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For Python slain, he Pythian games
decreed,
Where noble youths for mastership
should strive,
To quoit, to run, and steeds and chariots
drive.
The prize was fame, in witness of
renown,
An oaken garland did the victor crown.
The laurel was not yet for triumphs
borne; }
But every green alike, by Phœbus worn,
}
Did, with promiscuous grace, his flowing
locks adorn.}
The Transformation of Daphne into a
Laurel.
The first and fairest of his loves was
she,
Whom not blind fortune, but the dire
decree
Of angry Cupid, forced him to desire;
Daphne her name, and Peneus was her
sire.
Swelled with the pride that new success
attends,
He sees the stripling, while his bow he
bends,
And thus insults him: Thou lascivious
boy,
Are arms like these for children to
employ?
Know, such atchievements are my proper
claim,
Due to my vigour and unerring aim:
Resistless are my shafts, and Python
late,
In such a feathered death, has found his
fate.
Take up thy torch, and lay my weapons
by;
With that the feeble souls of lovers fry.—
To whom the son of Venus thus replied:
Phœbus, thy shafts are sure on all
beside;
But mine on Phœbus; mine the fame
shall be
Of all thy conquests, when I conquer
thee.
He said, and soaring swiftly winged his
flight;
Nor stop'd but on Parnassus' airy height.
Two different shafts he from his quiver
draws;
One to repel desire, and one to cause.
One shaft is pointed with refulgent gold,
To bribe the love, and make the lover
bold;
One blunt, and tipt with lead, whose
base allay
Provokes disdain, and drives desire away.
The blunted bolt against the nymph he
drest;
But with the sharp transfixed Apollo's
breast.
The enamoured deity pursues the
chace;
The scornful damsel shuns his loathed
embrace:
In hunting beasts of prey her youth
employs,
And Phœbe rivals in her rural joys.
With naked neck she goes, and
shoulders bare,
And with a fillet binds her flowing hair.
By many suitors sought, she mocks their
pains,
And still her vowed virginity maintains.
Impatient of a yoke, the name of bride
She shuns, and hates the joys she never
tried.
On wilds and woods she fixes her desire;
Nor knows what youth and kindly love
inspire.
Her father chides her oft: Thou ow'st,
says he,
A husband to thyself, a son to me.
She, like a crime, abhors the nuptial bed;
She glows with blushes, and she hangs
her head.
Then, casting round his neck her tender
arms,
Sooths him with blandishments, and filial
charms:
Give me, my lord, she said, to live and
die
A spotless maid, without the marriage-
tie.
'Tis but a small request; I beg no more
Than what Diana's father gave before.
The good old sire was softened to
consent;
But said her wish would prove her
punishment;
For so much youth, and so much beauty
joined,
Opposed the state which her desires
designed.
The God of Light, aspiring to her bed,
}
Hopes what he seeks, with flattering
fancies fed,}
And is by his own oracles misled. }
And as in empty fields the stubble burns,
Or nightly travellers, when day returns,
Their useless torches on dry hedges
throw,
That catch the flames, and kindle all the
row;
So burns the god, consuming in desire,
And feeding in his breast the fruitless
fire:
Her well-turned neck he viewed, (her
neck was bare,)
And on her shoulders her dishevelled
hair:
Oh were it combed, said he, with what a
grace
Would every waving curl become her
face!
He viewed her eyes, like heavenly lamps
that shone;
He viewed her lips, too sweet to view
alone;
Her taper fingers, and her panting
breast:}
He praises all he sees; and for the rest, }
Believes the beauties yet unseen are
best.}
Swift as the wind, the damsel fled away,
Nor did for these alluring speeches stay.
Stay, nymph, he cried; I follow, not a
foe:
Thus from the lion trips the trembling
doe;
Thus from the wolf the frightened lamb
removes, }
And from pursuing falcons fearful doves;
}
Thou shun'st a god, and shun'st a god
that loves.}
Ah! lest some thorn should pierce thy
tender foot,
Or thou should'st fall in flying my pursuit,
To sharp uneven ways thy steps decline,
Abate thy speed, and I will bate of mine.
Yet think from whom thou dost so rashly
fly;
Nor basely born, nor shepherd's swain
am I.
Perhaps thou know'st not my superior
state,
And from that ignorance proceeds thy
hate.
Me Claros, Delphos, Tenedos, obey;
These hands the Patareian sceptre sway.
