Apollo – Mythopedia Apollo was one of the Twelve Olympians and the Greek god of prophecy, healing, art, and culture He embodied the Greek ideal of masculine beauty
Phoebe – Mythopedia Phoebe was a Greek Titan better known for her descendants than for her own exploits Her daughter Leto went on to have an affair with Zeus and gave birth to the powerful Olympians Apollo and Artemis
Aeneid: Book 3 (Full Text) - Mythopedia The shore that Phoebus has design’d for you, At farther distance lies, conceal’d from view Go happy hence, and seek your new abodes, Blest in a son, and favor’d by the gods: For I with useless words prolong your stay, When southern gales have summon’d you away ’
Artemis – Mythopedia Artemis, one of the Twelve Olympians, was the Greek goddess of the hunt, nature, and wild animals A virgin goddess, she fiercely defended her chastity
Homeric Hymns: 3. To Apollo (Full Text) - Mythopedia Forthwith Phoebus Apollo spoke out among the deathless goddesses: “The lyre and the curved bow shall ever be dear to me, and I will declare to men the unfailing will of Zeus ” (133–139) So said Phoebus, the long-haired god who shoots afar and began to walk upon the wide-pathed earth; and all goddesses were amazed at him
Iliad: Book 20 (Full Text) - Mythopedia Phoebus impels, and Phoebus gives him force Restrain his bold career; at least, to attend Our favour’d hero, let some power descend To guard his life, and add to his renown, We, the great armament of heaven, came down Hereafter let him fall, as Fates design, That spun so short his life’s illustrious line: [261]
Iliad: Book 1 (Full Text) - Mythopedia The priest of Phoebus sought by gifts to gain His beauteous daughter from the victor’s chain; The fleet he reach’d, and, lowly bending down, Held forth the sceptre and the laurel crown, Intreating all; but chief implored for grace The brother-kings of Atreus’ royal race: The generous Greeks their joint consent declare, The priest to
Iliad: Book 21 (Full Text) - Mythopedia Full and express, that Phoebus should employ His sacred arrows in defence of Troy, And make her conquer, till Hyperion’s fall In awful darkness hide the face of all?” He spoke in vain — The chief without dismay Ploughs through the boiling surge his desperate way Then rising in his rage above the shores, From all his deep the bellowing
Homeric Hymns: 21. To Apollo (Full Text) - Mythopedia TO APOLLO (1–5) Phoebus, of you even the swan sings with clear voice to the beating of his wings, as he alights upon the bank by the eddying river Peneus; and of you the sweet-tongued minstrel, holding his high-pitched lyre, always sings both first and last And so hail to you, lord! I seek your favour with my song