Ghosts of melodious prophesyings rave Round every spot where trod Apollo's foot; Bronze clarions awake, and faintly bruit, Where long ago a giant battle was; And, from the turf, a lullaby doth pass In every place where infant Orpheus slept. Feel we these things? that moment have we stept Into a sort of oneness, and our state Is like a floating spirit's. But there are Richer entanglements, enthralments far More self-destroying, leading, by degrees, To the chief intensity: the crown of these Is made of love and friendship, and sits high Upon the forehead of humanity.
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burne' d is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man.Christopher Marlowe
Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight,And burnèd is Apollo's laurel bough,That sometime grew within this learnèd man.Faustus is gone. Regard his hellish fall,Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wiseOnly to wonder at unlawful things,Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits,To practise more than heavenly power permits.Christopher Marlowe
All saints revile her, and all sober men Ruled by the God Apollo's golden mean In scorn of which we sailed to find her In distant regions likeliest to hold her Whom we desired above all things to know, Sister of the mirage and echo.robert graves
No one will deny that the soul of Pythagoras was sent to mankind from Apollo's domain, having either been one of his attendants, or more intimate associates, which may be inferred both from his birth, and his versatile wisdom.iamblichus of chalcis
Apollo's angry; and the heavens themselves Do strike at my injustice.