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November 11, 2008:
This community is open again!
1. You must join the community. You do not have to be stamped in order to vote on others, but you must join the community.
2. No anonymous commenting or posting.
3. No immature bickering. If you have an issue with another member, take it up with him/her privately.
4. This community is for both males and females. Hey, even Homer appealed to the muses.
5. Do not hotlink, please!
6. In the subject line of your application, please put: "Who is my muse?" in order for us to now you had read the rules.
7. Pictures are not mandatory.
8. If you plan to post pictures, please include at least three.
9. Restamps are allowed.
10. All entries are friends only, therefore you have to be a member to view the entries and post.
11. Please bold your votes and try to limit your votes to two muses.
12. Try elaborating on your votes. Praises are highly recommended.
13. Do not ever steal someone else's work. You will be instantly banned, if done.
14. Feel free to post your works, or someone else's. Just give proper credit when it is due.
15. Please put larger images or text under an LJ cut.
Affiliates and Promoting
16. If you want to affiliate, please comment on this entry here.
17. Feel free to promote any rating community or community related to literature, mythology, or Ancient Greece.
18. When promoting, please put larger images under an LJ cut.
19. You do have to be stamped to promote.
This is for stamped members. You can fill out this survey and break the ice with everyone, or find someone with common interests. Please tag this "member introduction". View more member introductions here.
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A list of the stamped members is here.
But when, Calliope, thy loud harp rang--
In Epic grandeur rose the lofty strain;
The clash of arms, the trumpet's awful clang
Mixed with the roar of conflict on the plain;
The ardent warrior bade his coursers wheel,
Trampling in dust the feeble and the brave,
Destruction flashed upon his glittering steel,
While round his brow encrimsoned laurels waved,
And o'er him shrilly shrieked the demon of the grave.
Majestic Clio touched her silver wire,
And through time's lengthened vista moved a train,
In dignity sublime;--the patriot's fire
Kindled its torch in heaven's resplendent ray,
And 'mid contention rose to Heaven again.
But when Erato brushed her flowery lute,
What strains of sweetness whispered in the wind!
Soft as at evening when the shepherd's flute
To tones of melting love alone resigned,
Breathes through the windings of the silent vale;
Complaining accents tremble on the gale,
Or notes of ecstacy serenely roll.
So when the smiling muse of Cupid sung,
Her melody sighed out the sorrowing soul,
Or o'er her silken chords sweet notes of gladness rung.
Euterpe glanced her fingers o'er her lute,
And lightly waked it to a cheerful strain,
Then laid it by, and took the mellow flute,
Whose softly flowing warble filled the plain:
It was a lay that roused the drooping soul,
And bade the tear of sorrow cease to flow;
From shady woods the Nymphs enchanted stole,
While laughing Cupids bent the silver bow,
Fluttering like fays that flit in Luna's softened glow.
But oh Melpomene! thy lyre of wo--
To what a mournful pitch its keys were strung,
And when thou badest its tones of sorrow flow,
Each weeping Muse, enamoured, o'er thee hung:
How sweet--how heavenly sweet, when faintly rose
The song of grief, and at its dying close
The soul seemed melting in the trembling breast;
The eye in dews of pity flowed away,
And every heart, by sorrow's load opprest,
To infant softness sunk, as breathed thy mournful
The rage of Pindar filled the sounding air,
As Polyhymnia tried her skill divine;
The shaggy lion roused him from his lair,
And bade his blood-stained eyes in fury shine;
The famished eagle poised his waving wings,
Whetting his thirsty beak--while murder rose,
With hand that grasps a dirk, with eye that glows.
And when Terpsichore, with iris-plume,
Bade o'er her lute her rosy fingers fly;
'T was pleasure all--the fawns in mingled choirs,
Glanced on the willing nymphs their wanton fires,
Joy shook his glittering pinions as he flew;
The shout of rapture and the song of bliss,
The sportive titter and the melting kiss,
All blended with the smile, that shone like early dew.
How light the strain when, decked in vernal bloom,
Thalia tuned her lyre of melody.
Urania, o'er her star-bespangled lyre,
With touch of majesty diffused her soul;
A thousand tones, that in the breast inspire,
Exalted feelings, o er the wires 'gan roll--
She sang of night that clothed the infant world,
In strains as solemn as its dark profound--
How at the call of Jove the mist unfurled,
And o'er the swelling vault--the glowing sky,
The new-born stars hung out their lamps on high,
And rolled their mighty orbs to music's sweetest
From James G. Percival's "An Ode to Music"
SPECIALTY STAMP: (This is given by the mods.)
Are you so well-rounded that you have almost all/all
the muses in you? If you do, you will also be given
the title of Mnemosyne.
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