Hypnos somnus9/28/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() You may do so in any reasonable manner, but not in any way that suggests the licensor endorses you or your use. attribution – You must give appropriate credit, provide a link to the license, and indicate if changes were made.to share – to copy, distribute and transmit the work.C1st A.D.Ī complete bibliography of the translations quoted on this page. Ovid, Metamorphoses - Latin Epic C1st B.C.Naked and deathly pale, with dripping hair, I saw him-woe is me!’" He was a ghost, but yet distinct and clear, truly my husband's ghost, though to be sure his face was changed, his shining grace was gone. I saw him, knew him, tried to hold him-as he vanished-in my arms. Roused by her voice's sound and by her husband's ghost, now wide awake, she looked. ‘Oh wait for me!’ she cried, ‘Why haste away? I will come too.’ Asleep, she moaned and wept and stretched her arms to hold him, but embraced the empty air. So Morpheus spoke, spoke too in such a voice as she must think her husband's (and his tears she took for true), and used her Ceyx' gestures. Come, rise and weep! Put on your mourning! Weep! Nor unlamented suffer me to join the shadowy spirits of Tartara (the Underworld).’ These tidings no dubious courier brings, no vague report: myself, here, shipwrecked, my own fate reveal. Over my lips, calling your name-calling in vain-the waters washed. A wild sou'wester in the Aegaeum sea, striking my ship, in its huge hurricane destroyed her. Feed not your heart with hope, hope false and vain. His beard was wet and from his sodden hair the sea-drips flowed then leaning over her, weeping, he said : ‘Poor, poor Alcyone! Do you know me, your Ceyx? Am I changed in death? Look! Now you see, you recognize-ah! Not your husband but your husband's ghost. Soon through the dewy dark on noiseless wings flew Morpheus and with brief delay arrived at Trachis town and, laying his wings aside, took Ceyx's form and face and, deathly pale and naked, stood beside the poor wife's bed. To kings and chieftains these at night display their phantom features other dreams will roam among the people, haunting common folk.Īll these dream-brothers the old god passed by and chose Morpheus alone to undertake Thaumantias' commands then in sweet drowsiness on his high couch he sank his head to sleep. A third, excelling in an art diverse, is Phantasos he wears the cheating shapes of earth, rocks, water, trees-inanimate things. The gods have named him Icelos here below the tribe of mortals call him Phobetor. He mirrors only men another forms the beasts and birds and the long sliding snakes. The father Somnus (Sleep) chose from among his sons, his thronging thousand sons, one who in skill excelled to imitate the human form Morpheus his name, than whom none can present more cunningly the features, gait and speech of men, their wonted clothes and turn of phrase. Then, her task performed, Iris departed, for she could no more endure the power of Somnus, as drowsiness stole seeping through her frame, and fled away back o'er the arching rainbow as she came. There Iris entered, brushing the Somnia (Dreams) aside, and the bright sudden radiance of her robe lit up the hallowed place slowly the god his heavy eyelids raised, and sinking back time after time, his languid drooping head nodding upon his chest, at last he shook himself out of himself, and leaning up he recognized her and asked why she came, and she replied : ‘Somnus (Sleep), quietest of the gods, Somnus, peace of all the world, balm of the soul, who drives care away, who gives ease to weary limbs after the hard day's toil and strength renewed to meet the morrow's tasks, bid now thy Dreams, whose perfect mimicry matches the truth, in Ceyx's likeness formed appear in Trachis to Alcyone and feign the shipwreck and her dear love drowned. Around him everywhere in various guise lie empty Somnia (Dreams), countless as ears of corn at harvest time or sands cast on the shore or leaves that fall upon the forest floor. Then Iris, in her thousand hues enrobed traced through the sky her arching bow and reached the cloud-hid palace of the drowsy king. " ‘Iris (Rainbow), my voice's trustiest messenger, hie quickly to the drowsy hall of Somnus (Sleep), and bid him send a Dream of Ceyx drowned to break the tidings to Alcyone.' Source: Dictionary of Greek and Roman Biography and Mythology. The name signifies the fashioner or moulder, because he shaped or formed the dreams which appeared to the sleeper. MORPHEUS (Morpheus), the son of Sleep, and the god of dreams. Morpheus was probably equated with the unnamed dream-spirit sent by Zeus to deliver a message to King Agamemnon in the Iliad (see the Oneiroi page). He was a messenger of the gods who appeared in the dreams of kings in human guise. MORPHEUS was the leader of the Oneiroi, the personified spirits ( daimones) of dreams. ![]()
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