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I would have straiu'd him with a strict embrace, A bird new-made about the banks she plies, But through my arms he slipt, and vanish'd from Nor far from shore, and short excursions tries; the place :

Nor seeks in air her humble flight to raise, There, ev’n just there he stood ;” and as she spoke, Content to skin the surface of the seas; Where last the spectre was, she cast her look: Her bill, though slender, sends a creaking noise, Fain would she hope, and gaz'd upon the ground And imitates a lamentable voice: If any printed footsteps might be found.

Now lighting where the bloodless body lies, Then sigh’d and said: “This I too well foreknew, She with a funeral note renews her cries. And my prophetic fear presag'd too true :

At all her stretch her little wings she spread, 'Twas what i begg'd, when with a bleeding heart And with her feather'd arms embrac'd the dead : I took my leave, and suffer'd thee to part,

Then, flickering to his pallid lips, she strove Or I to go along, or thou to stay,

To priut a kiss, the last essay of love:
Never, ah never to divide our way!

Whether the vital touch reviv'd the dead,
Happier for me, that all our hours assign'd Or that the moving waters rais'd his head
Together we had liv'd; ev'n not in death dis- To meet the kiss, the vulgar doubt alone;
So had my Ceyx still been living here, [join'd! For sure a present miracle was shown.
Or with my Ceyx I had perish'd there :

The gods their shapes to winter-birds translate, Now I die absent in the vast profound;

But both obnoxious to their former fate,
And ine without myself the seas have drown'd: Their conjugal affection still is ty'd,
The storms were not so cruel; should I strive And still the inournful race is multiply'd ;-
To lighten life, and such a grief survive;

They bill, they tread; Alcyone compress'd But neither will I strive, nor wretched thee Seven days sits brooding on her floating nest: In death forsake, but keep thee company.

A wintery queen: her sire at length is kind, If not one common sepulchre contains

Calms every storm, and hushes every wind : Our bodies, or one urn our last remains,

Prepares his empire for his daughter's ease, Yet Ceyx and Alcyone shall join,

And for his hatching nephews smooths the seas, Their names remember'd in one common line.”

No farther voice her mighty grief affords, For sighs come rushing in betwixt her words, And stopt her tongue; but what ber tongue deny’d, ÆSACUS transformed into a CORMORANT, Soft tears and groans, and dumb complaints sup

'Twas morning; to the port she takes her way,

And stands upon the margin of the sea :
That place, that very spot of ground she sought,

These some old man sees wanton in the air, Or thither by her destiny was brought,

And praises the unhappy constant pai:. Where last he stood : and while she sadly said, Then to his friend the long-neck'd cormorant Twas here he left me, lingering here delay'd

The former tale reviving others woes: [shows, His parting kiss; and there his anchors weigh’d; “That sable bird,” he cries, “ which cuts the floud Thus speaking, while her thoughts past actions

With slender legs, was once of royal blood; trace,

His ancestors from mighty Tros proceed, And call to mind, admonish'd by the place,

The brave Laomedon, and Ganymede Sharp at her utmost ken she cast her eyes,

(Whose beauty tempted Jove to steal the boy), And somewhat floating from afar descries; And Priam, hapless prince! who fell with Troy: It seem'd a corpse adrift, to distant sight,

Himself was Hector's brother, and (had Fate But at a distance who could judge aright?

But given this hopeful a longer date) It wafted nearer yet, and then she knew

Perhaps had rival'd warlike Hector's worth, That what before she but surmis'd, was true: Though on the mother's side of meaner birth; A corpse it was, but whose it was, unknown, Fair Alyxotboë, a country maid, Yet mor'd, howe'er, she made the case her own : Bare Æsacus by stealth in Ida's shade. Took the bad omen of a shipwreck'd man,

He fled the noisy town, and pompous court,
As for a stranger wept, and thus began:

Lov'd the lone hills, and simple rural sport,
“ Poor wretch, on stormy seas to lose thy life, And seldom to the city would resort.
Unhappy thou, but more thy widow'd wife!" Yet he no rustic clownishness profest,
At this she paus'd; for now the flowing tide Nor was soft love a stranger to his breast :
Had brought the body nearer to the side:

The youth had long the nymph Hesperia woo'd,
The more she looks, the more her fears increase, Oft through the thicket or the mead pursu'd :
At nearer sizht; and she's herself the less : Her haply on her father's bank he spy'd,
Now driven ashore, and at her feet it lies,

