"Nectar" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... who is the son of Metis or Discretion, was one of the guests. When the feast was over, Penia or Poverty, as the manner is on such occasions, came about the doors to beg. Now Plenty who was the worse for nectar (there was no wine in those days), went into the garden of Zeus and fell into a heavy sleep, and Poverty considering her own straitened circumstances, plotted to have a child by him, and accordingly she lay down at his side and conceived Love, who ...
— Symposium • Plato
... men I was kindly received at my falling." So did he speak, and with smiles was he heard by majestical Hera, And from the hand of her son with a smile she accepted the goblet; Then to the rest of the Gods, from the right of the circle beginning, Pass'd he the cup, ever pouring the nectar divine from the pitcher: But in the Gods ever-blest there was stirr'd an unquenchable laughter, Seeing Hephaestus advance in his ministry round the assembly. Thus through the livelong day till the sun into ocean descended, Feasted the Gods, nor to any was wanting his share of the banquet, Nor ...
— Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 59, No. 367, May 1846 • Various
... Mrs. Dick said no more as to that. The way she said it was enough. They had come to the door of her newly finished house, a clean, home-like place from which a fragrance of preparing breakfast flowed like a ravishing nectar. "Where are they now?" she demanded impatiently. "Wherever they are it ain't fit for a horse! Why don't you ...
— The Furnace of Gold • Philip Verrill Mighels
... ever sit down in your kingdom and see what a royal throne you occupied? What a reception your flowers give you! The ambrosia and nectar of the feasts of the deities of fable are overshadowed by the fragrance and sweetness of your worshippers. It would seem that every flower, like a royal subject, was bent on rendering the most exalted honor to her king. No ...
— Trees, Fruits and Flowers of Minnesota, 1916 • Various
... you like," replied the man, good-humoredly. "But I haven't time to listen to you now. I'll take master this brandy—which, by the way, is the best of its kind. I wish he'd take a notion to leave half of it in the glass, for it's fairly nectar—then I'll be back in a trice, and you can consider me at your service for the rest ...
— Jolly Sally Pendleton - The Wife Who Was Not a Wife • Laura Jean Libbey
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