We have subjoined a list of the Grecian deities with their offices, and corresponding Latin names, the latter being more usually known, but the Greek names being used for the most part in the foregoing chapters:

APPENDIX II.

POEMS FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS CONNECTED WITH THE SUBJECTS OF THE FOREGOING CHAPTERS.

ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER.

JOHN KEATS.

"MUCH have I travelled in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen :
Round many western Islands have 1 been
Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.
Oft of one wide expanse had I been told

That deep-browed Homer ruled as his demesne :
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:
Then felt I like some watcher of the skies
When a new planet swims into his ken;
Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes
He stared at the Pacific-and all his men
Looked at each other with a wild surmise-
Silent, upon a peak in Darlin."

ATHENS. FROM PARADISE REGAINED.

JOHN MILTON.

"Look once more, ere we leave this specular mount,
Westward, much nearer by southwest, behold
Where on the Ægean shore a city stands
Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil,
Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts
And eloquence, native to famous wits

Or hospitable, in her sweet recess,

City or suburban, studious walks and shades;
See there the olive grove of Academe,

Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird

Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long; There flowery hill Hymettus with the sound

Of bees' industrious murmur oft invites

To studious musing; there Ilissus rolls

His whisp'ring stream: within the walls then view
The schools of ancient sages: his who bred
Great Alexander to subdue the world,

Lyceum there, and painted Stoa next:

There shalt thou hear and learn the secret power

Of harmony in tones and numbers hit

By voice or hand, and various-measured verse,
Æolian charms and Dorian lyric odes,

And his who gave them breath, but higher sung,
Blind Melesigenes, thence Homer call'd,

Whose poem

Phoebus challenged for his own. Thence what the lofty grave tragedians taught In Chorus or Iambic, teachers best

Of moral prudence, with delight receiv'd

In brief sententious precepts, while they treat
Of fate, and chance, and change in human life;
High actions, and high passions best describing :
Thence to the famous orators repair,

Those ancient, whose resistless eloquence

Wielded at will that fierce democratie,

Shook th' arsenal, and fulmin'd over Greece,

To Macedon and Artaxerxes' throne:

To sage philosophy next lend thine ear,

From Heav'n descended to the low-rooft house

Of Socrates; see there his tenement,
Whom well inspir'd the oracle pronounc'd
Wisest of men; from whose mouth issued forth
Mellifluous streams that water'd all the schools
Of Academics old and new, with those
Surnam'd Peripatetics, and the sect

Epicurean, and the Stoic severe

THE GRASSHOPPER.

ABRAHAM COWLEY.

"HAPPY insect! what can be
In happiness compar'd to thee?
Fed with nourishment divine,
The dewy morning's gentle wine!
Nature waits upon thee still,
And thy verdant cup does fill ;
"Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread,
Nature's self's thy Ganymede.

Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing,

Happier than the happiest king!
All the fields which thou dost see,
All the plants, belong to thee;
All that summer-hours produce,
Fertile made with early juice;
Man for thee does sow and plow;
Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Thou dost innocently joy,

Nor does thy luxury destroy.

The shepherd gladly heareth thee,

More harmonious than he.

Thee country hinds with gladness hear,

Prophet of the ripened year!

Thee Phoebus loves, and does inspire!

Phoebus is himself thy sire.

To thee of all things upon earth,

Life is no longer than thy mirth.

Happy insect! happy! thou

Dost neither age nor winter know:

But when thou 'st drunk, and danc'd, and sung

Thy fill, the flow'ry leaves among,

(Voluptuous, and wise withal,

(Epicurean animal!)

Sated with thy summer feast,

Thou retir'st to endless rest."

THE SPIRIT OF GREECE.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

"The lively Grecian in a Land of hills, Rivers, and fertile plains, and sounding shores, Under a cope of variegated sky,

Could find commodious place for every God,
Promptly received, as prodigally brought,
From the surrounding Countries-at the choice
Of all adventurers. With unrivalled skill,
As nicest observation furnished hints
For studious fancy, did his hand bestow
On fluent Operations a fixed shape:
Metal or Stone, idolatrously served.

And yet―triumphant o'er this pompous show
Of Art, this palpable array of Sense,
On every side encountered; in despite
Of the gross fictions chanted in the streets
By wandering Rhapsodists; and in contempt
Of doubt and bold denial hourly urged
Amid the wrangling Schools-a SPIRIT hung,
Beautiful Region! o'er thy Towns and Farms,
Statues and Temples, and memorial Tombs ;
And emanations were perceived; and acts
Of immortality in Nature's course,
Exemplified by mysteries, that were felt
As bonds, on grave Philosopher imposed
And armed Warrior; and in every grove
A gay or pensive tenderness prevailed,
When piety more awful had relaxed.

-Take, running river, take these Locks of mine’—
Thus would the Votary say this severed hair,

'My vow fulfilling, do I here present,

'Thankful for my beloved Child's return.

"Thy banks, Cephissus, he again hath trod,

'Thy murmurs heard: and drunk the crystal lymph

'With which thou dost refresh the thirsty lip,

'And moisten all day long these flowery fields !'

And doubtless, sometimes, when the hair was shed

Upon the flowing stream, a thought arose