest of the nymphs as he had done poor Echo. One day
She waited with impatience for him to speak first, and a maiden,
had her who had in vain endeavored to attract him, uttered a
answer ready. One day the youth, being separated from prayer that
his he might some time or other feel what it was to love
companions, shouted aloud, "Who's here?" Echo replied, and meet no
"Here." return of affection. The avenging goddess heard and
Narcissus looked around, but seeing no one, called out, granted the
"Come." prayer.
Echo answered, "Come." As no one came, Narcissus
called again, There was a clear fountain, with water like silver, to
"Why do you shun me?" Echo asked the same question. which the
"Let us shepherds never drove their flocks. Nor did the
join one another," said the youth. The maid answered mountain goats
with all resort to it, nor any of the beasts of the forest; neither
her heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot, was it
ready to defaced with fallen leaves or branches; but the grass
throw her arms about his neck. He started back, grew fresh
exclaiming, around it, and the rocks sheltered it from the sun. Hither
"Hands off! I would rather die than you should have came
me." "Have one day the youth fatigued with hunting, heated and
me," said she; but it was all in vain. He left her, and she thirsty. He
went stooped down to drink, and saw his own image in the
to hide her blushes in the recesses of the woods. From water; he
that time thought it was some beautiful water=spirit living in the
forth she lived in caves and among mountain cliffs. Her fountain. He stood gazing with admiration at those
form bright eyes,
faded with grief, till at last all her flesh shrank away. Her those locks curled like the locks of Bacchus or Apollo,
bones were changed into rocks, and there was nothing the
left of her rounded cheeks, the ivory neck, the parted lips, and the
glow of passed the Stygian river, it leaned over the boat to
health and exercise over all. He fell in love with himself. catch a look
He of itself in the waters. The nymphs mourned for him,
brought his lips near to take a kiss; he plunged his arms especially
in to the water-nymphs; and when they smote their breasts,
embrace the beloved object. It fled at the touch, but Echo smote
returned hers also. They prepared a funeral pile, and would have
again after a moment and renewed the fascination. He burned
could not the body, but it was nowhere to be found; but in its
tear himself away; he lost all thought of food or rest, place a
while he flower, purple within, and surrounded with white leaves,
hovered over the brink of the fountain gazing upon his which
own image. bears the name and preserves the memory of
He talked with the supposed spirit: "Why, beautiful Narcissus.
being, do you
shun me? Surely my face is not one to repel you. The Milton alludes to the story of Echo and Narcissus in the
nymphs Lady's
love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. song in Comus. She is seeking her brothers in the forest,
When I and
stretch forth my arms you do the same; and you smile sings to attract their attention.
upon me and
answer my beckonings with the like." His tears fell into "Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
the Within thy aery shell
water and disturbed the image. As he saw it depart, he By slow Meander's margent green.
exclaimed, "Stay, I entreat you! Let me at least gaze And in the violet-embroidered vale,
upon you, Where the love-lorn nightingale
if I may not touch you." With this, and much more of the Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well;
same Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
kind, he cherished the flame that consumed him, so that That likes thy Narcissus are?
by Oh, if thou have
degrees he lost his color, his vigor, and the beauty Hid them in some flowery cave,
which Tell me but where,
formerly had so charmed the nymph Echo. She kept Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere,
near him, So may'st thou be translated to the skies,
however, and when he exclaimed, "Alas! Alas!" she And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies."
answered him
with the same words. He pined away and died; and Milton has imitated the story of Narcissus in the account
when his shade which
he makes Eve give of the first sight of herself reflected
in the The other is by Cowper:
fountain:
"ON AN UGLY FELLOW
"That day I oft remember when from sleep
I first awaked, and found myself reposed "Beware, my friend, of crystal brook
Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where Or fountain, lest that hideous hook.
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how Thy nose, thou chance to see;
Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound Narcissus' fate would then be thine,
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread And self-detested thou would'st pine,
Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved As self-enamored he."
Pure as the expanse of heaven; I thither went
With unexperienced thought, and laid me down
On the green bank, to look into the clear
Smooth lake that to me seemed another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite
A shape within the watery gleam appeared,
Bending to look on me. I started back;
It started back; but pleased I soon returned, Vertumnus and Pomona
Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks
Of sympathy and love. There had I fixed The Hamadryads were Wood-nymphs.
Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire, Among them was Pomona, and no
Had not a voice thus warned me: 'What thou seest, one excelled her in love of the garden
What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself.'" and the culture of fruit.
