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An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.
The Ephors wanted to kill David," I told Blythe. "Because of his ... boy parts and stuff.
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence.
Don't start on that. When I offered you her gifts, you told me to shove them straight up my back orifice. (Eros)
How many Elysiums have you been to?"
"Three," I said immediately. "At least ... this will be my third one."
"And how many Elysiums do you think I've been to?"
"Um. More than three?"
"I do appreciate your gift for the understatement.
The Epistle is a correction of profession without life, and most valuable in this respect.
ceasing. 1 THESSALONIANS
Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain cradle in Pamere, A foiled circuitous wanderertill at last The longed-for dash of waves is heard, and wide His luminous home of waters opens, bright And tranquil, from whose floor the new-bathed stars Emerge, and shine upon the Aral Sea.
You're my life, Eris. You're all that I want. I live for you.
Human nature will not easily find a better helper than eros
Ah me! what hand can pencil guide, or pen, To follow half on which the eye dilates Through views more dazzling unto mortal ken Than those whereof such things the bard relates, Who to the awe-struck world unlocked Elysium's gates?
Julianne, I love you with all four loves. But tonight is a celebration of eros
It is the empiric who never fails.
You cut life to pieces with your epigrams.
When Equus leaves - if he leaves at all - it will be with your intestines in his teeth.
The name Prometheus has always caused me particular annoyance, for my breast still aches from the everlasting beak of the vulture from which Alcides set me free.
Estragon: I remember the maps of the Holy Land. Coloured they were. Very pretty. The Dead Sea was pale blue. The very look of it made me thirsty. That's where we'll go, I used to say, that's where we'll go for our honeymoon. We'll swim. We'll be happy.
Shakespeare is to me the purest voice of nature, and he does no meddle with nature. His plays provide us with the greatest variety of erotic expression, and with Shakespeare eros is the proper term to use.
It is perhaps true that that sort of sexual energy wanes over time - as the original impetus loses its luster. And then, I suppose, it's on to the next thing. But eros is eternal, like joy.
And thus Epimetheus took the lovely Pandora to wife in spite of the warning of his brother, Prometheus, then in the Caucasus, to beware of the Gods bearing gifts.
Egeria! sweet creation of some heart Which found no mortal resting-place so fair As thine ideal breast.
Sexual desire, without Eros, wants it, the thing in itself; Eros wants the Beloved.
Empedocles believed that there were two different forces at work in nature. He called them love and strife. Love binds things together, and strife separates them.
Bright star of Eanna, forgive me the manner of this, but you are the harbor of my soul's journeying.
The Greeks, it will be recalled, regarded Eros, the god of love, as the eldest of the gods; but also as the youngest, born fresh and dewy-eyed in every living heart.
But I am a-eppisodin' and a-eppisodin' to a length and depth almost onprecedented and onheard of - and to resoom and go on.
The noun eleos (mercy) ... always deals with what we see of pain, misery and distress, these results of sin; and charis (grace) always deals with the sin and guilt itself. The one extends relief, the other pardon; the one cures, heals, helps, the other cleanses and reinstates.
I've missed you, Eris. You and me, we kind of deserve each other, don't we?
Periplus of the Erythrean Sea, written
My love is like agape and not eros.
Agape, eros, and chastity, a heady combination that would make even the strongest man fall to his knees
What is an Epigram? A dwarfish whole,
Its body brevity, and wit its soul.
The myth is not my own; I have it from my mother. Euripides
Take my advice, dear reader, don't talk epigrams even if you have the gift. I know, to those have, the temptation is almost irresistible. But resist it. Epigram and truth are rarely commensurate. Truth has to be somewhat chiselled, as it were, before it will quite fit into an epigram.
Ipsum Nomen Res Ipsa: The Name Itself is the Thing Itself. I.N.R.I.: Isis, Apophis, Osiris: IAO.
I envy those old Greek bathers, into whose hands were delivered Pericles, and Alcibiades, and the perfect models of Phidias. They had daily before their eyes the highest types of Beauty which the world has ever produced; for of all things that are beautiful, the human body is the crown.
