...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. Such, then, was ^a««'/uo<, in the common Hellenic opinion. The typical Greek regarded "blessedness"...

...nectar, and the tolls are hurl'd Par below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Bound their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world...Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps und fiery sands, Clanging 6ghts, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands." Is it not...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands." The basis of the Greek idea of God was detachment; the basis of the Christian idea is identity. Through...

...lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. (1. 154-155) 461 Tennyson 462 90 r rags Do make their children blind, But fathers that...whore. Ne'er turns the key to the poor. (II, iv) 74 (I. 159 — 161) 91 Like a tale of little meaning though the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used...

...its pain. God's calm unconcern is like that of the gods "careless of mankind," who, as the poet says, smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight...plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands Ganging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. In moments of respite from...

...On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar . . . . . . they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships and praying hands. Here is the perfect picture of the Epicurean gods, insulated from all emotion and detached from all...