Paradise Lost, Book IV She cared not for forests and rivers, but
loved the cultivated
The fable of Narcissus is often alluded to by the poets. country and trees that bear delicious
Here apples. Her right hand
are two epigrams which treat it in different ways. The bore for its weapon not a javelin, but a pruning knife.
first is Armed
by Goldsmith: with this, she worked at one time, to repress the too
luxuriant
"ON A BEAUTIFUL YOUTH STRUCK BLIND BY LIGHTNING: growths, and curtail the branches that straggled out of
place; at
"Sure 'twas by Providence designed, another, to split the twig and insert therein a graft,
Rather in pity than in hate, making the
That he should be like Cupid blind, branch adopt a nursling not its own. She took care, too,
To save him from Narcissus' fate" that
her favorites should not suffer from drought, and led sight of her.
streams of
water by them that the thirsty roots might drink. This One day he came in the guise of an old woman, her
occupation was her pursuit, her passion; and she was gray hair
free from surmounted with a cap, and a staff in her hand. She
that which Venus inspires. She was not without fear of entered the
the garden and admired the fruit. "It does you credit, my
country people, and kept her orchard locked, and dear," she
allowed not men said, and kissed Pomona, not exactly with an old
to enter. The Fauns and Satyrs would have given all woman's kiss.
they She sat down on a bank, and looked up at the branches
possessed to win her, and so would old Sylvanus, who laden with
looks young fruit which hung over her. Opposite was an elm
for his years, and Pan, who wears a garland of pine entwined with a
leaves around vine loaded with swelling grapes. She praised the tree
his head. But Vertumnus loved her best of all; yet he and its
sped no associated vine, equally. "But," said Vertumnus, "if the
better than the rest. Oh, how often, in the disguise of a tree
reaper, did he bring her corn in a basket, and looked the stood alone, and had no vine clinging to it, it would lie
very prostrate on the ground. Why will you not take a lesson
image of a reaper! With a hay-band tied round him, one from the
would tree and the vine, and consent to unite yourself with
think he had just come from turning over the grass. some one?
Sometimes he I wish you would. Helen herself had not more numerous
would have an ox-goad in his hand, and you would have suitors,
said he had nor Penelope, the wife of shrewd Ulysses. Even while
just unyoked his weary oxen. Now he bore a pruning- you spurn
hook, and them, they court you rural deities and others of every
personated a vine-dresser; and again with a ladder on kind that
his frequent these mountains. But if you are prudent and
shoulder, he seemed as if he was going to gather want to
apples. make a good alliance, and will let an old woman advise
Sometimes he trudged along as a discharged soldier, you, who
and again he loves you better than you have any idea of, dismiss all
bore a fishing-rod as if going to fish. In this way, he the
gained rest and accept Vertumnus, on my recommendation. I
admission to her, again and again, and fed his passion know him as
with the well as he knows himself. He is not a wandering deity,
but domestics
belongs to these mountains. Nor is he like too many of to his side. Sometimes he committed his vows to written
the tablets,
lovers nowadays, who love any one they happen to see; and often hung at her door garlands which he had
he loves moistened with
you, and you only. Add to this, he is young and his tears. He stretched himself on her threshold, and
handsome, and uttered
has the art of assuming any shape he pleases, and can his complaints to the cruel bolts and bars. She was
make deafer than
himself just what you command him. Moreover, he loves the surges which rise in the November gale; harder than
the same steel
things that you do, delights in gardening, and handles from the German forges, or a rock that still clings to its
your native
apples with admiration. But NOW he cares nothing for cliff. She mocked and laughed at him, adding cruel
fruits, nor words to her
flowers, nor anything else, but only yourself. Take pity ungentle treatment, and gave not the slightest gleam of
on him, hope.
