In Greek mythology, Laothoe (Λαοθόη) can refer to the following women:

  • Laothoe, daughter of Menetus, possible mother of the Argonauts Erytus (Eurytus) and Echion by Hermes.[5]
  • Laothoe, consort of Porthaon, mother of Sterope, Stratonice and Eurythemiste.[6]

References [link]

  1. ^ Homer, Iliad, 21. 85; 22. 48
  2. ^ Pseudo-Apollodorus, Bibliotheca 2.7.8.
  3. ^ Scholia on Apollonius Rhodius, Argonautica, 1. 139
  4. ^ Tzetzes, Homerica, 437ff
  5. ^ Argonautica Orphica, 135
  6. ^ Hesiod, Catalogue of Women fr. 26. 7 Merkelbach & West (1967).

Bibliography [link]

  • Merkelbach, R.; West, M.L. (1967), Fragmenta Hesiodea, Oxford, ISBN 0-19-814171-8 .

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Laothoe (moth)

Laothoe is a genus of moths in the Sphingidae family.

Species

  • Laothoe amurensis - (Staudinger, 1892)
  • Laothoe austanti - (Staudinger, 1877)
  • Laothoe habeli - Saldaitis, Ivinskis & Borth, 2010
  • Laothoe philerema - (Djakonov, 1923)
  • Laothoe populeti - (Bienert, 1870)
  • Laothoe populetorum - (Staudinger, 1887)
  • Laothoe populi - (Linnaeus, 1758)
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    Lethe

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    Lethe
    Give me the drink of the fluid
    That disintegrates
    And lend me the sweet balm and blessing
    Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
    Hold me near, unravel the stars
    As I speed through the heavens
    Speed through the night
    For you are my blade and my rope
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    Lethe
    In currents of cobalt
    You storm through my heart
    To sever, to puncture
    The memories that burn
    Let sweep through the arteries
    In sharp stabs of pain
    Your talonlike fingers to kill me again
    Steal me, invade me and charge me again
    For I burn and I shudder
    Burn with each movement of
    So, cleansed through a floodlight
    I appear; reforged and renewed
    Caressed by the sweet balm and blessing
    Of forgetfulness, empty and strong
    Lethe,
    Hold me near, my one friend and guide
    As I drown through your fingers
    Drown through your love
    For you are the life I hate
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    With the ocean above me
    And flames in my eyes
    And grant me a life I can live




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