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Referat og Ressurser

THENCE, in his saffron robe, for distant Thrace,
Hymen departs, thro' air's unmeasur'd space;
By Orpheus call'd, the nuptial Pow'r attends,
But with ill-omen'd augury descends;
Nor chearful look'd the God, nor prosp'rous spoke,
Nor blaz'd his torch, but wept in hissing smoke.
In vain they whirl it round, in vain they shake,
No rapid motion can its flames awake.

- Ovid, Metamorphoses

Foibos Apollo

Denne siden ble fullført 15. Mars, 1998, og er vedlikeholdt av Eirik Fatland