The king of gods begot me: what shall
be,
Or is, or ever was, in fate, I see.
Mine is the invention of the charming
lyre;
Sweet notes, and heavenly numbers, I
inspire.
Sure is my bow, unerring is my dart;
But ah! more deadly his, who pierced my
heart.
Med'cine is mine, what herbs and
simples grow }
In fields and forests, all their powers I
know,}
And am the great physician called below.
}
Alas, that fields and forests can afford
No remedies to heal their love-sick lord!
To cure the pains of love, no plant avails,
And his own physic the physician fails.
She heard not half, so furiously she
flies,
And on her ear the imperfect accent
dies.
Fear gave her wings; and as she fled, the
wind
Increasing spread her flowing hair
behind;
And left her legs and thighs exposed to
view,
Which made the god more eager to
pursue.
The god was young, and was too hotly
bent
To lose his time in empty compliment;
But led by love, and fired by such a
sight,
Impetuously pursued his near delight.
As when the impatient greyhound,
slipt from far,
Bounds o'er the glebe, to course the
fearful hare,
She in her speed does all her safety lay,
And he with double speed pursues the
prey;
O'er-runs her at the sitting turn, and licks
His chaps in vain, and blows upon the
flix;[23]
She 'scapes, and for the neighbouring
covert strives,
And gaining shelter doubts if yet she
lives.
If little things with great we may
compare,
Such was the god, and such the flying
fair:
She, urged by fear, her feet did swiftly
move,
But he more swiftly, who was urged by
love.
He gathers ground upon her in the
chace; }
Now breathes upon her hair, with nearer
pace,}
And just is fastening on the wished
embrace. }
The nymph grew pale, and in a mortal
fright,
Spent with the labour of so long a flight,
And now despairing, cast a mournful look
Upon the streams of her paternal brook:
Oh help, she cried, in this extremest
need,
If water-gods are deities indeed!
Gape, earth, and this unhappy wretch
entomb,
Or change my form, whence all my
sorrows come.
Scarce had she finished, when her feet
she found
Benumbed with cold, and fastened to the
ground;
A filmy rind about her body grows,
Her hair to leaves, her arms extend to
boughs;
The nymph is all into a Laurel gone,
The smoothness of her skin remains
alone.
Yet Phœbus loves her still, and, casting
round
Her bole his arms, some little warmth he
found.
The tree still panted in the unfinished
part,
Not wholly vegetive, and heaved her
heart.
He fixed his lips upon the trembling rind;
It swerved aside, and his embrace
declined.
To whom the god: Because thou canst
not be
My mistress, I espouse thee for my tree:
Be thou the prize of honour and renown;
The deathless poet, and the poem,
crown.
Thou shalt the Roman festivals adorn,
And, after poets, be by victors worn;
Thou shalt returning Cæsar's triumph
grace,
When pomps shall in a long procession
pass;
Wreathed on the post before his palace
wait,
And be the sacred guardian of the gate:
Secure from thunder, and unharmed by
Jove,
Unfading as the immortal powers above;
And as the locks of Phœbus are unshorn,
So shall perpetual green thy boughs
adorn.—
The grateful Tree was pleased with what
he said,
And shook the shady honours of her
head.
The Transformation of Io into an Heifer.
An ancient forest in Thessalia grows,
Which Tempe's pleasant valley does
inclose;
Through this the rapid Peneus takes his
course,
From Pindus rolling with impetuous
force;
Mists from the river's mighty fall arise,
And deadly damps inclose the cloudy
skies;
Perpetual fogs are hanging o'er the
wood,
And sounds of waters deaf the
neighbourhood.
Deep in a rocky cave he makes abode;
A mansion proper for a mourning god.
Here he gives audience; issuing out
decrees
To rivers, his dependent deities.
On this occasion hither they resort,
To pay their homage, and to make their
court;
All doubtful, whether to congratulate
His daughter's honour, or lament her
fate.
Sperchæus, crowned with poplar, first
appears;
Then old Apidanus came, crowned with
years;
Enipeus turbulent, Amphrysos tame,
And Æas, last, with lagging waters came.
Then of his kindred brooks a numerous
throng
Condole his loss, and bring their urns
along:
Not one was wanting of the watery train,
That filled his flood, or mingled with the
main,
But Inachus, who, in his cave alone,
Wept not another's losses, but his own;
For his dear Io, whether strayed, or
dead,
To him uncertain, doubtful tears he shed.