and fancy him speaking now with my mouth. Remember
that the gods "Iphis could not any longer endure the torments of
punish cruelty, and that Venus hates a hard heart, and hopeless love,
will visit and standing before her doors, he spake these last
such offenses sooner or later. To prove this, let me tell words:
you a 'Anaxarete, you have conquered, and shall no longer
story, which is well known in Cyprus to be a fact; and I have to bear
hope it my importunities. Enjoy your triumph! Sing songs of joy,
will have the effect to make you more merciful. and
bind your forehead with laurel, you have conquered! I
"Iphis was a young man of humble parentage, who saw die;
and loved stony heart, rejoice! This at least I can do to gratify you,
Anaxarete, a noble lady of the ancient family of Teucer. and
He force you to praise me; and thus shall I prove that the
struggled long with his passion, but when he found he love of
could not you left me but with life. Nor will I leave it to rumor to
subdue it, he came a suppliant to her mansion. First he tell
told his you of my death. I will come myself, and you shall see
passion to her nurse, and begged her as she loved her me die,
foster- and feast your eyes on the spectacle. Yet, Oh, ye gods,
child to favor his suit. And then he tried to win her who look
down on mortal woes, observe my fate! I ask but this! "'Let us see this sad procession,' said she, and mounted
Let me be to a
remembered in coming ages, and add those years to turret, whence through an open window she looked
my name which upon the
you have reft from my life.' Thus he said, and, turning funeral. Scarce had her eyes rested upon the form of
his pale Iphis
face and weeping eyes towards her mansion, he stretched on the bier, when they began to stiffen, and
fastened a rope to the warm
the gate-post, on which he had hung garlands, and blood in her body to become cold. Endeavoring to step
putting his back, she
head into the noose, he murmured, 'This garland at found she could not move her feet; trying to turn away
least will her face,
please you, cruel girl!' And falling, hung suspended with she tried in vain; and by degrees all her limbs became
his stony like
neck broken. As he fell he struck against the gate, and her heart. That you may not doubt the fact, the statue
the still
sound was as the sound of a groan. The servants remains, and stands in the temple of Venus at Salamis,
opened the door in the
and found him dead, and with exclamations of pity exact form of the lady. Now think of these things, my
raised him and dear, and
carried him home to his mother, for his father was not lay aside your scorn and your delays, and accept a
living. lover. So may
She received the dead body of her son, and folded the neither the vernal frosts blight your young fruits, nor
cold form furious
to her bosom; while she poured forth the sad words winds scatter your blossoms!"
which bereaved
mothers utter. The mournful funeral passed through the When Vertumnus had spoken thus, he dropped the
town, and disguise of an old
the pale corpse was borne on a bier to the place of the woman, and stood before her in his proper person, as a
funeral comely
pile. By chance the home of Anaxarete was on the youth. It appeared to her like the sun bursting through a
street where cloud.
the procession passed, and the lamentations of the He would have renewed his entreaties, but there was no
mourners met need; his
the ears of her whom the avenging deity had already arguments and the sight of his true form prevailed, and
marked for the Nymph
punishment. no longer resisted, but owned a mutual flame.
Pomona was the especial patroness of the apple- Pyramus was the handsomest youth, and
orchard, and as Thisbe the fairest maiden,
such she was invoked by Phillips, the author of a poem in all Babylonia, where Semiramis
on Cider, reigned. Their parents
in blank verse, in the following lines: occupied adjoining houses; and
neighborhood brought the young
"What soil the apple loves, what care is due people together, and acquaintance
To orchats, timeliest when to press the fruits, ripened into love. They would
Thy gift, Pomona, in Miltonian verse gladly have married, but their parents forbade. One
Adventurous I presume to sing." thing,
however, they could not forbid that love should glow
Thomson, in the Seasons, alludes to Phillips: with equal
ardor in the bosoms of both. They conversed by signs
"Phillips, Pomona's bard, the second thou and
Who nobly durst, in rhyme-unfettered verse, glances, and the fire burned more intensely for being
With British freedom, sing the British song." covered up.
In the wall that parted the two houses there was a
It will be seen that Thomson refers to the poet's crack, caused
reference to by some fault in the structure. No one had remarked it
Milton, but it is not true that Phillips is only the second before,
writer of English blank verse. Many other poets beside but the lovers discovered it. 'What will love not
Milton discover? It
had used it long before Phillips' time. afforded a passage to the voice; and tender messages
used to pass
But Pomona was also regarded as presiding over other backward and forward through the gap. As they stood,
fruits, and, Pyramus on
as such, is invoked by Thomson: this side, Thisbe on that, their breaths would mingle.