While fearless she her silver tresses dry'd ; She knows too much, in knowing whom she sees:

Away she fled: not stags with half such specd, Her husband's corpse; at this sbe loudly shrieks, Before the prowling wolf, scud o'er the mead; “ Tis he, 'tis be,” she cries, and tears her cheeks, Not ducks, when they the safer flood forsake, Her hair, her vest, and, stooping to the sands, Pursu'd by hawks, so swift regain the lake, About his neck she cast her trembling hands. As fast he follow'd in the hot career: * And is it thus, o dearer than my life,

Desire the lover wing'd, the virgin fear. Thus, thus return'st thou to thy longing wife !" A snake unseen now pierc'd her heedless foot; She said, and to the neighbouring mole she strode Quick through the veins the venom'd juices shoot: (Rais'd there to break th' incursions of the food): She fell, and 'scap'd by death his fierce pursuit. Keadloog from hence to plunge herself she springs, Her lifeless body, frighted, he embrac'd, But shoots along supported on her wings; And cry'd, ‘Not this I dreaded, but thy haste:

O had my love been less, or less thy fear !

And, in the leafy summit, spy'd a nest, The victory thus bought is far too dear.

Which, o'er her callow young, a sparrow pressid. Accursed snake! yet I more curs'd than he! Eight were the birds anfledg'd; their mother fiew, He gave the wound; the cause was given by me. And hover'd round her care; but still in view : Yet none shall say, that unreveng'd you dy'd.' Till the fierce reptile first devour'd the brood; He spoke; then climb'd a cliff's o'er-hanging side, Then seiz'd the fluttering dam, and drank her And, resolute, leap'd on the foaming tide.

This dire ostent the fearful people view ; [blood. Tethys receiv'd him gently on the wave;

Calchas alone, by Phæbus taught, foreknew The death be sought deny'd, and feathers gave. What Heaven decreed: and with a smiling glance, Debarr'd the surest remedy of grief,

Thus gratulates to Greece her happy chance, And forc'd to live, he curst th’ unask'd relief. “ O Argives, we shall conquer ; Troy is ours, Then on his airy pinions upward fies,

But long delays shall first afflict our powers : And at a second fall successless tries :

Nine years of labour, the nine birds portend; The downy plume a quick descent denies.

The tenth shall in the town's destruction end." Enrag'd, he often dives beneath the wave,

The serpent, who his maw obscene had fillid, And there in vain expects to find a grave.

The branches in his curl'd embraces held: His ceaseless sorrow for th’ unhappy maid But, as in spires he stood, he turn'd to stone: Meagerd bis look, and on his spirits prey'd. The stony snake retain'd the figure still bis own. Still near the sounding deep he lives; his name Yet not for this the wind-bound navy weigh’d; From frequent diving and emerging came.” Slack were their sails; and Neptune disobey'd.

Some thought him loth the town should be

destroy'd, Whose building had his hands divine employ'd :

Not so the seer: who knew, and known foreshow'd,

The virgin Phæbe with a virgin's blood
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES. Must first be reconcil'd; the common cause
Wholly translated.

Prevail'd; and, pity yielding to the laws,
Fair Iphigenia, the devoted maid,

Was, by the weeping priests, in linen robes array'd; Connection to the end of the Eleventh Book.

All mourn her fate; but no relief appear'd: Æsacus, the son of Priam, loving a country life. The royal victim bound, the knife already rear'd :

forsakes the court : living obscurely, he falls in When that offended power, who caus'd their woe, love with a nymph; who, flying from him, was

Relenting ceas'd her wrath; and stopp'd the comkilled by a serpent; for grief of this, he would

ing blow. have drowned himself; but, by the pity of the A mist before the ministers she cast ; gods, is turned into a cormorant. Priam, not And, in the virgin's room, a hind she plac'd. hearing of Æsacus, believes him to be dead, and Th’oblation slain, and Phæbe reconcild, raises a tomb to preserve his memory. By this The storm was hush'd, and dimpled Ocean smild: transition, which is one of the finest in all Ovid, A favourable gale arose froin shore, the poet naturally falls into the story of the Which to the port desir'd the Grecian galleys bore. 'Trojan war, wbich is summed up, in the present

Full in the midst of this created space, [place book, but so very briefly, in many places, that

Betwixt Heaven, Earth, and Skies, there stands a Ovid seems more short than Virgil, contrary to Confining on all three; with triple bound; his usual style. Yet the house of Fame, which Whence all things, though remote, are view'd is here described, is one of the most beautiful around, pieces in the whole Metamorphoses. The fight And thither bring their undulating sound. of Achilles and Cygnus, and the fray betwixt The palace of loud Fame ; her seat of power; the Lapithæ and Centaurs, yield to no other plac'd on the summit of a lofty tower ; part of this poet: and particularly the loves A thousand winding entries, long and wide, and death of Cyllarus and Hylonome, the male Receive of fresh reports a flowing tide. and female Centaur, are wonderfully moving.