He sought her through the world, but
sought in vain;
And no where finding, rather feared her
slain.
Her, just returning from her father's
brook,
Jove had beheld with a desiring look;
And, oh, fair daughter of the flood, he
said,
Worthy alone of Jove's imperial bed,
Happy whoever shall those charms
possess!
The king of gods, (nor is thy lover less,)
Invites thee to yon cooler shades, to
shun
The scorching rays of the meridian sun.
Nor shalt thou tempt the dangers of the
grove
Alone without a guide; thy guide is Jove.
No puny power, but he, whose high
command }
Is unconfined, who rules the seas and
land,}
And tempers thunder in his awful hand. }
Oh fly not!—for she fled from his
embrace
O'er Lerna's pastures; he pursued the
chace,
Along the shades of the Lyrcæan plain.
At length the god, who never asks in
vain,
Involved with vapours, imitating night, }
Both air and earth; and then suppressed
her flight, }
And, mingling force with love, enjoyed
the full delight.}
Meantime the jealous Juno, from on
high,
Surveyed the fruitful fields of Arcady;
And wondered that the mist should over-
run
The face of day-light, and obscure the
sun.
No natural cause she found, from brooks
or bogs,
Or marshy lowlands, to produce the
fogs:
Then round the skies she sought for
Jupiter,
Her faithless husband; but no Jove was
there.
Suspecting now the worst,—Or I, she
said,
Am much mistaken, or am much
betrayed.
With fury she precipitates her flight, }
Dispels the shadows of dissembled night,
}
And to the day restores his native light.}
The almighty lecher, careful to prevent
The consequence, foreseeing her
descent,
Transforms his mistress in a trice; and
now,
In Io's place, appears a lovely cow.
So sleek her skin, so faultless was her
make,
Even Juno did unwilling pleasure take
To see so fair a rival of her love;
And what she was, and whence,
enquired of Jove,
Of what fair herd, and from what
pedigree?
The god, half-caught, was forced upon a
lie,
And said she sprung from earth. She
took the word,
And begged the beauteous heifer of her
lord.
What should he do? 'twas equal shame
to Jove,
Or to relinquish, or betray his love;
Yet to refuse so slight a gift, would be
But more to increase his consort's
jealousy.
Thus fear, and love, by turns his heart
assailed;
And stronger love had sure at length
prevailed,
But some faint hope remained, his
jealous queen
Had not the mistress through the heifer
seen.
The cautious goddess, of her gift
possest,
Yet harboured anxious thoughts within
her breast;
As she, who knew the falsehood of her
Jove,
And justly feared some new relapse of
love;
Which to prevent, and to secure her
care,
To trusty Argus she commits the fair.
The head of Argus (as with stars the
skies,)
Was compassed round, and wore an
hundred eyes.
But two by turns their lids in slumber
steep;}
The rest on duty still their station keep; }
Nor could the total constellation sleep. }
Thus, ever present to his eyes and mind,
His charge was still before him, though
behind.
In fields he suffered her to feed by day;
But, when the setting sun to night gave
way,
The captive cow he summoned with a
call,
And drove her back, and tied her to the
stall.
On leaves of trees and bitter herbs she
fed,
Heaven was her canopy, bare earth her
bed,
So hardly lodged; and, to digest her
food,
She drank from troubled streams, defiled
with mud.
Her woeful story fain she would have
told,
With hands upheld, but had no hands to
hold.
Her head to her ungentle keeper bowed,
She strove to speak; she spoke not, but
she lowed;
Affrighted with the noise, she looked
around,
And seemed to inquire the author of the
sound.
Once on the banks where often she
had played,
(Her father's banks,) she came, and
there surveyed
Her altered visage, and her branching
head;
And starting from herself, she would
have fled.
Her fellow-nymphs, familiar to her eyes,
Beheld, but knew her not in this disguise.
Even Inachus himself was ignorant;
And in his daughter, did his daughter
want.
She followed where her fellows went, as
she
Were still a partner of the company:
They stroke her neck; the gentle heifer
stands,
And her neck offers to their stroking
hands.
Her father gave her grass; the grass she
took,}
And licked his palms, and cast a piteous
look,}
And in the language of her eyes she
spoke. }
She would have told her name, and
asked relief,
But, wanting words, in tears she tells her
grief;
Which with her foot she makes him
understand,
And prints the name of Io in the sand.
