Tales of Greek Heroes is a book filled with Greek Mythology stories.
Gods and GoddessesEdit
1.) The Coming of the Immortals
2.) Hermes and Apollo
3.) The Story of Prometheus
4.) How Zeus and Hermes Went Visiting
5.) Typhon the Terrible
6.) The Adventures of Dionysus
7.) Perseus the Gorgon-slayer
8.) The Birth of Heracles
9.) The Choice of Heracles
10.) The Beginning of the Labors
11.) The Story of Admetus
12.) The Wanderings of Heracles
13.) The Golden Appled, and The Houndof Hell
14.) The Adventures
15.) The Quest of the Golden Fleece
16.) The Return of the Argonauts
17.) Meleager and Atalanta
18.) The First Fall of Troy
19.) The Battle of the Giants
The Coming of the ImmortalsEdit
- What forms are these coming
- So white through the gloom?
- What garments out-glistening
- The gold-flower'd broom?
- First hymn they the Father
- Of all things; and then
- The rest of Immortals
- The action of Men.
If ever you are lucky enough to visit the beautiful land of Greece you will find a country haunted by more than three thousand years of history and legend.
The towering mountains slope steeply into the bluest of blue seas, and between the mountains lie valleys green and silver with the leaves of a million olive trees; golden with in the early summer, and then brown and white as the hot sun driies all up until the wide rivers become tinkling streams wandering in great courses of grey and yellow stones.
In winter and early spring the mountains are clothed with snow; mist hides the higher lands, and the rivers are roaring torrents racing down into the great gulfs and bays which break up Greece into little divisions as surely as the myghty mountains do.
As you wander through Greece in the late spring you are back in those ancient days the moment you leave the towns behind. Up on the green slopes below the towering heights of the great mountains, of Parnassus or Taygetus or Cithaeron, you can sit and dream yourself back into the time when you might expect to meet an Immortal on the mountain, in the olive-groves, or in the lonely valleys.
Far away a shepherd pipes to his flock, magic notes stealing up through the warm silence: surely that is Pan, half-goat, half-human, who guarded the shepherds of old?