Hades

and the arrow in his brawny shoulder caused him great anguish till Paieon healed him by spreading soothing herbs on the wound, for Hades was not of mortal mold.

You shall yield glory to myself, and your soul [ psukhê] to Hades of the noble steeds.

I had seven brothers in my father's house, but on the same day they all went within the house of Hades.

to the courts of death, winged Hades glaring from beneath his dark brows.

for thou in days gone by didst find salvation for him, so now be thou a saviour from the toils of death and stay bloodthirsty Hades.

Let Hades know, that swarthy god, and that old man who sits to row and steer alike at his death-ferry, that he hath carried o’er the lake of Acheron in his two-oared skiff a woman peerless amidst her sex.

But Rhea was subject in love to Cronos and bore splendid children, Hestia, Demeter, and gold-shod Hera and strong Hades, pitiless in heart, who dwells under the earth, and the loud-crashing Earth-Shaker, and wise Zeus, father of gods and men, by whose thunder the wide earth is shaken.

There, in front, stand the echoing halls of the god of the lower-world, strong Hades, and of awful Persephone.

Hades trembled where he rules over the dead below, and the Titans under Tartarus who live with Cronos, because of the unending clamor and the fearful strife.

You must go to the house of Hades and of dread Persephone to consult the ghost [ psukhê] of the blind Theban seer [ mantis] Teiresias whose mind [ phrenes] is still in place within him.

On this, many dead men's ghosts [ psukhai] will come to you, and you must tell your men to skin the two sheep that you have just killed, and offer them as a burnt sacrifice with prayers to Hades and to Persephone.

When, however, death took him to the house of Hades, his sons divided his estate and cast lots for their shares, but to me they gave a holding and little else;

I, therefore, will ask those below for pardon, since I am forced to this, and will obey those who have come to authority.

And praying there to Hades, the only god she worships, perhaps she will obtain immunity from death, or else will learn, at last, even this late, that it is fruitless labor to revere the dead.

As to whose deed it is, Hades and the dead are witnesses.

Well, then, does the tragedy write concerning Hades:

I have come from out of the charnel-house and gates of gloom, where Hades dwells apart from gods, I Polydorus, a son of Hecuba, the daughter of Cisseus, and of Priam.

I have begged this from the powers below, to find a tomb and fall into my mother’s hands.

There in Hades’ courts shall I lie apart from you.

you who have received so many bodies slain by my sword for Helen’s sake, you have your payment;

You, too, Hades of the world below, I call as an ally;

For Achilles was Hades after all, not the son of Peleus, whom you held out to me as a husband, and you brought me in a chariot to a bloody wedding by treachery.

Hades sings in laments, in chants—not songs of triumph.

Hurled the pollution of Hellas to Hades!

No longer, after she is married to Hades.

--> “Dark-haired Hades, ruler over the departed, father Zeus bids me bring noble Persephone forth from Erebus unto the gods, that her mother may see her with her eyes and cease from her dread anger with the immortals;

None other of the deathless gods is to blame, but only cloud-gathering Zeus who gave her to Hades, her father's brother, to be called his buxom wife.

And Hades seized her and took her loudly crying in his chariot down to his realm of mist and gloom.

also that he only should be the appointed messenger to Hades, who, though he takes no gift, shall give him no mean prize.

Did Hades have some greater desire to feast on my offspring than on hers?

But never by weeping nor by prayer will you resurrect your father from the pool of Hades which receives all men.

If you suggest that I keep hope for those who have surely passed to Hades, you will trample even harder upon me as I waste away.

it was either an escort from the gods, or else the dark world of the dead kindly split open to receive him.

Where the favor of the nether night is stored up, there is no room for sorrow;

If only murderous Hades would join me in death to my aged father!

Grant that the fierce god of death, who now without the bronze of shields, though among cries like those of battle, wraps me in the flames of his onset, may turn his back in speedy flight from our land, borne by a favorable wind to the great chamber of Amphitrite, or to the Thracian waves, those waters where none find haven.

he lays waste to the house of Cadmus, but enriches Hades with groans and tears.

You can see life after life speed away, like a bird on the wing, swifter than irresistible fire, to the shore of the western god.