Narcissus went to find water and when he knelt over the lake he saw his reflection. Seeing his stunning features, he finally realised all the pain he had put women through because of his beauty.
In this myth, Narcissus experiences such a change. Can you tell what it is?
Yeah.
Into a flower.
It's a very pretty yellow flower often found nodding over pools, because Narcissus stared into the pool until he began to waste away. A nymph - Echo, I believe, with whose story his is often combined - took pity on him and turned him into a water-loving flower. There are a couple of different versions, but he always becomes a narcissus at the end.
Not a particularly manly man, Narcissus. *grins*
Reply:He fell in love with himself after he saw his reflection in a pool. But since the reflection wasn't real, it couldn't respond to him. Narcissus didn't know that though so he thought the reflection was rejecting him. He was heartbroken and faded away basically....losing his stamina, his youth and his beauty until he died.
Check out this site:
http://www.online-mythology.com/echo_nar...
Reply:Metamorphosis -- changing form.
The boy Narcissus was turned into a daffodil flower.
The story is from Ovid's Metamorphoses, a collection of myths about people who were turned into animals, birds and plants.
slippers
Monday, May 11, 2009
How do you pronounce 'Narcissus'?
I was always under the impression that the stress was on the first syllable (NAR-cissus), but apparently it's pronounced nar-CI-ssus. Don't most people pronounce it NAR-cissus? Which is right, and which pronunciation do you hear more often?
How do you pronounce 'Narcissus'?
nar·cis·sus that is right NAR-cissus that is wrong
Reply:The second, "nar-CI-ssus".
Reply:do you want to pronounce it in greek Language??(its a greek word)
NAR-cisos (the ending is sos -as you say sauce)
if you want to pronounce it i english is nar-CI-ssus
that happens with lots of greek words and names
another example
greek say heraCLIS and english say HErcules
Reply:nahr-sis-uhs
Reply:It's one of the death eaters names in Harry Potter, well Narcissa is.
Nar-siss-us
How do you pronounce 'Narcissus'?
nar·cis·sus that is right NAR-cissus that is wrong
Reply:The second, "nar-CI-ssus".
Reply:do you want to pronounce it in greek Language??(its a greek word)
NAR-cisos (the ending is sos -as you say sauce)
if you want to pronounce it i english is nar-CI-ssus
that happens with lots of greek words and names
another example
greek say heraCLIS and english say HErcules
Reply:nahr-sis-uhs
Reply:It's one of the death eaters names in Harry Potter, well Narcissa is.
Nar-siss-us
Can someone tell me please the basic info about the gods [Narcissus and echo] ?! PLEASE !?
Echo was a nymph. She fell in love with Narcissus. She followed him as he hunted. When he got seperated from the other hunters Echo spoke to him. Narcissus refuses her come ons. She then goes into a cave to live because she is so hurt. Her bones were changed into rocks and there was nothing left of her but her voice
Can someone tell me please the basic info about the gods [Narcissus and echo] ?! PLEASE !?
Basic info:
There are a few different Narcissus myths but the simple one is that he was renowned for his beauty. One day he gets lost and sees his reflection in the water and falls in love. He dies and his corpse turns into the narcissus flower.
Echo is nymph, who is punished by Hera so that she can only repeat other people's words. One day Echo sees and falls in love with Narcissus, however Narcissus doesn't return her love. He leaves her heartbroken, at which, one version says, she lives out her lonely life in glens, until only her voice remains.
My suggestion is that you check out wikipedia.org for more detail:
Narcissus:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_%...
Echo:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28myt...
Reply:The basic info about the gods Narcissus and echo : is they don't have life
safety boots
Can someone tell me please the basic info about the gods [Narcissus and echo] ?! PLEASE !?
Basic info:
There are a few different Narcissus myths but the simple one is that he was renowned for his beauty. One day he gets lost and sees his reflection in the water and falls in love. He dies and his corpse turns into the narcissus flower.
Echo is nymph, who is punished by Hera so that she can only repeat other people's words. One day Echo sees and falls in love with Narcissus, however Narcissus doesn't return her love. He leaves her heartbroken, at which, one version says, she lives out her lonely life in glens, until only her voice remains.
My suggestion is that you check out wikipedia.org for more detail:
Narcissus:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_%...
Echo:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Echo_%28myt...
Reply:The basic info about the gods Narcissus and echo : is they don't have life
safety boots
Why do they call Myanmar cyclone "Narcissus"?
It was called Nargis (apparently the Urdu word for daffodil)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclone_Nar...
the daffodils belong to the genus Narcissus -someone has translated the name
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(...
interestingly here in the west (England) they report the original name
see
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropical_cy...
for the origin of naming storms
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyclone_Nar...
the daffodils belong to the genus Narcissus -someone has translated the name
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_(...
interestingly here in the west (England) they report the original name
see
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tropical_cy...
for the origin of naming storms
I'm in Southern California and I have some narcissus which didn't bloom this year....?
