(Those women whom the distaff no longer claims nor spun cloth) driven made, mad, mad by Bacchus. — Hilda Doolittle Copy Share Image
Far from me be the gift of Bacchus--pernicious, inflaming wine, that weakens both body and mind. — Homer Copy Share Image
Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine. — John Milton Copy Share Image
The construction of temples of the Ionic order to Juno, Diana, Father Bacchus, and the other gods of that kind, will be… — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio Copy Share Image
The harvest moon has no innocence, like the slim quarter moon of a spring twilight, nor has it the silver penny brilliance… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
If anyone decided to call the sea Neptune, and corn Ceres, and to misapply the name of Bacchus rather than to give… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
The god entered some women so completely that they became immortal, or very close to it. Bacchus was the god of the… — Charlaine Harris Copy Share Image
