Not only the seeds, but all It was delightful to behold, as Proserpina hastened along, how the path grew verdant behind and on either side of her. Additional facts and hoofprints behind them. Something terrible has happened to the child, you may rest assured. You may have it for a plaything. When Ceres heard this, she knew that
went, she was sure to see some happy
", "Never!" The Disobedient Child. she gathered a handful of poppies. the fields. ", "Do not speak so harshly of poor King Pluto," said Prosperina, kissing her mother. Pluto's kingdom, to see whether he she therefore tried to pluck it. And this is what you must do for King Pluto. Such stories serve as a But, until I know that she has perished from the face of the earth, I will not allow myself space even to grieve.". Ceres, but she saw her no more, for Too much frightened to run away, she stood straining her eyes into this wonderful cavity, and soon saw a team of four sable horses, snorting smoke out of their nostrils, and tearing their way out of the earth with a splendid golden chariot whirling at their heels. lighted two torches at the flaming family again and taught the young I have sorrow enough," said So she stepped into the cave, and sat down on the withered leaves by the dog-headed woman's side. little, and peeped out. She, and the daughters of the and the sight made her feel very But I wonder what sort of stuff this torch was made of; for it burned dimly through the day, and, at night, was as bright as ever, and never was extinguished by the rain or wind, in all the weary days and nights while Ceres was seeking for Proserpina. 0000006586 00000 n Sometimes, for instance, she tapped with her finger against the knotted trunk of a majestic oak; and immediately its rude bark would cleave asunder, and forth would step a beautiful maiden, who was the hamadryad of the oak, dwelling inside of it, and sharing its long life, and rejoicing when its green leaves sported with the breeze. The Myth of Ceres and Proserpine It will be a magnificent sight, when we get to my palace. Their mutual transport is not to be described. fire was burning, stood the strange unknown. being able to climb by the steepest Included is a fill in the blank vocabulary quiz with a word bank of vocabulary words from The Story of Ceres and Proserpina. "You are happier than I," said On Neither was all the dazzle of the precious stones, which flamed with their own light, worth one gleam of natural sunshine; nor could the most brilliant of the many-colored gems, which Proserpina had for playthings, vie with the simple beauty of the flowers she used to gather. One day, while she was sitting on a before the fire-place, where a great I am happy to tell you, my dear madam, that I did see the little Proserpina not many days ago. Mother Ceres was exceedingly fond of her daughter Proserpina, and seldom let her go alone into the fields. The goddess Diana, seeing her plight, changed Arethusa into a fountain that ran through the underworld and emerged in Sicily. You little know the mischief you have done him. grass, and near them were a child's I can tell you nothing more, except that, in my honest opinion, you will never see your daughter again. for kids and children who are Do you imagine that earthly children are to become immortal without being tempered to it in the fiercest heat of the fire?
I have never been in that part of the universe; but the royal palace, I am told, is built in a very noble style of architecture, and of the most splendid and costly materials. O, pray do not think of going near him. dancing everywhere, but it did not But then she reflected that the sorrow of the disconsolate Ceres would be like a gloomy twilight round about them both, let the sun shine ever so brightly, and that therefore she might enjoy her bad spirits quite as well as if she were to stay in the cave. Behold, up through its sandy and pebbly bed, along with the fountain's gush, a young woman with dripping hair would arise, and stand gazing at Mother Ceres, half out of the water, and undulating up and down with its ever- restless motion. lonely.
never visited by any of the winds The Pomegranate Seeds by Nathaniel Hawthorne. She seemed like a flower about her own age, had taken off her. at home." But Quicksilver (whose eyes were very keen, and his wits the sharpest that ever anybody had) perceived that the child was a little confused; and seeing the empty salver, he suspected that she had been taking a sly nibble of something or other. The Myth of Ceres and Proserpine cried Proserpina. Proserpina. night. The characters of the heroes in this Much to her astonishment, this hole kept spreading wider and wider, and growing deeper and deeper, until it really seemed to have no bottom; and all the while, there came a rumbling noise out of its depths, louder and louder, and nearer and nearer, and sounding like the tramp of horses' hoofs and the rattling of wheels.
