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The Golden Bough By Sir James George Frazer
The primary aim of this book is to explain the remarkable rule which regulated the succession to the priesthood of Diana at Aricia. When I first set myself to solve the problem more than thirty years ago, I thought that the solution could be propounded very briefly, but I soon found that to render it probable or even intelligible it was necessary to discuss certain more general questions, some of which had hardly been broached before. In successive editions the discussion of these and kindred topics has occupied more and more space, the enquiry has branched out in more and more directions, until the two volumes of the original work have expanded into twelve. Meantime a wish has often been ex...
The Fear of the Dead in Primitive Religion
Includes works first published during the period 1933-36. Sir James G. Frazer (1854-1941) is famous as the author of "The Golden Bough."
The Golden Bough
Sir James George Frazer (1854-1941) caught the popular imagination with his vast and enterprising comparative study of the beliefs and institutions of mankind, which in its third edition numbered 12 volumes. Reissued here is Frazer's own single-volume abridgement of 1922.
The Golden Bough
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The Illustrated Golden Bough
A modern abridgement of Sir James Frazer's 1925 one-volume version of his longer multi-volume work on "the study of magic and origins of religion" from an anthropological viewpoint.
The Golden Bough
The greatly revised and enlarged twelve-volume third edition (1911-15) of Sir James Frazer's controversial work on classical religion.
The Golden Bough
WHO does not know Turner's picture of the Golden Bough? The scene, suffused with the golden glow of imagination in which the divine mind of Turner steeped and transfigured even the fairest natural landscape, is a dream-like vision of the little woodland lake of Nemi— “Diana's Mirror,” as it was called by the ancients. No one who has seen that calm water, lapped in a green hollow of the Alban hills, can ever forget it. The two characteristic Italian villages which slumber on its banks, and the equally Italian palace whose terraced gardens descend steeply to the lake, hardly break the stillness and even the solitariness of the scene. Diana herself might still linger by this lonely shore, still haunt these woodlands wild.