A thousand crannies in the walls are made;
Nor gate por bars exclude the busy trade.

'Tis built of brass, the better to diffuse
Priam, to whom the story was unknown, The spreading sounds, and multiply the news;
As dead, deplor'd his metamorphos'd son: Where echoes in repeated echoes play:
A cenotaph his name and title kept, [wept. A mart for ever full, and open night and day.
And Hector rouud the tomb, with all his brothers | Nor silence is within, nor voice express,
This pious office Paris did not share;

But a deaf noise of sounds that never cease; Absent alone, and author of the war,

Confus'd, and chiding, like the hollow roar Which, for the Spartan queen, the Grecians drew Of tides, receding from th' insulted shore : T'avenge the rape, and Asia to subdue.

Or like the broken thunder, heard from far, A thousand ships were mann'd, to sail the sea : When Jove to distance drives the rolling war. Nor had their just resentments found delay, The courts are fill’d with a tumultuous din Had not the winds and waves oppos'd their way. Of crouds, or issuing forth, or entering in : At Aulis, with united powers, they meet;

A thoroughfare of news: where some devise But there, cross winds or calms detain'd the feet. Things never heard; some mingle truth with lies:

Now, while they raise an altar on the shore, The troubled air with empty sounds they beat; And Jove with solemn sacrifice adore ;

Intent to hear, and eager to repeat. A boding sign the priests and people see:

Errour sits brooding there; with added train A snake of size immense ascends a tree,

Of vain credulity, and joys as vain :

Suspicion, with sedition join'd, are near; Twice Telephus employ'd their piercing steel, And rumours rais'd, and murmurs mix'd, and pa- To wound him first, and afterward to heal. nic fear.

The vigour of this arm was never vain : Fame sits aloft; and sees the subject ground, And that my wonted prowess I retain, And seas about, and skies above; inquiring all Witness these heaps of slaughter on the plain.” around.

He said, and doubtful of his former deeds, The goddess gives th’alarm; and soon is known To some new trial of his force proceeds. The Grecian fleet, descending on the town.

He chose Menætes from among the rest; Fird on defence, the Trojans are not slow At him he lanch'd his spear, and pierc'd his breast: To guard their shore from an expected foe.

On the hard earth the Lycian knock'd his head, They meet in fight: by Hector's fatal hand And lay supine; and forth the spirit fled. Protesilaus falls, and bites the strand,

Then thus the hero: “ Neither can I blame Which with expense of blood the Grecians won : The hand, or javelin; both are still the same. And prov'd the strength unknown of Priam's son. The same I will employ against this foe; And to their cost the Trojan leaders felt

And wish but with the same success to throw." The Grecian heroes, and what deaths they dealt. So spoke the chief; and while he spoke he threw;

From these first onsets, the Sigæan shore The weapon with unerring fury flew, Was strew'd with carcases, and stain'd with gore: At his left shoulder aim'd: nor entrance found; Neptunian Cygnus troops of Greeks had slain; But back, as from a rock, with swift rebound Achilles in his car had scour'd the plain,

Harinless return'd: a bloody mark appear'd,
And cleard the Trojan ranks: where'er he fought, which with false joy the flatter'd hero cheerd.
Cygaus, or Hector, through the fields he sought: Wound there was none; the blood that was in
Cygnus he found; on him his force essay'd :

Por Hector was to the tenth year delay'd. (yoke, The lance before from slain Menætes drew.
His white-man'd steeds, that bow'd beneath the Headlong he leaps from off his lofty car,
He cheer'd to courage, with a gentle stroke; And in close fight on foot renews the war.
Then urg'd his fiery chariot on the foe :

Raging with high disdain, repeats his blows; And, rising, shook his lance, in act to throw. Nor shield nor armour can their force oppose; But first he cry'd, “ () youth, be proud to bear

Huge cantlets of his buckler strew the ground, Thy death, enobled by Pelides' spear.”

