Cronion : epithet of Zeus, as son of Cronos.
... who guides his world in a round that is devious Carried this way and that like a ship that is tossed on the waters. Page 377 Why should we rail then at one who is lame by the force of Cronion? Not by his will is he lame; he would race, if he could, with the swiftest. Yet is the halt man no runner, nor, friends, must you rise up and slay me, If I should say of this priest, he is neither... glad and unwilling Bring thee a perfect gift to my sisters Ditis and Anna. Eurus, there in my land thou shalt look on such hills as thy vision Gazed not on yet, with their craggy tops besieging Cronion, Sheeted in virgin white and chilling his feet with their vastness. Thou shalt rejoice in our wooded peaks and our fruit-bearing valleys, Lakes of Elysium dreaming and wide and rivers of wonder... soul is Atrides. Bound by their debt to the fathers, Curbed by the god in them painfully move the lives of the noble, Forced to obey the eye that watches within in their bosoms. Ever since Zeus Cronion turned in our will towards the waters, Scourged by the heavens in my dearest, wronged by men and their clamours, Griefs untold I have borne in Argos and Aulis and Troas, Yoked to this sacred toil ...
... are by Time and the Will eternal that moves us, And for each birth its hour is set in the night or the dawning. There is an hour for knowledge, an hour to forget and to labour." Great Cronion ceased and high in the heavenly silence Rose in their midst the voice of the loud impetuous Ares Sounding far in the luminous fields of his soul as with thunder. "Father, we know and we... Therefore Cassandra cries in vain to her sire and her brothers. All I endure I foresee and the strength in me waits for its coming: All I foresee I approve; for I know what is willed, O Cronion. Yet is the fierce strength wroth in my breast at the need of approval And for the human race fierce pity works in my bosom; Wroth is my splendid heart with the cowering knowledge of... like gods and bind their thoughts into oneness; Peace I will build with gold and heaven with the pearls of my caverns." Page 93 Smiling replied to his brother's craft the mighty Cronion: "Lord of the boundless seas, Poseidon, soul of the surges, Well thou knowest that earth shall be seized as a booth for the trader. Rome nor Greece nor France can drive back Carthage ...
... out of it by a somewhat pompous and ill-balanced turn at the end: Son of Cronion, of Zeus the Almighty was I — but afflictions Ever-unending I knew. Surely it was nothing save defect of the poetic afflatus that could not strike upon a more moving approximation like I was the child of Zeus Cronion, yet have I suffered Infinite pain. Sri Aurobindo's sovereign mark ...
... to approach them in quality and manner. In the deep yet clear type, we may cite that "world-cry" from Horner: I was the son of Zeus the Cronion, yet have I suffered Infinite pain. (K.D.S.) Equally magnificent in its expression of a similar motive in a more picturesque style is the ...
... horse. Climene: Wife of Merops, king of Ethiopia. She was beloved of the Sun and bore to him Phaethon, who later tried to drive his father's chariot and nearly destroyed the earth. Cronion: Zeus (son of Cronos). Cronos or Cronus: Father of Zeus. The youngest of the twelve titans, children of Gaea, the Earth, and Uranus the Sky. Father of six Greek gods: Zeus. Poseidon, Hades ...
... knowledge. Then there is the tone of voice, which links together the utterances of various poets. Take Zenos men pais ea Kronionos autar oixun Eikhon apeiresien, (I was the son of Zeus Cronion, yet have I suffered Infinite pain,) and O passi graviora! dabit Deus his quoque finem, (Fiercer griefs we have suffered; to these too God will give ending,) and ...
... Story of Philosophy "Friedrich Nietzsche" (Pocket Books Inc., New York), PP.407. 2 Ibid. 3 Ilion, p. 116 Page 320 All I foresee I approve; for I know what is willed, O Cronion. Yet is the fierce strength wroth in my breast at the need of approval And for the human race fierce pity works in my bosom; Wroth is my splendid heart with the cowering knowledge ...
... I may start with that snatch from the Odyssey: Zenos men pais ea Kronlonos autar oixun Eikhon apeiresien, which I may approximate in English with: I was the child of Zeus Cronion, yet have I suffered Infinite pain. Or take that equally poignant yet more reassured cry from Virgil: O passi graviora! dabit deus his quoque finem, rendered most sensitively ...
... Homer he fails in poetic sensitiveness, both in rhythm and word. Here is Homer, godlike yet direct: Zenos men pais ea Kronion autar oixun Eikhon apereisien. Here is Cotterill: Son of Cronion, of Zeus the Almighty was I, but afflictions Ever-unending I knew. The translator has knocked half the world-cry out by a somewhat pompous and cluttered and ill-balanced turn at the end. He ...
... Therefore Cassandra cries in vain to her sire and her brothers. All I endure I foresee and the strength in me waits for its coming; All I foresee I approve; for I know what is willed, O Cronion. ... I will go forth from your seats and descend to the night among mortals There to guard the flame and the mystery; vast in my moments Rare and sublime to sound like a sea against ...
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