I fed them with vermitea (worm tea from a local compost bin) and with bulb food from the local nursery.
I'm wondering if I should keep them in the ground again this year or just toss them. Any ideas about getting them to flower again next year? (last year's display was terrific!) Thanks.
I'm in Southern California and I have some narcissus which didn't bloom this year....?
I wouldn't toss them.... how long has it been since they were divided? Did you "force" them last year? Did you possibly give them too much fertilizer? After dividing, leave them alone and see what happens....
I'm wondering if I should keep them in the ground again this year or just toss them. Any ideas about getting them to flower again next year? (last year's display was terrific!) Thanks.
I'm in Southern California and I have some narcissus which didn't bloom this year....?
I wouldn't toss them.... how long has it been since they were divided? Did you "force" them last year? Did you possibly give them too much fertilizer? After dividing, leave them alone and see what happens....
D you quote the name of a myth in a formal essay? like the Narcissus Myth?
If the title of the myth is mentioned, will it need to be in quotes?
D you quote the name of a myth in a formal essay? like the Narcissus Myth?
you don't have to, since the myth itself is not the intellectual property of any single publisher or author. You can italicize it as if it was a novel or essay, if you want.
Reply:It should be underlined like the title of a book.
D you quote the name of a myth in a formal essay? like the Narcissus Myth?
you don't have to, since the myth itself is not the intellectual property of any single publisher or author. You can italicize it as if it was a novel or essay, if you want.
Reply:It should be underlined like the title of a book.
What's the moral of the myth of Narcissus and Echo?
The myth is that Echo fall in love with the youth Narrcissus. But he was so hung up on himself to notice. She pined away till the only thing left was her voice that would repeat every Narcissus said. It means do not get so hung up on your self yoy cannot see whTS IN FRONT OF YOU.
What's the moral of the myth of Narcissus and Echo?
Echo and Narcissus
Echo was a beautiful nymph, fond of the woods and hills, where
she devoted herself to woodland sports. She was a favorite of
Diana, and attended her in the chase. But Echo had one failing;
she was fond of talking, and whether in chat or argument would
have the last word. One day Juno was seeking her husband, who,
she had reason to fear, was amusing himself among the nymphs.
Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess till the nymphs
made their escape. When Juno discovered it, she passed sentence
upon Echo in these words: "You shall forfeit the use of that
tongue with which you have cheated me, except for that one
purpose you are so fond of REPLY. You shall still have the
last word, but no power to speak first."
This nymph saw Narcissus, a beautiful youth, as he pursued the
chase upon the mountains. She loved him, and followed his
footsteps. Oh, how she longed to address him in the softest
accents, and win him to converse, but it was not in her power.
She waited with impatience for him to speak first, and had her
answer ready. One day the youth, being separated from his
companions, shouted aloud, "Who's here?" Echo replied, "Here."
Narcissus looked around, but seeing no one, called out, "Come."
Echo answered, "Come." As no one came, Narcissus called again,
"Why do you shun me?" Echo asked the same question. "Let us
join one another," said the youth. The maid answered with all
her heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot, ready to
throw her arms about his neck. He started back, exclaiming,
"Hands off! I would rather die than you should have me." "Have
me," said she; but it was all in vain. He left her, and she went
to hide her blushes in the recesses of the woods. From that time
forth she lived in caves and among mountain cliffs. Her form
faded with grief, till at last all her flesh shrank away. Her
bones were changed into rocks, and there was nothing left of her
but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to any one
who calls her, and keeps up her old habit of having the last
word.
Narcissus was cruel not in this case alone. He shunned all the
rest of the nymphs as he had done poor Echo. One day a maiden,
who had in vain endeavored to attract him, uttered a prayer that
he might some time or other feel what it was to love and meet no
return of affection. The avenging goddess heard and granted the
prayer.
There was a clear fountain, with water like silver, to which the
shepherds never drove their flocks. Nor did the mountain goats
resort to it, nor any of the beasts of the forest; neither was it
defaced with fallen leaves or branches; but the grass grew fresh
around it, and the rocks sheltered it from the sun. Hither came
one day the youth fatigued with hunting, heated and thirsty. He
stooped down to drink, and saw his own image in the water; he
thought it was some beautiful water=spirit living in the
fountain. He stood gazing with admiration at those bright eyes,
those locks curled like the locks of Bacchus or Apollo, the
rounded cheeks, the ivory neck, the parted lips, and the glow of
health and exercise over all. He fell in love with himself. He
brought his lips near to take a kiss; he plunged his arms in to
embrace the beloved object. It fled at the touch, but returned
again after a moment and renewed the fascination. He could not
tear himself away; he lost all thought of food or rest, while he
hovered over the brink of the fountain gazing upon his own image.
