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APOLLO AND HYACINTHUS

- By Thomas Bulfinch
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Thomas Bulfinch (July 15, 1796 – May 27, 1867[1]) was an American writer born in Newton, Massachusetts, best known for the book Bulfinch's Mythology. Bulfinch belonged to a well-educated merchant family of modest[citation needed] means. His father was Charles Bulfinch, the architect of the Massachusetts State House in Boston and parts of the U.S. Capitol in Washington, D.C. He attended Phillips Exeter Academy. Bulfinch supported himself through his position at the Merchants' Bank of Boston. Bulfinch was also an anti-homosexuality activist during the final years of his life.[citation needed]

APOLLO AND HYACINTHUS

"Purple" by Lee Royal is licensed under CC by-NC-ND 2.0.

Apollo was passionately fond of a youth named Hyacinthus. He accompanied him in his sports, carried the nets when he went fishing, led the dogs when he went to hunt, followed him in his excursions in the mountains, and neglected for him his lyre and his arrows. One day they played a game of quoits together, and Apollo, heaving aloft the discus, with strength mingled with skill, sent it high and far. Hyacinthus watched it as it flew and excited with the sport, ran forward to seize it, eager to make his throw, when the quoit bounded from the earth and stuck him in the forehead. He fainted and fell. The god, as pale as himself, raised him and tried all his art to stanch the wound and retain the flitting life, but all in vain; the hurt was past the power of medicine. As, when one has broken the stem of a lily in the garden, it hangs its head and turns its flowers to the earth, so the head of the dying boy, as if too heavy for his neck, fell over on his shoulder. "Thou diest, Hyacinth," so spoke Phoebus, "robbed of thy youth by me. Thine is the suffering, mine the crime. Would that I could die for thee! But since that may not be thou shalt live with me in memory and in song. My lyre shall celebrate thee, my song shall tell thy fate, and thou shalt become a flower inscribed with my regret." While Apollo spoke, behold the blood which had flowed of hue more beautiful than the Tyrian sprang up, resembling the lily, if it were not that this is purple and that silvery white. And this was not enough for Phoebus; but to confer still greater honor, he marked the petals with his sorrow, and inscribed "Ah! Ah!" upon them, as we see to this day. The flower bears the name of Hyacinthus, and with every returning spring revives the memory of his fate.

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Additional Information:

Rating: B

Words: 1080

Unique Words : 183

Sentences : 17

Reading Time : 1:29

Noun : 84

Conjunction : 41

Adverb : 16

Interjection : 1

Adjective : 18

Pronoun : 45

Verb : 61

Preposition : 36

Letter Count : 1,370

Sentiment : Positive

Tone : Conversational

Difficult Words : 83

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