Ah wretched me! her mournful father
cried;
She, with a sigh, to "wretched me!"
replied.
About her milk-white neck his arms he
threw,
And wept, and then these tender words
ensue.
And art thou she, whom I have sought
around
The world, and have at length so sadly
found?
So found, is worse than lost: with mutual
words
Thou answerest not, no voice thy tongue
affords;
But sighs are deeply drawn from out thy
breast,
And speech, denied, by lowing is
expressed.
Unknowing, I prepared thy bridal bed;
With empty hopes of happy issue fed.
But now the husband of a herd must be
Thy mate, and bellowing sons thy
progeny.
Oh, were I mortal, death might bring
relief!
But now my godhead but extends my
grief;
Prolongs my woes, of which no end I
see,
And makes me curse my immortality.—
More had he said, but fearful of her stay,
The starry guardian drove his charge
away,
To some fresh pasture; on a hilly height
He sat himself, and kept her still in sight.
The Eyes of Argus transformed into a
Peacock's Train.
Now Jove no longer could her
sufferings bear;
But called in haste his airy messenger,
The son of Maïa, with severe decree
To kill the keeper, and to set her free.
With all his harness soon the god was
sped;
His flying hat was fastened on his head;
Wings on his heels were hung, and in his
hand
He holds the virtue of the snaky wand.
The liquid air his moving pinions wound,
And, in the moment, shoot him on the
ground.
Before he came in sight, the crafty god
His wings dismissed, but still retained his
rod:
That sleep-procuring wand wise Hermes
took,
But made it seem to sight a shepherd's
hook.
With this he did a herd of goats controul;
Which by the way he met, and slyly
stole.
Clad like a country swain, he piped and
sung;
And, playing, drove his jolly troop along.
With pleasure Argus the musician
heeds;
But wonders much at those new vocal
reeds.
And,—Whosoe'er thou art, my friend,
said he, }
Up hither drive thy goats, and play by
me; }
This hill has brouze for them, and shade
for thee. }
The god, who was with ease induced to
climb,
Began discourse to pass away the time;
And still, betwixt, his tuneful pipe he
plies,
And watched his hour, to close the
keeper's eyes.
With much ado, he partly kept awake;
Not suffering all his eyes repose to take;
And asked the stranger, who did reeds
invent,
And whence began so rare an
instrument.
The Transformation of Syrinx into Reeds.
Then Hermes thus;—A nymph of late
there was,
Whose heavenly form her fellows did
surpass;
The pride and joy of fair Arcadia's plains,
Beloved by deities, adored by swains;
Syrinx her name, by Sylvans oft pursued,
As oft she did the lustful gods delude:
The rural and the woodland powers
disdained;
With Cynthia hunted, and her rites
maintained;
Like Phœbe clad, even Phœbe's self she
seems,
So tall, so straight, such well-
proportioned limbs:
The nicest eye did no distinction know, }
But that the goddess bore a golden bow;
}
Distinguished thus, the sight she cheated
too.}
Descending from Lycæus, Pan admires
The matchless nymph, and burns with
new desires.
A crown of pine upon his head he wore;
And thus began her pity to implore.
But ere he thus began, she took her
flight
So swift, she was already out of sight;
Nor stayed to hear the courtship of the
god,
But bent her course to Ladon's gentle
flood;
There by the river stopt, and, tired
before,
Relief from water-nymphs her prayers
implore.
Now while the lustful god, with speedy
pace, }
Just thought to strain her in a strict
embrace, }
He fills his arms with reeds, new rising
on the place.}
And while he sighs his ill success to find,
The tender canes were shaken by the
wind;
And breathed a mournful air, unheard
before,
That, much surprising Pan, yet pleased
him more.
Admiring this new music, thou, he said,
Who canst not be the partner of my bed,
At least shall be the consort of my mind,
And often, often, to my lips be joined.
He formed the reeds, proportioned as
they are; }
Unequal in their length, and waxed with
care, }
They still retain the name of his
ungrateful fair.}
While Hermes piped, and sung, and
told his tale,
The keeper's winking eyes began to fail,
And drowsy slumber on the lids to creep,
Till all the watchman was at length
asleep.
