The Titans (page 35)

Chapter 1: The Early Gods

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Aischylos, Xantriai fr 170 R – Tragicorum Graecorum Fragmenta 3, p. 286, ed. S. L. Radt. Göttingen 1985.

whom neither the rays of the sun look at

nor the bright eye of Leto’s daughter. (Transl. E Bianchelli)

Sappho 199 LP – Poetarum Lesbiorum Fragmenta, p. 105, ed. E. Lobel and D. L. Page. Oxford 1955

Hesiod fr 245 MW – Fragmenta Hesiodea, p. 120, ed.  Merkelbach and M.L. West. Oxford 1967. 

Pherekydes 3F121– Die Fragmente der griechischen Historiker 1, p. 92, ed. F. Jacoby. 2d ed. Leiden 1957. 

Akousilaos 2F36 – Die Fragmente der griechischen Historiker 1, p. 56, ed. F. Jacoby. 2d ed. Leiden 1957. 

Paisandros mythographus 16F7 – Die Fragmente der griechischen Historiker 1, p. 181, ed. F. Jacoby. 2d ed. Leiden 1957.

Alkaios 317 LP – Poetarum Lesbiorum Fragmenta, p. 263, ed. E. Lobel and D. L. Page. Oxford 1955

Hesiod, Megalai Ehoiai fr 260 MW – Fragmenta Hesiodea, p. 127, ed.  Merkelbach and M.L. West. Oxford 1967. 

Epimenides 3B14 Die Fragmente der Vorsokratiker 1, p. 35, ed. H. Diels and W. Kranz. 6th ed. Berlin 1951.

Σ AR 4.57-58 – Scholia in Apollonium Rhodium vetera, p. 274, ed. C. Wendel. Berlin 1935

Greek Text

Apollonios of Rhodes, Argonautika4.57-58

Not I alone then stray to the Latinian cave, nor do I alone burn with love for fair Endymion. Greek Text

Theokritos 3.49-50  – Bucolici Graeci, p. 18, ed. A. S. F. Gow. Oxford 1952.

For me enviable is Endymion who sleeps an unchangeable slumber. (Transl. E. Bianchelli)

ApB 1.7.5 – Apollodoros, Bibliotheke (Library)

Calyce and Aethlius had a son Endymion who led Aeolians from Thessaly and founded Elis. But some say that he was a son of Zeus. As he was of surpassing beauty, the Moon fell in love with him, and Zeus allowed him to choose what he would, and he chose to sleep for ever, remaining deathless and ageless. Greek Text

Loukianos, Dialogi Deorum (Dialogues of the Gods) 19


What is this I hear about you, Selene? When your car is over Caria, you stop it to gaze at Endymion sleeping hunter-fashion in the open; sometimes, they tell me, you actually get out and go down to him.

Ah, Aphrodite, ask that son of yours; it is he must answer for it all.

Well now, what a naughty boy! he gets his own mother into all sorts of scrapes; I must go down, now to Ida for Anchises of Troy, now to Lebanon for my Assyrian stripling;—mine? no, he put Persephone in love with him too, and so robbed me of half my darling. I have told him many a time that if he would not behave himself I would break his artillery for him, and clip his wings; and before now I have smacked his little behind with my slipper. It is no use; he is frightened and cries for a minute or two, and then forgets all about it. But tell me, is Endymion handsome? That is always a comfort in our humiliation.

Most handsome, I think, my dear; you should see him when he has spread out his cloak on the rock and is asleep; his javelins in his left hand, just slipping from his grasp, the right arm bent upwards, making a bright frame to the face, and he breathing softly in helpless slumber. Then I come noiselessly down, treading on tiptoe not to wake and startle him—but there, you know all about it; why tell you the rest? I am dying of love, that is all. Greek Text



Edited by Elena Bianchelli, Senior Lecturer of Classical Languages and Culture, Univ. of Georgia, July 2020

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