Oete | |
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Mount Oeta |
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Elevation | 2,152 m (7,060 ft)[1] |
Location | |
Location | Phthiotis and Phocis, Greece |
Range | Pindus |
Coordinates | 38°49′43″N 22°17′19″E / 38.82861°N 22.28861°ECoordinates: 38°49′43″N 22°17′19″E / 38.82861°N 22.28861°E |
Climbing | |
Easiest route | Hiking |
Mount Oeta ([pronunciation?]; Greek: Οίτη - Oiti, also transcribed as Oite; older name: Καταβόθρα - Katavothra) is a mountain in southern Phthiotis and northern Phocis, Greece. A southeastern offshoot of the Pindus range, it forms the boundary between the valleys of the rivers Spercheios to the north, the Boeotian Cephissus to the southeast and the Mornos to the southwest. It is 2,152 m (7,060 ft) high.[1] To its east is the mountain Kallidromo, which comes close to the sea, leaving only a narrow passage known as the famous pass of Thermopylae. There was also a high pass to the west of Kallidromo leading over into the upper Cephissus valley. The Oeta is southwest of Lamia, the nearest large town.
In mythology Oeta is chiefly celebrated as the scene of Heracles' death. Prepared to die, he ascended Mount Oeta, where he built a funeral pile of trees, gave his bow and arrows to Poeas, father of Philoctetes, and laid himself down on the pile, his head resting on his club, and his lion's skin spread over him, and commanded Philoctetes to apply the torch to the pyre.
Milton thus alludes to the frenzy of Hercules: <poem> As when Alcides (i.e., Hercules) from Oechalia crowned With conquest, felt the envenomed robe, and tore, Through pain, up by the roots Thessalian pines And Lichas from the top of Oeta threw Into the Euboic Sea. </poem>
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Throwin' you 'round
Mind ideas
Highway crawl, the nations die
Halfway home an all new wind
That wind hands an all new sin
Steeples built upon their graves
Ready to climb the ruins we founded
Whispering loud and clear the secret unsafe
Mind ideas
They're my dears
Highway sprawled, the nations die
Halfway home an all new wind
That wind hands an all new sin
Steeples built upon their graves
Every life loom we're marching through
Desire finds its way home to you
Desire finds its way back to you