He talked with the supposed spirit: "Why, beautiful being, do you
shun me? Surely my face is not one to repel you. The nymphs
love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I
stretch forth my arms you do the same; and you smile upon me and
answer my beckonings with the like." His tears fell into the
water and disturbed the image. As he saw it depart, he
exclaimed, "Stay, I entreat you! Let me at least gaze upon you,
if I may not touch you." With this, and much more of the same
kind, he cherished the flame that consumed him, so that by
degrees he lost his color, his vigor, and the beauty which
formerly had so charmed the nymph Echo. She kept near him,
however, and when he exclaimed, "Alas! Alas!" she answered him
with the same words. He pined away and died; and when his shade
passed the Stygian river, it leaned over the boat to catch a look
of itself in the waters. The nymphs mourned for him, especially
the water-nymphs; and when they smote their breasts, Echo smote
hers also. They prepared a funeral pile, and would have burned
the body, but it was nowhere to be found; but in its place a
flower, purple within, and surrounded with white leaves, which
bears the name and preserves the memory of Narcissus.
Milton alludes to the story of Echo and Narcissus in the Lady's
song in Comus. She is seeking her brothers in the forest, and
sings to attract their attention.
"Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy aery shell
By slow Meander's margent green.
And in the violet-embroidered vale,
Where the love-lorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well;
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likes thy Narcissus are?
Oh, if thou have
Hid them in some flowery cave,
Tell me but where,
Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere,
So may'st thou be translated to the skies,
And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies."
Milton has imitated the story of Narcissus in the account which
he makes Eve give of the first sight of herself reflected in the
fountain:
"That day I oft remember when from sleep
I first awaked, and found myself reposed
Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how
Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread
Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved
Pure as the expanse of heaven; I thither went
With unexperienced thought, and laid me down
On the green bank, to look into the clear
Smooth lake that to me seemed another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite
A shape within the watery gleam appeared,
Bending to look on me. I started back;
It started back; but pleased I soon returned,
Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks
Of sympathy and love. There had I fixed
Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire,
Had not a voice thus warned me: 'What thou seest,
What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself.'"
Paradise Lost, Book IV
Reply:I don't know much about Echo. Narcissus is a different story. The moral is vanity. When Narcissus say his reflection in the dark pool he fell in love with himself. It's a good example of a virtue when taken to the extreme becomes a vice.
Self satisfaction is a virtue. Pride is a virtue. When pride is taken all the way to vanity ( self love ) it's a vice.
Narcissus so disgusted the Gods that they turned him into a flower. I personally believe the Gods have been turning far too many people into flowers lately.
Reply:I don't believe that stories back in those days were necessarily meant to have a moral lesson. If anything, the story just exists to explain the reason for echos and narcissus flowers. They're creations myths of a sort, not morality tales.
Dance Shoes
What's the moral of the myth of Narcissus and Echo?
Echo and Narcissus
Echo was a beautiful nymph, fond of the woods and hills, where
she devoted herself to woodland sports. She was a favorite of
Diana, and attended her in the chase. But Echo had one failing;
she was fond of talking, and whether in chat or argument would
have the last word. One day Juno was seeking her husband, who,
she had reason to fear, was amusing himself among the nymphs.
Echo by her talk contrived to detain the goddess till the nymphs
made their escape. When Juno discovered it, she passed sentence
upon Echo in these words: "You shall forfeit the use of that
tongue with which you have cheated me, except for that one
purpose you are so fond of REPLY. You shall still have the
last word, but no power to speak first."
This nymph saw Narcissus, a beautiful youth, as he pursued the
chase upon the mountains. She loved him, and followed his
footsteps. Oh, how she longed to address him in the softest
accents, and win him to converse, but it was not in her power.
She waited with impatience for him to speak first, and had her
answer ready. One day the youth, being separated from his
companions, shouted aloud, "Who's here?" Echo replied, "Here."
Narcissus looked around, but seeing no one, called out, "Come."
Echo answered, "Come." As no one came, Narcissus called again,
"Why do you shun me?" Echo asked the same question. "Let us
join one another," said the youth. The maid answered with all
her heart in the same words, and hastened to the spot, ready to
throw her arms about his neck. He started back, exclaiming,
"Hands off! I would rather die than you should have me." "Have
me," said she; but it was all in vain. He left her, and she went
to hide her blushes in the recesses of the woods. From that time
forth she lived in caves and among mountain cliffs. Her form
faded with grief, till at last all her flesh shrank away. Her
bones were changed into rocks, and there was nothing left of her
but her voice. With that she is still ready to reply to any one
who calls her, and keeps up her old habit of having the last
word.