Then soon the god his voice and song
supprest,
And with his powerful rod confirmed his
rest;
Without delay his crooked falchion drew,
And at one fatal stroke the keeper slew.
Down from the rock fell the dissevered
head,
Opening its eyes in death, and falling
bled;
And marked the passage with a crimson
trail:
Thus Argus lies in pieces, cold and pale;
And all his hundred eyes, with all their
light,
Are closed at once, in one perpetual
night.
These Juno takes, that they no more
may fail,
And spreads them in her peacock's
gaudy tail.
Impatient to revenge her injured bed,
She wreaks her anger on her rival's
head;
With furies frights her from her native
home,
And drives her gadding round the world
to roam:
Nor ceased her madness and her flight,
before
She touched the limits of the Pharian
shore.
At length, arriving on the banks of Nile,
Wearied with length of ways, and worn
with toil,
She laid her down; and leaning on her
knees,
Invoked the cause of all her miseries;
And cast her languishing regards above,
For help from heaven, and her ungrateful
Jove.
She sighed, she wept, she lowed; 'twas
all she could;
And with unkindness seemed to tax the
god.
Last, with an humble prayer, she begged
repose,
Or death at least to finish all her woes.
Jove heard her vows, and with a
flattering look,
In her behalf to jealous Juno spoke.
He cast his arms about her neck, and
said;
Dame, rest secure; no more thy nuptial
bed
This nymph shall violate; by Styx I swear,
And every oath that binds the Thunderer.
The goddess was appeased; and at the
word
Was Io to her former shape restored.
The rugged hair began to fall away;
The sweetness of her eyes did only stay,
Though not so large; her crooked horns
decrease;
The wideness of her jaws and nostrils
cease;
Her hoofs to hands return, in little space;
The five long taper fingers take their
place;
And nothing of the heifer now is seen,
Beside the native whiteness of her skin.
Erected on her feet, she walks again,
And two the duty of the four sustain.
She tries her tongue, her silence softly
breaks,
And fears her former lowings when she
speaks:
A goddess now through all the Egyptian
state,
And served by priests, who in white linen
wait.
Her son was Epaphus, at length
believed
The son of Jove, and as a god received.
With sacrifice adored, and public prayers,
He common temples with his mother
shares.
Equal in years, and rival in renown }
With Epaphus, the youthful Phaeton }
Like honour claims, and boasts his sire
the Sun. }
His haughty looks, and his assuming air,
The son of Isis could no longer bear;
Thou tak'st thy mother's word too far,
said he,
And hast usurped thy boasted pedigree.
Go, base pretender to a borrowed name!
Thus taxed, he blushed with anger, and
with shame;
But shame repressed his rage: the
daunted youth
Soon seeks his mother, and enquires the
truth.
Mother, said he, this infamy was thrown
By Epaphus on you, and me your son.
He spoke in public, told it to my face,
Nor durst I vindicate the dire disgrace:
Even I, the bold, the sensible of wrong,
Restrained by shame, was forced to hold
my tongue;
To hear an open slander, is a curse;
But not to find an answer, is a worse.
If I am heaven-begot, assert your son }
By some sure sign, and make my father
known, }
To right my honour, and redeem your
own. }
He said, and, saying, cast his arms about
Her neck, and begged her to resolve the
doubt.
'Tis hard to judge if Climené were
moved
More by his prayer, whom she so dearly
loved,
Or more with fury fired, to find her name
Traduced, and made the sport of
common fame.
She stretched her arms to heaven, and
fixed her eyes
On that fair planet that adorns the skies;
Now by those beams, said she, whose
holy fires
Consume my breast, and kindle my
desires;
By him who sees us both, and cheers our
sight,
By him, the public minister of light,
I swear that Sun begot thee; if I lie,
Let him his cheerful influence deny;
Let him no more this perjured creature
see,
And shine on all the world but only me.
If still you doubt your mother's
innocence,
His eastern mansion is not far from
hence;
With little pains you to his levee go,
And from himself your parentage may
know.—
With joy the ambitious youth his mother
heard,
And, eager for the journey, soon
prepared.
He longs the world beneath him to
survey,
To guide the chariot, and to give the day.
From Meroe's burning sands he bends
his course,
Nor less in India feels his father's force;
His travel urging, till he came in sight,
And saw the palace by the purple light.
FOOTNOTES:
[21] In all our earlier poets, the word sea is occasionally made to
rheme, according to the pronunciation of Hibernia, as if spelled
say.