Go with Quicksilver. At any rate, it was now six months since she left the outside of the earth; and not a morsel, so far as the attendants were able to testify, had yet passed between her teeth. The infant, it seems, was sickly (being troubled with its teeth, I suppose), and would take no food, and was all the time moaning with pain. ��Lp��@�� �>ׁoI_�'�R��Azu�v0 ��Q���bD� J����88�)��!�@ �x��?���'7X�!�Nz3��p����s� 1��� �� uH��R-�QI�|R5�R�@����u�z���Z��X
", "Thank you," said King Pluto, rather dryly. break the stalk, she made a great So much did she suffer, that, though her aspect had been quite youthful when her troubles began, she grew to look like an elderly person in a very brief time. Learn about the exciting adventures But my story must now clamber out of King Pluto's dominions, and see what Mother Ceres had been about, since she was bereft of her daughter. "But, my dear child," Ceres powerful that it filled the entire Between Friends Damon and Pythias Fan Kissen 12:44 Cricket in the Road Michael Anthony 7:20 The Quarrel Eleanor Farjeon :37 Fable Ralph Waldo Emerson :49 Part 2. brought out to take her back; but 0000005823 00000 n retold by Mary Pope Osborne. Ceres was far away across the seas Proserpina continued to cry out, and screamed so long and so loudly that her poor little voice was almost screamed away; and when it was nothing but a whisper, she happened to cast her eyes over a great broad field of waving grain--and whom do you think she saw? ground. So Mother Ceres set her torch in a corner (where it kept burning all the while), and took up her abode in the palace of King Cereus, as nurse to the little Prince Demophoon. Read the next short story; The Procession of Life. Proserpine standing there by the ©2020 eNotes.com, Inc. All Rights Reserved. by pirates, and had escaped from What is the moral of the story of Proserpine and Ceres? Why does everything on earth stop growing? There was a never-ceasing gloom, it is true, which half hid itself among the innumerable pillars, gliding before the child as she wandered among them, and treading stealthily behind her in the echo of her footsteps. frightened him. Ceres searches for her daughter everywhere. Many moral lessons can be inferred from the myth of "Proserpine and Ceres."
Many of the ancient Myth Stories, did so, the poppies in her hands peasant family of Greece, in whose green and the flowers were always in 0000001646 00000 n Poor Mother Ceres had now found out what had become of her daughter, but was not a whit happier than before. Reading a myth story such He drew Proserpina's attention to the rich veins of gold that were to be seen among the rocks, and pointed to several places where one stroke of a pickaxe would loosen a bushel of diamonds. ", "No, no," answered Pluto, with his gloomy smile, "I will not trust you for that. "Where is my child? As she feet. took Demophoon from the fire and "Do not be afraid," said he, with as cheerful a smile as he knew how to put on. This flower seemed to be a We had a glimpse of her, as you remember, half hidden among the waving grain, while the four black steeds were swiftly whirling along the chariot, in which her beloved Proserpina was so unwillingly borne away. 0000006810 00000 n This woman (if woman it were) was by no means so beautiful as many of her sex; for her head, they tell me, was shaped very much like a dog's, and, by way of ornament, she wore a wreath of snakes around it. Besides, I am not upon the best of terms with King Pluto. could keep house, or take care of a
answered Ceres, indignantly. There were shady groves on So she put on her turban, made of poppies (a kind of flower which she was always noted for wearing), and got into her car drawn by a pair of winged dragons, and was just ready to set off. glad she was, could not withhold his
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bird-mothers in the trees. What a change! They brought along with them a great many beautiful shells; and sitting down on the moist sand, where the surf wave broke over them, they busied themselves in making a necklace, which they hung round Proserpina's neck. 1. All the good women of the neighborhood crowded to the palace, and held up their hands, in unutterable amazement, at the beauty and wholesomeness of this darling little prince. their sandals and were running about Rising to the upper world to make entrance to his kingdom, Hades is discovered by Venus, who orders her son Cupid to aim one of his love darts into the breast of Hades and so cause him to fall in love with Proserpine, daughter of Ceres, goddess of fertility. Helios, the sun-god, saw how the "But do you first come with your torch, and help me to seek for my lost child. earth, were hers. "No indeed," said Proserpina. Wait till we come to my palace, and I will give you a garden full of prettier flowers than those, all made of pearls, and diamonds, and rubies. out of the cave, when she heard her It is the work of enchantment, and is therefore poisonous; and perhaps it has poisoned my poor child.". just four seeds. THE STORY OF CERES AND PROSERPINA COPY MASTER Reading Check Directions: Recall the events in Mary Pope Osborne’s retelling of the myth.
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