1st Delphic Hymn to Apollo, 1ος Δελφικός Ύμνος, Manolis Papadakis

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Excerpt from the performance "Epicurean Apollo under the moonlight".

1st Delphic Hymn to Apollo, 1ος Δελφικός Ύμνος, Manolis Papadakis

Ancient Greek Music, Paean to Apollo, circa 128 BCE.
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Would you believe it if I told you that a video game brought me here? Civilization 3 had the first part of this song in its ancient era OST for Greco-Roman civilizations (Greek, Roman and Egyptian). Respect to ancient Greek culture!

arvindhmani
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It's nice to here the music of it. So delicate and fitting of Apollo

googleuser
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От этой великой культуры нам достались лишь осколки, но даже их достаточно, чтобы убедиться в величии древней Греции!!

franzferdinand
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I love so much these videos.
Congrats for keeping alive the "Hellas" tradition, all world is now free for the Hellas.

SEPHIRONJAGUAR
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Wow, this is really good. So nice to hear. Really stands out from the other performances i`ve seen videos of.

alexeiulinici
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θεϊκόν !!! τι άλλο θα μπορούσε να είναι ; σας ευχαριστώ !!!

Δόμνα-ΣοφίαΒρατσίστα
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wonders if i would have herd the something 2700 years ago

madman
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Any chance this performance might be on a CD or somewhere for download?

mdlm
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Hear me, you who posses deep-wooded Helicon,
fair-armed daughters of Zeus the magnificent!
Fly to beguile with your accents your brother,
golden-tressed Phoebus who, on the twin peak of this rock of Parnassus,
escorted by illustrious maidens of Delphi,
sets out for the limpid streams of Castalia, traversing,
on the Delphic promontory, the prophetic pinnacle.
Behold glorious Attica, nation of the great city which,
thanks to the prayers of the Tritonid warrior,
occupies a hillside sheltered from all harm.
On the holy alters Hephaestos consumes the thighs of young bullocks,
mingled with the flames, the Arabian vapor rises towards Olympos.
The shrill rustling lotus murmurs its swelling song, and the golden kithara,
the sweet-sounding kithara, answers the voice of men.
And all the host of poets, dwellers in Attica, sing your glory, God,
famed for playing the kithara, son of great Zeus,
beside this snow-crowned peak, oh you who reveal to all mortals
the eternal and infallible oracles.
They sing how you conquered the prophetic tripod
guarded by a fierce dragon when, with your darts
you pierced the gaudy, tortuously coiling monster,
so that, uttering many fearful hisses, the beast expired.
They sing too, . . . .

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