ddess, Queen of fair-set Salamis, and
of all Cyprus, and give to me song desirable, while I shall be mindful of
thee and of another song.

X. TO ATHENE

Of Pallas Athene, the saviour of cities, I begin to sing; dread Goddess,
who with Ares takes keep of the works of war, and of falling cities, and
battles, and the battle din. She it is that saveth the hosts as they go
and return from the fight. Hail Goddess, and give to us happiness and
good fortune.

XI. TO HERA

I sing of golden-throned Hera, whom Rhea bore, an immortal queen in
beauty pre-eminent, the sister and the bride of loud-thundering Zeus, the
lady renowned, whom all the Blessed throughout high Olympus honour and
revere no less than Zeus whose delight is the thunder.

XII. TO DEMETER

Of fair-tressed Demeter the holy Goddess I begin to sing; of her and the
Maiden, the lovely Persephone. Hail Goddess, and save this city and
inspire my song.

XIII. TO THE MOTHER OF THE GODS

Sing for me, clear-voiced Muse, daughter of great Zeus, the mother of all
Gods and all mortals, who is glad in the sound of rattles and drums, and
in the noise of flutes, and in the cry of wolves and fiery-eyed lions,
and in the echoing hills, and the woodland haunts; even so hail to thee
and to Goddesses all in my song.

XIV. TO HERACLES THE LION-HEART

Of Heracles the son of Zeus will I sing, mightiest of mortals, whom
Alcmena bore in Thebes of the fair dancing places, for she had lain in
the arms of Cronion, the lord of the dark clouds. Of old the hero
wandered endlessly over land and sea, at the bidding of Eurystheus the
prince, and himself wrought many deeds of fateful might, and many he
endured; but now in the fair haunts of snowy Olympus he dwells in joy,
and hath white-ankled Hebe for his wife. Hail prince, son of Zeus, and
give to us valour and good fortune.

XV. TO ASCLEPIUS

Of the healer of diseases, Asclepius, I begin to sing, the son of Apollo,
whom fair Coronis bore in the Dotian plain, the daughter of King
Phlegyas; a great joy to men was her son, and the soother of evil pains.
Even so do thou hail, O Prince, I pray to thee in my song.

XVI. TO THE DIOSCOURI

Of Castor and Polydeuces do thou sing,--shrill Muse, the Tyndaridae, sons
of Olympian Zeus, whom Lady Leda bore beneath the crests of Taygetus,
having been secretly conquered by the desire of Cronion of the dark
clouds. Hail, ye sons of Tyndarus, y