You fucked the groom fifteen minutes before he was to say his vows."
"Ah, yeah." I adjust my erection again.
"Then you took the father-in-law."
"Well, I was already naked and you know I recover quickly-"
"Eros!
The road to Emmaus is this world.
What fools these mortals be. (Acheron)
Test of the poet is knowledge of love,
For Eros is older than Saturn or Jove;
Never was poet, of late or of yore,
Who was not tremulous with love-lore.
Eustasia Johannsen was ready. Anyone could see that. Everything about her ancient self gave evidence to it: Her skin, wrinkled and transparent ... But mainly, it was her eyes. They were drawn into her face as if her memories occupied more of her sight than what was actually in front of her.
Efferfreshpainted livy, in beautific repose, upon the silence of the dead, from pharoph the nextfirst down to ramescheckles the last bust thing. The Vico road goes round and round to meet where terms begin.
We are all, Esme decides, just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.
Esperanza, that you,
Not only was Thebes built by the music of an Orpheus; but without the music of some inspired Orpheus was no city ever built, no work that man glories in ever done.
The Epistle to the Galatians is my epistle. To it I am as it were in wedlock. It is my Katherine.
Tears upon the dry sponge of heart
do not prove I am Promethean.
(D)espair never lives long in young hearts
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea Past the houses, past the headlands Into deep eternity! Bred as we, among the mountains Can the sailor understand The divine intoxication Of the first league out from land?
I am so happy that you saw your epop.
Joy, thou spark from Heav'n immortal, Daughter of Elysium! Drunk with fire, toward Heaven advancing Goddess, to thy shrine we come. Thy sweet magic brings together What stern Custom spreads afar; All men become brothers Where thy happy wing-beats are.
The Green-eyed Monster causes much woe, but the absence of this ugly serpent argues the presence of a corpse whose name is Eros.
When Psyche got up to leave, Eros once again mentioned that he would miss her on Sunday."Even if you come on Sunday, I shall not be able to give you what you want. I shall be having my period then & it will be too messy for your liking," his secretary advised him.[MMT]
When we speak of ancient times, Rud Elalle, we find in our words things far nearer to hand, and all those emotions we imagined new, blazing with our youth, we find to be ancient beyond imagining.
Atticus "What's this religion going to be called?"
Oberon "Poochism"
A:"and the name of this holy writ I will be typing for you?"
O:"The dead flea scrolls: A Sirius Prophecy.
Relaxing me from head to feet
Love masters me, the bitter sweet
O'er thy limbs breathing;
Yea, Eros now, the god born blind
Sweeps my soul like the mountain wind
Through the oaks seething.
To cleave that sea [the Aegean] in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
Now fight me! For today thee House of Hades will be called the saviors of Olympus.
What--has O-Tar seen an ulsio and fainted?" demanded I-Gos with broad sarcasm.
"Men have died for less than that, ancient one," E-Thas reminded him.
"I am safe," retorted I-Gos, "for I am not a brave and popular son of the jeddak of Manator.
my Clodius, how little your countrymen know of the true versatility of a Pericles, of the true witcheries of an Aspasia!
(On Angelica in 'Satisfied')
Oof. Tryin' to out-Eponine Eponine up in this piece.
I was thinking", he answered absently, "about Euripides; how, when he was an old man, he went and lived in a cave by the sea, and it was thought queer at the time. It seems that houses had become insupportable to him. I wonder whether it was because he had observed women so closely all his life.
Love me until Venus gasps with envy.
Love me again until Eros swears celibacy.
To them there was nothing special about Ephram. He was a moving blur on the eyes' journey to more delicate and interesting places.
Oh! the metempsychosis! Oh! Pythagoras, that in bright Greece, two thousand years ago, did die, so good, so wise, so mild; I sailed with thee along the Peruvian coast last voyage - and, foolish as I am, taught thee, a green simple boy, how to splice a rope.