"Cruel
"Bear me, Pomona, to thy citron groves, wall," they said, "why do you keep two lovers apart? But
To where the lemon and the piercing lime, we will
With the deep orange, glowing through the green, not be ungrateful. We owe you, we confess, the
Their lighter glories blend. Lay me reclined privilege of
Beneath the spreading tamarind, that shakes, transmitting loving words to willing ears." Such words
Fanned by the breeze, its fever-cooling fruit." they
uttered on different sides of the wall; and when night
Pyramus and Thisbe came and
they must say farewell, they pressed their lips upon the
wall,
she on her side, he on his, as they could come no at
nearer. the spring, turned to retreat to the woods, and seeing
the veil
One morning, when Aurora had put out the stars, and on the ground, tossed and rent it with her bloody
the sun had mouth.
melted the frost from the grass, they met at the
accustomed spot. Pyramus, having been delayed, now approached the
Then, after lamenting their hard fate, they agreed that place of
next meeting. He saw in the sand the footsteps of the lion,
night, when all was still, they would slip away from and the
watchful color fled from his cheeks at the sight. Presently he
eyes, leave their dwellings and walk out into the fields; found the
and to veil all rent and bloody. "Oh, hapless girl," said he, "I
insure a meeting, repair to a well-known edifice, have
standing been the cause of thy death! Thou, more worthy of life
without the city's bounds, called the tomb of Ninus, and than I,
that the hast fallen the first victim. I will follow. I am the guilty
one who came first should await the other at the foot of cause, in tempting thee forth to a place of such peril,
a and not
certain tree. It was a white mulberry tree and stood being myself on the spot to guard thee. Come forth, ye
near a cool lions,
spring. All was agreed on, and they waited impatiently from the rocks, and tear this guilty body with your
for the teeth" He
sun to go down beneath the waters and night to rise up took up the veil, carried it with him to the appointed
from them. tree, and
Then cautiously Thisbe stole forth, unobserved by the covered it with kisses and with tears. "My blood also
family, her shall
head covered with a veil, made her way to the stain your texture," said he, and drawing his sword
monument and sat plunged it
down under the tree. As she sat alone in the dim light of into his heart. The blood spurted from the wound, and
the tinged the
evening she descried a lioness, her jaws reeking with white mulberries of the tree all red; and sinking into the
recent earth
slaughter, approaching the fountain to slake her thirst. reached the roots, so that the red color mounted
Thisbe through the
fled at the sight, and sought refuge in the hollow of a trunk to the fruit.
rock. As
she fled she dropped her veil. The lioness, after drinking By this time, Thisbe, still trembling with fear, yet
wishing not joined
to disappoint her lover, stepped cautiously forth, looking us, let one tomb contain us. And thou, tree, retain the
anxiously for the youth, eager to tell him the danger she marks of
had slaughter. Let thy berries still serve for memorials of our
escaped. When she came to the spot and saw the blood." So saying, she plunged the sword into her
changed color of breast. Her
the mulberries she doubted whether it was the same parents acceded to her wish; the gods also ratified it.
place. While The two
she hesitated she saw the form of one struggling in the bodies were buried in one sepulchre, and the tree ever
agonies after
of death. She started back, a shudder ran through her brought forth purple berries, as it does to this day.
frame as a
ripple on the face of the still water when a sudden Moore, in the Sylph's Ball, speaking of Davy's Safety
breeze sweeps Lamp, is
over it. But as soon as she recognized her lover, she reminded of the wall that separated Thisbe and her
screamed lover:--
and beat her breast; embracing the lifeless body,
pouring tears "O for that lamp's metallic gauze,
into its wounds, and imprinting kisses on the cold lips. That curtain of protecting wire,
"Oh, Which Davy delicately draws
Pyramus," she cried, "what has done this? Answer me, Around illicit, dangerous fire!
Pyramus; it
is your own Thisbe that speaks. Hear me, dearest, and "The wall he sets 'twixt Flame and Air,
lift that (Like that which barred young Thisbe's bliss),
drooping head!" At the name of Thisbe, Pyramus Through whose small holes this dangerous pair
opened his eyes, May see each other, but not kiss."
then closed them again. She saw her veil stained with
blood and In Mickle's translation of the Lusiad occurs the following
the scabbard empty of its sword. "Thy own hand has allusion to the story of Pyramus and Thisbe, and the
slain thee, metamorphosis of the mulberries. The poet is describing
and for my sake," she said. "I too can be brave for once, the
and my Island of Love.
love is as strong as thine. I will follow thee in death, for I
have been the cause; and death, which alone could part " here each gift Pomona's hand bestows
us, shall In cultured garden, free uncultured flows,
not prevent my joining thee. And ye, unhappy parents The flavor sweeter and the hue more fair
of us both, Than e'er was fostered by the hand of care.
deny us not our united request. As love and death have The cherry here in shining crimson glows,
And stained with lover's blood, in pendent rows, And, Thisby, tarrying in mulberry shade,
The mulberries o'erload the bending boughs." His dagger drew and died."