Hybla : Hybla Minor, city on east coast of Sicily, mentioned frequently by ancient poets for its honey, its ‘golden milk’.
... The Slave* Naked and hungry, abject, pale with fright, A slave—behold my ageing, tortured clay— Free once I revelled through the foam-fresh day Of honeyed Hybla with her dim blue height. I left the happy isle!.... If ever you rove Towards the bee-music and the wine-delight Of Syracuse, following he swan's spring-flight, O friend, remember ...
... hell-brewed legacy of arts. MARCION Were it not wisely done to call him hither? IAMBLICHUS 'Tis wisely urged, good Marcion. Make good haste Page 754 And drench thy words in Hybla's golden milk To lure him thence. Exit Marcion. But you with dance and song Beguile the laggard moments into joy. Page 755 Scene II A glade in the woodlands. ALACIEL ...
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