[22] Ovid is not answerable for the speed of the stag's exertions
in the water; he barely says,
Crura nec ablato prosunt velocia cervo.
[23] See the same image in the "Annus Mirabilis:"
"With his loll'd tongue he faintly licks his prey,
His warm breath blows her flix up as she lies."
Vol. IX. p. 128.
MELEAGER AND ATALANTA,
OUT OF THE EIGHTH BOOK OF
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.
CONNECTION TO THE FORMER STORY.
Ovid, having told how Theseus had freed Athens from the tribute
of children, which was imposed on them by Minos king of Crete,
by killing the Minotaur, here makes a digression to the story of
Meleager and Atalanta, which is one of the most inartificial
connections in all the Metamorphoses; for he only says, that
Theseus obtained such honour from that combat, that all
Greece had recourse to him in their necessities; and, amongst
others, Calydon, though the hero of that country, prince
Meleager, was then living.
From him the Caledonians sought relief;
Though valiant Meleagrus was their chief.
The cause, a boar, who ravaged far and
near;
Of Cynthia's wrath, the avenging minister.
For Oenius with autumnal plenty blessed,
By gifts to heaven his gratitude expressed;
Culled sheafs, to Ceres; to Lyæus, wine; }
To Pan and Pales, offered sheep and kine;}
And fat of olives to Minerva's shrine. }
Beginning from the rural gods, his hand
Was liberal to the powers of high
command;
Each deity in every kind was blessed,
Till at Diana's fane the invidious honour
ceased.
Wrath touches even the gods; the Queen of
Night,
Fired with disdain, and jealous of her right,
Unhonoured though I am, at least, said
she,
Not unrevenged that impious act shall be.
Swift as the word, she sped the boar away,
With charge on those devoted fields to
prey.
No larger bulls the Egyptian pastures feed,
And none so large Sicilian meadows breed:
His eye-balls glare with fire, suffused with
blood;
His neck shoots up a thick-set thorny wood;
His bristled back a trench impaled appears,
And stands erected, like a field of spears;
Froth fills his chaps, he sends a grunting
sound,
And part he churns, and part befoams the
ground;
For tusks with Indian elephants he strove,
And Jove's own thunder from his mouth he
drove.
He burns the leaves; the scorching blast
invades
The tender corn, and shrivels up the
blades;
Or, suffering not their yellow beards to rear,
He tramples down the spikes, and
intercepts the year.
In vain the barns expect their promised
load,
Nor barns at home, nor ricks are heaped
abroad;
In vain the hinds the threshing-floor
prepare,
And exercise their flails in empty air.
With olives ever green the ground is
strowed,
And grapes ungathered shed their generous
blood.
Amid the fold he rages, nor the sheep
Their shepherds, nor the grooms their bulls,
can keep.
From fields to walls the frighted rabble
run,
Nor think themselves secure within the
town;
Till Melegarus, and his chosen crew,
Contemn the danger, and the praise pursue.
Fair Leda's twins, (in time to stars decreed,)
One fought on foot, one curbed the fiery
steed;
Then issued forth famed Jason after these,
Who manned the foremost ship that sailed
the seas;
Then Theseus, joined with bold Pirithous,
came;
A single concord in a double name:
The Thestian sons, Idas, who swiftly ran,
And Ceneus, once a woman, now a man.
Lynceus, with eagle's eyes, and lion's heart;
Leucippus, with his never-erring dart;
Acastus, Phileus, Phœnix, Telamon, }
Echion, Lelex, and Eurytion, }
Achilles' father, and great Phocus' son;}
Dryas the fierce, and Hippasus the strong
With twice-old Iolas, and Nestor then but
young;
Laertes active, and Ancæus bold; }
Mopsus the sage, who future things
foretold;}
And t'other seer,[24] yet by his wife unsold.}
A thousand others of immortal fame;
Among the rest, fair Atalanta came,
Grace of the woods: a diamond buckle
bound
Her vest behind, that else had flow'd upon
the ground,
And shew'd her buskin'd legs; her head was
bare,
But for her native ornament of hair,
Which in a simple knot was tied above,—
Sweet negligence, unheeded bait of love!
Her sounding quiver on her shoulder tied,
One hand a dart, and one a bow supplied.