And no defence in his bor'd arms is found. The lance pursued the voice without delay;

But on his flesh no wound or blood is seen; Nor did the whizzing weapon miss the way,

The sword itself is blunted on the skin. But pierc'd his cuirass, with such fury sent,

This vain attempt the chief no longer bears; And sign'd his bosom with a purple dint.

But round his hollow temples and his ears At this the seed of Neptune; “ Goddess-born,

His buckler beats: the son of Neptune, stunu'd For ornament, not use, these arms are worn;

With these repeated buffets, quits his ground; This helm, and heavy buckler, I can spare,

A sickly sweat succeeds, and shades of night; As only decorations of the war:

Inverted Nature swims before his sight : So Mars is arm'd for glory, not for need.

Th’insulting victor presses on the more, 'Tis somewhat more from Neptune to proceed,

And treads the steps the vanquish'd trod before, Than from a daughter of the sea to spring : Nor rest, nor respite gives. A stone there lay Thy sire is mortal; mine is ocean's king.

Behind his trembling foe, and stopp'd his way : Secure of death, I should contemn thy dart,

Achilles took the advantage which he found, Though naked, and impassable depart:”

O'er-turn'd, and push'd him backward on the He said, and threw: the trembling weapon pass'd

ground. Through nine bull -hides, each under other plac'd,

His buckler held him under, while he press'd, On his broad shield, and stuck within the last. With both his knees above, his panting breast. Achilles wrench'd it out; and sent again

Unlac'd his helm : about his chin the twist The hostile gift : the hostile gift was vain.

He try'd ; and soon the strangled soul dismiss'd. He try'd a third, a tough well-chosen spear;

With eager haste he went to strip the dead ; Th’inviolable body stood sincere,

The vanquish'd body from his arms was fled. Though Cygnus then did no defence provide, His sea-god sire, t' immortalize his fame, But, scornful, offer'd his unshielded side.

Had turn'd it to the bird that bears his name. Not otherwise th' impatient bero far'd,

A truce succeeds the labours of this day, Than as a bull, encompass'd with a guard, And arms suspended with a long delay. Amid the circus roars: provok'd from far

While Trojan walls are kept with watch and ward; Dy sight of scarlet, and a sanguine war,

The Greeks before their trenches mount the guard; They quit their ground, his bended horns elude, The feast approach'd; when to the blue-eyed maid In vain pursuing, and in vain pursued.

His vows for Cygnus slain the victor paid,
Before to farther fight he would advance, And a white heifer on her altar laid.
He stood considering, and survey'd his lance. The reeking entrails on the fire they threw;
Doubts if he wielded not a wooden spear

And to the gods the grateful odour flew :
Without a point: he look'd, the point was there. Heaven had its part in sacrifice: the rest
" This is my hand, and this my lance,” he said, Was broil'd and roasted for the future feast.
" By which so many thousand foes are dead. The chief inviced guests were set around;
O whither is their usual virtue fled ?

And hunger first assuag'd, the bowls were crown'd, I had it once; and the Lyrnessian wall,

Which in deep draughts their cares and labours And Tenedos, confess'd it in their fall.

drown'd. 'Thy streams, Caicus, roll'd a crimson food : The mellow harp did not their ears employ, And Thebes ran red with her own natives blood. And mute was all the warlike symphony;

Discourse, the food of souls, was their delight, Glad of the gift, the new-made warrior goes;
And pleasing chat prolong'd the summer's night. And arms among the Greeks, and longs for equal
The subject, deeds of arms, and valour shown,

foes. Or on the Trojan side, or on their own.

“ Now brave Pirithous, bold Ixion's son, Of dangers undertaken, fame achiev'd,

The love of fair Hippodame had won. They talk'd by turns; the talk by turns reliev'd. The cloud-begotten race, half men, half beast, What things but these could fierce Achilles tell, Invited, came to grace the nuptial feast : Or what could fierce Achilles hear so well ?

In a cool cave's recess the treat was made, The last great act perform’d, of Cygnus slain, Whose entrance trees with spreading boughs o'erDid most the martial audience entertain :


(came, Wondering to find a body, free by fate

They sate: and, summond by the bridegroom, From steel, and which could ev'n that steel rebate : To mix with those, the Lapithæan name : Amaz'd their admiration they renew;

Nor wanted I: the roofs with joy resound : And scarce Pelides could believe it true.

