she noticed her eyes. Jason and Medeia convinced Apsyrtos that they would surrender if they could meet with him alone and negotiate terms. And he beached his ship on the island that pastured goats; and he knew not that he was harrying the flocks of his own father, and on his aged sire who came to the rescue, even on him whom he was seeking, he brought. BCE, the majority of the victorious Greek commanders returned to their homes without incident. After her Naiad handmaidens had given food and comfort to Odysseus's crew, Kirke warned him that he would face a new danger when he left her island. If it is in earnest that you tell me to eat and drink, release them now, and let me see my trusty companions face to face. Homerica, Homer's Epigrams - Greek Epic C8th - 7th.C. And now they could hear Kirke within, singing with her beautiful voice as she moved to and fro at the wide web that was more than earthly-delicate, gleaming, delectable, as a goddess' handiwork needs must be-a goddess or a woman, moving to and fro.
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For mortal men it is perilous to pluck it up, but for the gods all things are possible. He fled and marvelled that he ran so fast-so strangely fast-then saw he'd sprouted wings! Medeia began telling her aunt Kirke about the adventures and travels she and Jason had endured but she carefully did not mention the murder of Apsyrtos. When my comrades began to stir and he heard the sound of their feet and voices, he leapt up in haste and quite forgot to take the long ladder downwards and so return. Diodorus Siculus, The Library of History - Greek History C1st.C. They shed tears as they were shut in, sander berge fifa 18 while Kirke threw down in front of them some acorns and mast and cornel-daily fare for swine whose lodging is on the ground. There was one of them called Elpenor, the youngest of all, neither brave in battle nor firm in mind; he had left the rest of my company and had lain down on the top of Kirke's house, heavy with wine and seeking the cool. I warn you, you will never return yourself, you will only be left with the others there. Plutarch, Parallel Stories - Greek Historian C1st - 2nd.D.