Thoth, Hermes, the stylus,
the palette, the pen, the quill endure,
though our books are a floor
of smouldering ash under our feet.
The aspiring youth that fired the Ephesian domeOutlives in fame the pious fool that rais'd it.
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
Agosins poetic language engages the reader in a mesmerizing journey of inward reflection and exile.
Whom has not the inspiring bowl made eloquent?
[Lat., Foecundi calices quem non fecere disertum.]
Sing, O muse, of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans.
THE GREEK INTERPRETER
Envy is what makes you, when an acquaintance is lustily telling you that she's dating a Greek god of a guy, ask, 'Which one, Hades?'
The palace of Ephebe is a labyrinth. I know. There are traps. No one gets in without a guide." "How does the guide get in?" said Vorbis. "I assume he guides himself," said the general.
A Hymn of Praise to Osiris Un-Nefer, the great god who dwelleth in Abtu, the king of eternity, the lord of everlastingness, who tra-verseth millions of years in his existence.
One rational voice is dumb: over a grave
The household of Impulse mourns one dearly loved.
Sad is Eros, builder of cities,
And weeping anarchic Aphrodite.
The genuine remains of Ossian, or those ancient poems which bear his name, though of less fame and extent, are, in many respects,of the same stamp with the Iliad itself. He asserts the dignity of the bard no less than Homer, and in his era, we hear of no other priest than he.
O Athenians, what toil do I undergo to please you!
Men grieve [Mephistopheles] so with the days of their lamenting, [he] even hate[s] to plague them with [his] torments.
Gone too from the world, Averroes and Moses Maimonides,
O latest born and loveliest vision far of all Olympus' faded hierarchy.
Th' embroid'ry of poetic dreams.
You want the bad news, or the really bad news? (Eros)
Oh, let's see ... how about we make my day special, and start with the worst, then work our way up? (Julian)
7For I do not want to see you now n just in passing. I hope to spend some time with you, o if the Lord permits. 8But I will stay in Ephesus until p Pentecost, 9for q a wide door for effective work has opened to me, and r there are many adversaries.
Ephemeral, highly ephemeral is the world of formations; ephemeral, highly ephemeral are our clothes and hairstyles, and our hair and our bodies themselves.
Elpis, the spirit of hope, stayed with humans so they wouldn't give up completely. They could always believe that things might get better.
Tempus edax rerum. Time the devourer of everything.
E'en from the tomb the voice of nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires.
Acheron. When it absolutely, positively must be destroyed overnight.
What's here doesn't please you,
what's far off you crave.
Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides
The friendship between my hand and this stone enacts an ancient and irrefutable eros, the kindredness of matter with itself.
Demetrius appeared
In Euripedes's The Bacchae...Dionysus dispenses food, drink and comfort, and inspires communal energy, song and dance; he is rapture and rage, illumination and blindness.
Then, having accomplished what he wanted to do, Eros decided to stop the futile battle. He recalled Phobos & Deimos from Mars & sent him Anteros & Himeros instead.
And immediately, the God of Hate turned into the God of Passion.
ODYSSEUS I cannot recommend a rigid spirit.
As paredes tem ouvidos. (Portuguese: The walls have ears.)
Until the blood from my pen runs dry, I shall worship the Greek body, the Greek mind, and the Greek soul.
Until my tears land upon Greek soil, I shall forever live in exile.
The Chain Letter to the Ephebians. Forget Your Gods. Be Subjugated. Learn to Fear. Do not break the chain
the last people who did woke up one morning to find fifty thousand armed men on their lawn.
Psst"he called.
The Cyclops lowered his hammer. He turned towards Zeus, but his one big eye had been staring into the flames so long that he couldn't see who was talking.
"I am not Psst"The Cyclops said " I am Brontes"
Oh boy, Zeus thought. This may take a while
Prometheus, I have no Titan's might,
Yet I, too, must each dusk renew my heart,
For daytime's vulture talons tear apart
The tender alcoves built by love at night.