And Hymen, lö Hymen, rung around. Then Nestor thus; “What once this age has Ra s'd altars shone with holy fires; the bride, In fated Cygnus, and in him alone, (known, Lovely herself (and lovely by her side These eyes have seen in Cæneus long before, A bevy of bright nymphs, with sober grace), Whose body not a thousand swords could bore. Came glittering like a star, and took her place: Cæneus, in courage, and in strength, excell’d, Her heavenly form beheld, all wish'd her joy ; And still his Othrys with his fame is fillid : And little wanted, but in vain, their wishes all But what did most his martial deeds adorn,

employ. (Though since he chang'd his sex) a woman born." “ For one, most brutal of the brutal blood, A novelty so strange, and full of fate,

Or whether wine or beauty fir'd his blood, His listening audience ask'd him to relate.

Or both at once, beheld with lustful eyes Achilles thus commends their common suit : The bride; at once resolv'd to make his prize. O father, first for prudence in repute,

Down went the board; and, fastening on her hair, Tell with that eloquence so much thy own,

He seiz'd with sudden force the frighted fair, What thou hast heard, or what of Cæneus known. 'Twas Eurytus began: his bestial kind What was be, whence his change of sex begun, His crime pursued; and each as pleas'd bis mind, What trophies, join'd in wars with thee, he won ? Or her, whom chance presented, took: the feast Who conquer'd him, and in what fatal strife An image of a taken town express'd. [rise, The youth, without a wound, could lose his life?' “ The cave resounds with female shrieks; we

Neleides then : “ Though tardy age, and time Mad with revenge, to make a swift reprise: Have shrunk my sinews, and decay'd my prime; And Theseus first; 'What frenzy has possessid, Though much I have forgotten of my store, O Eurytus,' he cry'd, 'thy brutal breast, Yet not exhausted, I remember more.

To wrong Pirithous, and not him alone, Of all that arms achiev'd, or peace design'd, But, while I live, two friends conjoin'd in one ?' That action still is fresher in my mind

“ To justify his threat, he thrusts aside Than aught beside. If reverend age can give The crowd of Centaurs, and redeems the bride; To faith a sanction, in my third I live.

The monster nought reply'd: for words were vain; “ 'Twas in my second century, I survey'd And deeds could only deeds unjust maintain : Young Cænis, then a fair Thessalian maid: But answers with his hand; and forward press'd, Cænis the bright was born to high command; With blows redoubled, on his face and breast. A princess, and a native of thy land,

An ample goblet stood, of antique mold, Divine Achilles: every tongue proclaim'd Aud rough with figures of the rising gold; Her beauty, and her eyes all hearts inflam'd. The hero snatch'd it up, and toss'd in air, Peleus, thy sire, perhaps had sought her bed, Full at the front of the foul ravisher: Among the rest; but he had either led

He falls; and falling vomits forth a flood Thy mother then, or was by promise tyd ; Of wine, and foam and brains, and mingled blood, But she to him, and all, alike her love deny'd. Half roaring, and half neighing, through the hall, “ It was her fortune once to take her way

Arms, arms,' the double-form'd with fury call, Along the sandy margin of the sea :

To wreak their brother's death: a medley flight The power of ocean view'd her as she passid, Of bowls and jars, at first, supply the fight, And, lov'd as soon as seen, by force embrac'd. Once instruments of feasts, but now of Fate: So Fame reports. Her virgin treasure seiz'd, Wine animates their rage, and arms their hate. And his new joys the ravisher so pleas'd,

“ Bold Amycus, from the robb’d vestry brings That thus, transported, to the nymph he cry'd: The chalices of Heaven, and holy things “Ask what thou wilt, no prayer shall be deny'd.' Of precious weight: a sconce that hung on high, This also Fame relates: the haughty fair,

With tapers fill'd, to light the sacristy, Who not the rape ev'n of a god could bear, Torn from the cord, with his unballow'd hand This answer, proud, return'd: 'To mighty wrongs He threw amid the Lapithæan band. A mighty recompense, of right, belongs.

On Celadon the ruin fell; and left Give me no more to suffer such a shame;

His face of feature and of form bereft:
But change the woman, for a better name;

So, when some brawny sacrificer knocks,
One gift for all :' she said; and while she spoke, Before an altar led, an offer'd ox,
A stern, majestic, manly tone she took.

His eye-balls rooted out are thrown to ground,
A man she was : and as the godhead swore, His nose dismantled in his mouth is found,
To Cæneus tarn'd, who Cænis was before.

His jaws, cheeks, front, one undistinguish'd wound. To this the lover adds, without request : “ This Belates, th’avenger, could not brook ; No force of steel should violate his breast.

