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The Story of Phaeton (VI) – Ovid

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    Mountain Fire (c.1903 – c.1908)

 

              John Singer Sargent

 

                       _________

 

 

because Phaeton was light, nor cou’d 

he fill the seat, the horses he would’ve

controlled forsake / Their stated course, 

and leave the beaten track

 

                What cou’d he do? his eyes, if backward cast,
                Find a long path he had already past;
                If forward, still a longer path they find:
                Both he compares, and measures in his mind;
                And sometimes casts an eye upon the east,
                And sometimes looks on the forbidden west, 

 

note the description of the movement 

of the eyes, backward, forward, east

and west, uncontrolled, erratic, nearing 

madness, despite attempts, however 

futile, to remain rational, steady, his 

very mind, comparing, measuring, is 

quickly losing its bearings

 

forbidden, once again, this should 

probably read forbidding

 

                The horses’ names he knew not in the fright,
                Nor wou’d he loose the reins, nor cou’d he hold ’em right. 

 

“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, 

Prancer, and Vixen! / “On, Comet! 

On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!,

who drove another of the very few 

famous chariots in our Western 

cultural history

 

couldn’t help it

 

the only other one I could think of 

is that of the Four Horsemen of 

the Apocalypse, red, white, black, 

and pale horses, which I won’t get 

into, but to say that they have no 

names

 

the horses who drove the Chariot of

the Sun, meanwhile, were called

Phlegon, Aeos, Aethon, and Pyrios, 

though I fully admit that I had to 

look those up, then again I’ve never 

had to ride the Chariot of the Sun

 

it appears that Helios / Phoebus / 

Apollo had other steeds in his stable 

as well, for a rainy day, but they don’t 

feature in this particular story


                Now all the horrors of the Heav’ns he spies,
                And monstrous shadows of prodigious size,
                That, deck’d with stars, lye scatter’d o’er the skies. 

 

lye, lie


                There is a place above, where Scorpio bent
                In tail and arms surrounds a vast extent; 

 

Scorpio, the constellation Scorpius

visible only in the Southern hemisphere

 

Scorpio, represented by a scorpion,

thus has eight legs, or arms, and a 

highly distinctive tail


                In a wide circuit of the Heav’ns he shines,
                And fills the space of two coelestial signs. 

 

coelestial, celestial


                Soon as the youth beheld him vex’d with heat
                Brandish his sting, and in his poison sweat,
                Half dead with sudden fear he dropt the reins; 

 

vex’d with heat, from the wayward 

chariot, Scorpio [b]randish[es]

his sting

 

poison sweat, Scorpio, under the 

influence of the heat, sweat[s],

exudes, produces, characteristically, 

poison


                The horses felt ’em loose upon their mains, 

 

mains, manes, long hair


                And, flying out through all the plains above,
                Ran uncontroul’d where-e’re their fury drove;
                Rush’d on the stars, and through a pathless way
                Of unknown regions hurry’d on the day. 

 

hurry’d on the day, kept the day going

at its usual, however presently pathless, 

or uncharted, pace

 

                And now above, and now below they flew,
                And near the Earth the burning chariot drew. 

 

ever, and increasingly, ominously

                The clouds disperse in fumes, the wond’ring Moon
                Beholds her brother’s steeds beneath her own; 

 

wond’ring, confused, puzzled

 

Brother Sun, Sister Moon


                The highlands smoak, cleft by the piercing rays,
                Or, clad with woods, in their own fewel blaze. 

 

smoak, smoke

 

fewel, fuel

 

where the highlands are clad with 

woods, they blaze in the fires 

consuming their own trees


                Next o’er the plains, where ripen’d harvests grow,
                The running conflagration spreads below.
                But these are trivial ills: whole cities burn,
                And peopled kingdoms into ashes turn. 

 

an apocalypse

                The mountains kindle as the car draws near, 

 

the car, the chariot


                Athos and Tmolus red with fires appear; 

 

Athos, Mount Athos, Tmolus, Mount

Tmolus, both mountains in Greece,

both named after mountain gods


                Oeagrian Haemus (then a single name) 

 

Haemus Mons, an early name for 

the Balkan Mountains

 

Oeagria, Agria, a town in Greece

 

                And virgin Helicon increase the flame; 

 

Helicon, Mount Helicon, notable for

being the home of the Muses


                Taurus and Oete glare amid the sky, 

 

Taurus, the Taurus Mountains, a 

mountain range in southern Turkey 

 

Oete, Mount Oeta, a mountain in

Central Greece


                And Ida, spight of all her fountains, dry.
                Eryx and Othrys, and Cithaeron, glow,
                And Rhodope, no longer cloath’d in snow;
                High Pindus, Mimas, and Parnassus, sweat,
                And Aetna rages with redoubled heat. 

 

spight, in spite

Ida, Eryx, Othrys, CithaeronRhodope

Pindus, and the more familiar Parnassus

and Aetna, or Etna, are all mountains, or 

ranges, in the Mediterranean, Mimas, an 

island there, which is to say, a partially 

submerged mountain, all of them

sweltering

 

see above


                Ev’n Scythia, through her hoary regions warm’d, 

 

Scythia, a region northeast of Ancient 

Greece, barbarian to the more cultured 

people of Greek Antiquity, coarse 

forebears of the Cossacks 

 

hoary, sullied white, tired, withered 


                In vain with all her native frost was arm’d. 

 

even so frosty a region as Scythia

was not immune to, arm’d against, 

the running conflagration


                Cover’d with flames the tow’ring Appennine,
                And Caucasus, and proud Olympus, shine;
                And, where the long-extended Alpes aspire,
                Now stands a huge continu’d range of fire. 

 

the AppennineCaucasusOlympus

and Alpes, or Alps, are all mountain 

ranges throughout Europe, the 

representative part then of the 

known world

 

               Th’ astonisht youth, where-e’er his eyes cou’d turn,
                Beheld the universe around him burn:
                The world was in a blaze; nor cou’d he bear
                The sultry vapours and the scorching air,
                Which from below, as from a furnace, flow’d;
                And now the axle-tree beneath him glow’d:
                Lost in the whirling clouds that round him broke,
                And white with ashes, hov’ring in the smoke.
                He flew where-e’er the horses drove, nor knew
                Whither the horses drove, or where he flew. 

 

 

 

R ! chard

 

 

 

 

“A Visit from St. Nicholas” – Clement Clarke Moore / Henry Livingston, Jr.

                                        
                 Christmas Trio - Norman Rockwell
 
 
                                                             “Christmas Trio
 
                                                             Norman Rockwell
 
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‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar plums danc’d in their heads,
And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap —
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:
“Now! Dasher, now! Dancer, now! Prancer and Vixen,
“On! Comet, on! Cupid, on! Donder and Blitzen;
“To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
“Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys — and St. Nicholas too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound:
He was dress’d all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys was flung on his back,
And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:
His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples: how merry,
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face, and a little round belly
That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And fill’d all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight —
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.