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In Greek mythology the Horae (/ˈhɔːriː/ or /ˈhɔːraɪ/) or Hours (Greek: Ὧραι, Hōrai, pronounced [hɔ̂ːraj], "seasons") were the goddesses of the seasons and the natural portions of time. They were originally the personifications of nature in its different seasonal aspects, but in later times they were regarded as goddesses of order in general and natural justice. "They bring and bestow ripeness, they come and go in accordance with the firm law of the periodicities of nature and of life", Karl Kerenyi observed: "Hora means 'the correct moment'." Traditionally, they guarded the gates of Olympus, promoted the fertility of the earth, and rallied the stars and constellations.
The course of the seasons was also symbolically described as the dance of the Horae, and they were accordingly given the attributes of spring flowers, fragrance and graceful freshness. For example, in Hesiod's Works and Days, the fair-haired Horai, together with the Charites and Peitho crown Pandora—she of "all gifts"—with garlands of flowers. Similarly Aphrodite, emerging from the sea and coming ashore at Cyprus, is dressed and adorned by the Horai, and, according to a surviving fragment of the epic Cypria, Aphrodite wore clothing made for her by the Charites and Horai, dyed with spring flowers, such as the Horai themselves wear.
Horae Apocalypticae is an eschatological study written by Edward Bishop Elliott. The book is, as its long-title sets out, "A commentary on the apocalypse, critical and historical; including also an examination of the chief prophecies of Daniel illustrated by an apocalyptic chart, and engravings from medals and other extant monuments of antiquity with appendices, containing, besides other matter, a sketch of the history of apocalyptic interpretation, the chief apocalyptic counter-schemes and indices."
"Horae Apocalypticae (Hours with the Apocalypse) is doubtless the most elaborate work ever produced on the Apocalypse. Without an equal in exhaustive research in its field, it was occasioned by the futurist attack on the Historical School of interpretation. Begun in 1837, its 2,500 pages are buttressed by some 10,000 invaluable references to ancient and modern works. It ran through five editions (1844, 1846, 1847, 1851 and 1862)." In 1868 he published a Postscript to comment on the events, or perceived lack of events, marking the prophetically significant years, 1865/7.
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Acoustic version of the title track taken from the EP "Dance Of The Horae" (2016).
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Quot Sunt Horae by Kay Hoffman from the album Floret Silva (Album Sampler) Released 2016-03-01 on SOMMOR Listen/download this album on your preferred music service: Spotify: https://play.spotify.com/album/05bWpTau0MG4yFlP90HtMU Apple Music / iTunes: https://geo.itunes.apple.com/album/1083915942 Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/search?q=Kay+Hoffman+Floret+Silva+%28Album+Sampler%29&c;=music © ℗
This piece for Oboe solo was written in 2005, dedicated to Thomas Indermuhle. Find the score at the Editions Delatour and a CD recording of Th. Indermuhle at the label Camerata Japan (CMCD-28341) - contemporary oboe solo The live performance of the video is given in the frame of the 11th International Oboe Course in Corfu, July 2016 http://oboecoursecorfu.wordpress.com
The garden has shown me that everything is cyclical. Everything must come to pass. Life and death. Happiness and Sadness. Good and Bad. But everything must come to pass. Let the dancing Horae as they move through the seasons comfort you. Be at peace with it. Grow wise and look for the signs.
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I walk by day all around
Around your door
And then I'll say
What's been wrong with you, my love
It's like I've been so kind that I
I can show you whatS7s better
Now for rainy days
Since I've gone you've been down
Down on promises of chance
And better things
Like a walk in the park
The one time losing time has come
For us to spand a while
Talk and remember
Sweet days of love and hope and joy
But now these days have gone
And al I have
Are thoughts of what we were
Like ships that pass on summer nights
That won't relate
And now our time slipped away
Go and find
What fortune comes your way