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    Say, Bacchus, why so placid? What can there be
    In commune held by Pallas and by thee?
    Her pleasure is in darts and battles; thine
    In joyous feasts and draughts of rosy wine.

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Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore;
The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four;
Stella's wit read more

Two goddesses now must Cyprus adore;
The Muses are ten, and the Graces are four;
Stella's wit is so charming, so sweet her fair face,
She shines a new Venus, a Muse, and a Grace.

by Callimachus Found in: Gods Quotes,
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And that dismal cry rose slowly
And sank slowly through the air,
Full of spirit's melancholy
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And that dismal cry rose slowly
And sank slowly through the air,
Full of spirit's melancholy
And eternity's despair!
And they heart the words it said--
Pan is dead! great Pan is dead!
Pan, Pan is dead!

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Speak of the gods as they are.

Speak of the gods as they are.

by Walter Bagehot Found in: Gods Quotes,
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War is the father of us all, King of all. Some it makes gods, some it makes men, some it read more

War is the father of us all, King of all. Some it makes gods, some it makes men, some it makes slaves, some free.

by Heraclitus Of Ephesus Found in: Gods Quotes,
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The son of Saturn gave
The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
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The son of Saturn gave
The nod with his dark brows. The ambrosial curls
Upon the Sovereign One's immortal head
Were shaken, and with them the mighty mount,
Olympus trembled.

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Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod,
The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.

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The Graces, three erewhile, are three no more;
A fourth is come with perfume sprinkled o'er.
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The Graces, three erewhile, are three no more;
A fourth is come with perfume sprinkled o'er.
'Tis Berenice blest and fair; were she
Away the Graces would no Graces be.

by Callimachus Found in: Gods Quotes,
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Some thoughtlessly proclaim the Muses nine:
A tenth is Sappho, maid divine.

Some thoughtlessly proclaim the Muses nine:
A tenth is Sappho, maid divine.

by Unattributed Author Found in: Gods Quotes,
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The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.

The heathen in his blindness
Bows down to wood and stone.

by Bishop Reginald Heber Found in: Gods Quotes,
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