Narcissus was cruel not in this case alone. He shunned all the
rest of the nymphs as he had done poor Echo. One day a maiden,
who had in vain endeavored to attract him, uttered a prayer that
he might some time or other feel what it was to love and meet no
return of affection. The avenging goddess heard and granted the
prayer.
There was a clear fountain, with water like silver, to which the
shepherds never drove their flocks. Nor did the mountain goats
resort to it, nor any of the beasts of the forest; neither was it
defaced with fallen leaves or branches; but the grass grew fresh
around it, and the rocks sheltered it from the sun. Hither came
one day the youth fatigued with hunting, heated and thirsty. He
stooped down to drink, and saw his own image in the water; he
thought it was some beautiful water=spirit living in the
fountain. He stood gazing with admiration at those bright eyes,
those locks curled like the locks of Bacchus or Apollo, the
rounded cheeks, the ivory neck, the parted lips, and the glow of
health and exercise over all. He fell in love with himself. He
brought his lips near to take a kiss; he plunged his arms in to
embrace the beloved object. It fled at the touch, but returned
again after a moment and renewed the fascination. He could not
tear himself away; he lost all thought of food or rest, while he
hovered over the brink of the fountain gazing upon his own image.
He talked with the supposed spirit: "Why, beautiful being, do you
shun me? Surely my face is not one to repel you. The nymphs
love me, and you yourself look not indifferent upon me. When I
stretch forth my arms you do the same; and you smile upon me and
answer my beckonings with the like." His tears fell into the
water and disturbed the image. As he saw it depart, he
exclaimed, "Stay, I entreat you! Let me at least gaze upon you,
if I may not touch you." With this, and much more of the same
kind, he cherished the flame that consumed him, so that by
degrees he lost his color, his vigor, and the beauty which
formerly had so charmed the nymph Echo. She kept near him,
however, and when he exclaimed, "Alas! Alas!" she answered him
with the same words. He pined away and died; and when his shade
passed the Stygian river, it leaned over the boat to catch a look
of itself in the waters. The nymphs mourned for him, especially
the water-nymphs; and when they smote their breasts, Echo smote
hers also. They prepared a funeral pile, and would have burned
the body, but it was nowhere to be found; but in its place a
flower, purple within, and surrounded with white leaves, which
bears the name and preserves the memory of Narcissus.
Milton alludes to the story of Echo and Narcissus in the Lady's
song in Comus. She is seeking her brothers in the forest, and
sings to attract their attention.
"Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that liv'st unseen
Within thy aery shell
By slow Meander's margent green.
And in the violet-embroidered vale,
Where the love-lorn nightingale
Nightly to thee her sad song mourneth well;
Canst thou not tell me of a gentle pair
That likes thy Narcissus are?
Oh, if thou have
Hid them in some flowery cave,
Tell me but where,
Sweet queen of parly, daughter of the sphere,
So may'st thou be translated to the skies,
And give resounding grace to all heaven's harmonies."
Milton has imitated the story of Narcissus in the account which
he makes Eve give of the first sight of herself reflected in the
fountain:
"That day I oft remember when from sleep
I first awaked, and found myself reposed
Under a shade on flowers, much wondering where
And what I was, whence thither brought, and how
Not distant far from thence a murmuring sound
Of waters issued from a cave, and spread
Into a liquid plain, then stood unmoved
Pure as the expanse of heaven; I thither went
With unexperienced thought, and laid me down
On the green bank, to look into the clear
Smooth lake that to me seemed another sky.
As I bent down to look, just opposite
A shape within the watery gleam appeared,
Bending to look on me. I started back;
It started back; but pleased I soon returned,
Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks
Of sympathy and love. There had I fixed
Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire,
Had not a voice thus warned me: 'What thou seest,
What there thou seest, fair creature, is thyself.'"
Paradise Lost, Book IV
Reply:I don't know much about Echo. Narcissus is a different story. The moral is vanity. When Narcissus say his reflection in the dark pool he fell in love with himself. It's a good example of a virtue when taken to the extreme becomes a vice.
Self satisfaction is a virtue. Pride is a virtue. When pride is taken all the way to vanity ( self love ) it's a vice.
Narcissus so disgusted the Gods that they turned him into a flower. I personally believe the Gods have been turning far too many people into flowers lately.
Reply:I don't believe that stories back in those days were necessarily meant to have a moral lesson. If anything, the story just exists to explain the reason for echos and narcissus flowers. They're creations myths of a sort, not morality tales.
Dance Shoes
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