Metamorpheses, by Ovid

His look still grim with glaring eyes, and every kind of way
His cruel heart in outward shape doth well itself bewray.

Kalevala, by Elias Lönnrot

From the sea her head she lifted,
And her forehead she uplifted,
And she then began Creation,
And she brought the world to order.

Elegies (II), by Theognis

You’re like a horse, boy, who has had his fill
Of barley elsewhere, then comes back to me,
Wanting a gentle rider, a cool spring,
Soft meadows to run in, and some shady woods.

Taliesin, from The Mabinogion

And she went forth after him, running.
And he saw her, and changed himself into a hare and fled.
But she changed herself into a greyhound and turned him.
And he ran towards a river, and became a fish.

Elegies (I), by Theognis

This city’s pregnant, Kurnos, and I fear
She’ll bear a man to crush our swelling pride
The people still have sense, but those in charge
Are turning, stumbling into evil ways.

Gilgamesh

Sweet-voice Aruru, mother of men, Screamed out, like a woman in childbirth: “If only that day had never been, when I spoke up for evil in the council of the gods! How could I have agreed to destroy My children by the Great Flood upon them? I have given birth to the human race, only…

Paradise Lost, by John Milton

Sight hateful, sight tormenting! thus these two
Imparadis’t in one anothers arms
The happier Eden, shall enjoy their fill
Of bliss on bliss, while I to Hell am thrust…

The Second Coming, by W.B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some…

Journey of The Magi, by T.S. Eliot

‘A cold coming we had of it,
Just the worst time of the year
For a journey, and such a long journey:
The ways deep and the weather sharp,
The very dead of winter.’