Such was her face, as in a nymph
displayed}
A fair fierce boy, or in a boy betrayed }
The blushing beauties of a modest maid. }
The Caledonian chief at once the dame
Beheld, at once his heart received the
flame,
With heavens averse. O happy youth, he
cried,
For whom thy fates reserve so fair a bribe!
He sighed, and had no leisure more to say;
}
His honour called his eyes another way, }
And force him to pursue the now neglected
prey.}
There stood a forest on the mountain's
brow,
Which overlooked the shaded plains below;
No sounding axe presumed those trees to
bite,
Coeval with the world, a venerable sight.
The heroes there arrived, some spread
around }
The toils, some search the footsteps on the
ground,}
Some from the chains the faithful dogs
unbound. }
Of action eager, and intent on thought,
The chiefs their honourable danger sought:
A valley stood below; the common drain
Of waters from above, and falling rain;
The bottom was a moist and marshy
ground,
Whose edges were with bending osiers
crowned;
The knotty bulrush next in order stood,
And all within, of reeds a trembling wood.
From hence the boar was roused, and
sprung amain,
Like lightning sudden on the warrior-train;
Beats down the trees before him, shakes
the ground,}
The forest echoes to the crackling sound; }
Shout the fierce youth, and clamours ring
around. }
All stood with their protended spears
prepared,
With broad steel heads the brandished
weapons glared.
The beast impetuous with his tusks aside }
Deals glancing wounds; the fearful dogs
divide;}
All spend their mouth aloft, but none abide.
}
Echion threw the first, but missed his mark,
And stuck his boar-spear on a maple's bark.
Then Jason; and his javelin seemed to take,
But failed with over-force, and whizzed
above his back.
Mopsus was next; but, ere he threw,
addressed
To Phœbus thus: O patron, help thy priest!
If I adore, and ever have adored
Thy power divine, thy present aid afford,
That I may reach the beast!—The god
allowed
His prayer, and, smiling, gave him what he
could:
He reached the savage, but no blood he
drew;
Dian unarmed the javelin as it flew.
This chafed the boar, his nostrils flames
expire,
And his red eye-balls roll with living fire.
Whirled from a sling, or from an engine
thrown,
Amidst the foes so flies a mighty stone,
As flew the beast: the left wing put to
flight,
The chiefs o'erborne, he rushes on the
right.
Empalamos and Pelagon he laid
In dust, and next to death, but for their
fellows' aid.
Onesimus fared worse, prepared to fly;
The fatal fang drove deep within his thigh,
And cut the nerves; the nerves no more
sustain
The bulk; the bulk unprop'd, falls headlong
on the plain.
Nestor had failed the fall of Troy to see,
But, leaning on his lance, he vaulted on a
tree;
Then, gathering up his feet, looked down
with fear,
And thought his monstrous foe was still too
near.
Against a stump his tusk the monster
grinds,
And in the sharpened edge new vigour
finds;
Then, trusting to his arms, young Othrys
found,
And ranched his hips with one continued
wound.
Now Leda's twins, the future stars, appear;
White were their habits, white their horses
were;
Conspicuous both, and both in act to throw,
Their trembling lances brandished at the
foe:
Nor had they missed; but he to thickets
fled,
Concealed from aiming spears, not pervious
to the steed.
But Telamon rushed in, and happed to meet
A rising root, that held his fastened feet;
So down he fell, whom, sprawling on the
ground,
His brother from the wooden gyves
unbound.
Meantime the virgin-huntress was not slow
To expel the shaft from her contracted bow.
Beneath his ear the fastened arrow stood,
And from the wound appeared the trickling
blood.
She blushed for joy: But Meleagrus raised
His voice with loud applause, and the fair
archer praised.
He was the first to see, and first to show
His friends the marks of the successful
blow.
Nor shall thy valour want the praises due,
He said;—a virtuous envy seized the crew.
They shout; the shouting animates their
hearts,
And all at once employ their thronging
darts;
But out of order thrown, in air they join,
And multitude makes frustrate the design.
With both his hands the proud Ancæus
takes,
And flourishes his double biting axe:
Then forward to his fate, he took a stride
Before the rest, and to his fellows cried,—
Give place, and mark the difference, if you
can,
Between a woman-warrior and a man;
The boar is doomed; nor, though Diana lend
Her aid, Diana can her beast defend.—
Thus boasted he; then stretched, on tiptoe
stood,
Secure to make his empty promise good;
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