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Calliope is now best known as Homer’s muse.
  Greek mythology:  the Muse of epic poetry
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Zeus is said to have had 9 daughters, each of whom is a Muse (a kind of goddess in charge) of an art or science.
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  • Calliope is now best known as Homer’s muse.
  • On her end, I could hear cartoons playing—rubbery voices and calliope music—then suddenly not.
    Gillian Flynn  --  Gone Girl
  • Calliope is quite touchy when novelists forget to thank her.
    Rick Riordan  --  The Trials of Apollo
  • Calliope, begin!
    Virgil  --  The Aeneid

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  • A calliope began to play oh so softly, grieving to itself, a million miles away.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Ann, Felicity, and LeFarge are distracted by the sight of a Mr. Pinkney—the Human Calliope—as he mimics the sound of the instrument with his mouth while also banging a drum.
    Libba Bray  --  Sweet Far Thing
  • They were Clio the muse of history, Euterpe of music, especially the flute, Thalia of comedy, Melpomene of tragedy, Terpsichore of dancing, Erato of erotic poetry, mistress of the lyre, Polyhymnia of sacred poetry, Urania of astronomy, Calliope of eloquence and epic poetry.
    Ralph Waldo Emerson  --  Selected Essays
  • Not long after, someone starts up the calliope and the parade begins.
    Sara Gruen  --  Water for Elephants
  • It was huffing and rattling and hissing off plumes of steam in a hundred directions, like a monster calliope.
    Stephen King  --  The Shining
  • But there wasn’t any big side-wheeler there now, white as a wedding cake, cranky and improbable, with red and gilt decorations, and no calliope was playing "Dixie" and no whistles blowing.
    Robert Penn Warren  --  All the King’s Men

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  • The carnival once each summer; the oop-oop of the calliope and the smell of buttered popcorn.
    James Bradley  --  Flags of Our Fathers
  • When the kid found out we were going to leave him at home he started up a howl like a calliope and fastened himself as tight as a leech to Bill’s leg.
    O. Henry  --  The Ransom of Red Chief
  • Not a merry-goround that travels fast, and with a calliope for music, and the children ride on cows with gilded horns, and there are rings to catch with sticks, and there is the blue, gas-flare-lit early dark of the Avenue du Maine, with fried fish sold from the next stall, and a wheel of fortune turning with the leather flaps slapping against the posts of the numbered compartments, and the packages of lump sugar piled in pyramids for prizes.
    Ernest Hemingway  --  For Whom the Bell Tolls
  • The sound of the calliope coming through the window kept her awake and she remembered that she hadn’t said her prayers and got up and knelt down and began them.
    Flannery O’Connor  --  A Good Man is Hard to Find AND OTHER STORIES
  • A calliope.
    Nora Roberts  --  Summer Pleasures
  • Just for him the ponderous elephants, the plumes, the spangles, the acrobats, the clowns, the caged lion, the band playing, the steam calliope, the whole thing!
    Eudora Welty  --  One Writer’s Beginnings
  • To Delilah that house they were carrying the torches to was like one just now coming into being-like the showboat that slowly came through the trees just once in her time, at the peak of high water-bursting with the unknown, sparking in ruddy light, with a minute to go before that ear-aching cry of the calliope.
    Eudora Welty  --  The Collected Stories of Eudora Welty
  • …deceas’d through time, her voice by Castaly’s fountain, Silent the broken-lipp’d Sphynx in Egypt, silent all those centurybaffling tombs, Ended for aye the epics of Asia’s, Europe’s helmeted warriors, ended the primitive call of the muses, Calliope’s call forever closed, Clio, Melpomene, Thalia dead, Ended the stately rhythmus of Una and Oriana, ended the quest of the holy Graal, Jerusalem a handful of ashes blown by the wind, extinct, The Crusaders’ streams of shadowy midnight troops…
    Walt Whitman  --  Leaves of Grass
  • But no — it was the train, and the calliope sighing, weeping, on that train.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The carnival train thundered the bridge, The calliope wailed.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Going away, away, the calliope pipes shimmered with star explosions, but no one sat at the high keyboard.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Then why the noisy calliope?
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Wandering alone in the library, letting his broom tell him things no one else could hear, he had heard the whistle and the disjointed-calliope hymns.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The calliope by the ticket booth neither screamed deaths nor hummed idiot songs to itself.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • ’Well,’ said Will, ’last night, did you hear that calliope — ’
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Reaching out from the shadows among the calliope tubes and moon-skinned drums the man hoisted Jim yelling out on the air.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Somewhere in the carousel machinery there were taps and brass knockings, a faint squeal and whistle of calliope steam.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Jim, the music that the calliope played when Mr Cooger got younger — ’
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Was or wasn’t it like the funeral dirge played backward by the old carousel calliope?!!
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The calliope howled, boiled steam, ran ancient dry, then played nothing, its keys gibbering as only chitterings boiled up through the vents.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Calliope.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Hard times aside, the 1930’s was a terrific decade to be an American boy, whether in the hills of Kentucky or on the gridirons of south Texas or astride the carnival calliope in small-town Wisconsin.
    James Bradley  --  Flags of Our Fathers
  • Calliope?
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • More shadows rustled from the train, passing the animal cages where darkness prowled with unlit eyes and the calliope stood mute save for the faintest idiot tune the breeze piped wandering up the flues.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The small calliope inside the carousel machinery rattle-snapped its nervous-stallion shivering drums, clashed its harvest-moon cymbals, toothed its castanets, and throatily choked and sobbed its reeds, whistles, and baroque flutes.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Its calliope fluted up malodorous steams of music.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The carousel calliope, among the hills, piping the ’Funeral March’ backwards.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The flourished drums, the old-womanish shriek of calliope, the shadow drift of creatures far stranger than he, did not witch the Indian’s yellow hawk-fierce gaze.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • For a moment, Will watched Jim dance around over there, shirt uplifted, pants going on, while off in night country, panting, churning was this funeral train, all black-plumed cars, licoricecoloured cages, and a sooty calliope clamouring, banging three different hymns mixed and lost, maybe not there at all.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Then the calliope gave a particularly violent cry of foul murder which made dogs howl in far counties, and Mr Cooger, spinning, ran and leaped on the backwhirling universe of animals who, tail first, head last, pursued an endless circling night toward unfound and never to be discovered destinations.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Jim was at the window now, looking out across the town to the far black tents and the calliope that played by the turning of the world in the night.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Did you hear the carousel calliope tonight?
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Will, feeling walls, books, floors fly by, foolishly thought, pressed close… Why, why, Mr. Dark smells like …. calliope steam!
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Far down the midway, the carousel steamed, the calliope tortured itself with musics.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The calliope steam-throb whispered, tatted, trilled.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The calliope played sweet.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • Perhaps the calliope gave a last ringmaster’s bark.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • The calliope simmered, moronic with wind.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
  • She could hear the distant sound of the calliope and she saw in her head all the tents raised up in a kind of gold sawdust light and the diamond ring of the ferris wheel going around and around up in the air and down again and the screeking merry-go-round going around and around on the ground.
    Flannery O’Connor  --  A Good Man is Hard to Find AND OTHER STORIES
  • The calliope changed.
    Ray Bradbury  --  Something Wicked This Way Comes
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