But, by the foot, a maple-board he took,

And hurl'd at Amycus; his chin is bent

Pholus and Melaneus from fight withdrew, Azainst his chest, and down the Centaur sent; And Abas maim'd, who boars encountering slew : Whou sputtering bloody teeth, the second blow And Augur Astylos, whose art in vain Of his drawn sword dispatch'd to shades below. From fight dissuaded the four-footed train,

“ Grineus was near; and cast a furious look Now beat the hoof with Nessus on the plain; On the side-altar, cens'd with sacred smoke, But to his fellow cry'd, · Be safely slow, And bright with flaming fires. .' The gods,' he Thy death deferr'd is due to great Alcides' bow.' cry'd,

“ Mean time strong Dryas urg'd his chance so Have with their holy trade our hands supply'd : That Lycidas, Areos, Imbreus fell; (well, Why use we not their gifts? Then from the foor All one by one, and fighting face to face: An aitar-stope he heav'd, with all the load it bore: Crenæus fled, to fali with more disgrace: Altar and altar's freight together flew

For, fearful, while he look'd behind, he bore Where thickest throng'd the Lapithæan crew; Betwixt his nose and front the blow before. And, at once, Broteas and Oryus slew :

Amid the noise and tumult of the fray, Oryus' mother, Mycale, was known

Snoring and drunk with wine, Aphidas lay. Down from her sphere to draw the labouring Moon. Ev'n then the bowl within his hand he kept,

“ Exadius cry'd, · Unpunish'd shall not go And on a bear's rough hide securely slept.
This fact, if arms are found against the foe.' Him Phorbas with his flying dart transfix'd;
He look'd about, where on a pine were spread * Take thy next draught with Stygian waters mix'd,
The votive horus of a stag's branching head: And sleep thy fill,' th' insulting victor cy'd;
At Grineus these he throws; so just they fly, Surpriz’d with death unfelt, the Centaur dy'd;
That the sharp antlers stuck in either eye: The ruddy vomit, as he breath'd his soul,
Breathless and blind he fell, with blood besmear'd, Repass'd his throat, and filld his empty bowl.
His eye-balls, beaten out, hung dangling on his “I saw Petræus' arms employ'd around

A well-grown oak, to root it from the ground.
Fierce Rhætus, from the hearth, a burning brand This way, and that, he wrench'd the fibrous bands,
Sth.cts, and whirling waves; till from his hand The trunk was like a sapling in his hands,
The fire took flame; then dash'd it from the right And still obey'd the bent: while thus he stood,
On fair Charaxus' temples, near the sight: Perithous' dart drove on, and nail'd him to the
The whistling pest came on, and pierc'd the bone : wood.
And caught the yellow hair, that shrivel'd while Lycus and Chromys fell, by him oppressid:
it shone :

Helops and Dictys added to the rest { Caught, like dry stubble fir'd, or like seerwood; A nobler palm: Helops, through either ear Yet from the wound ensued no purple flood;

Transfix'd, receiv'd the penetrating spear. But louk'd a bubbling mass of frying blood. This Dictys saw; and, seiz'd with sudden fright, ! His blazing locks sent forth a crackling sound, Leapt headlong from the hill of steepy height; And biss'd, like red hot ir'n within the smithy And crush'd an ash beneath, that could not bear drown'd.

his weight. The wounded warrior shook his faming hair, The shatter'd tree receives his fall, and strikes, Then (what a team of horse could hardly rear) Within his full-blown paunch, the sharpen'd spikes. He heaves the threshold-stone; but could not throw; Strong Aphareus had heav'd a mighty stone, The weight itself forbad the threaten'd blow; The fragment of a rock, and would have thrown; Whicb, dropping from his lifted arms, came down But Theseus, with a club of harden'd oak, Full on Cometes' head, and crush'd his crown. The cubit-bone of the bold Centaur broke, Nor Rhætus then retain'd his joy: but said, And left him maim'd; nor seconded the stroke: So by their fellows may our foes be sped!' Then leapt on tall Bianor's back, (who bore Toen with redoubled strokes he plies his head : No mortal burthen but his own, before) The burning lever not deludes his pains;

Press'd with his knees his sides; the double man, But drives the batter'd skull within the brains. His speed with spurs increas’d, unwilling ran. ** Thus flush'd, the conqueror, with force re- One hand the hero fasten'd on his locks; newd,

His other ply'd him with repeated strokes. Evaprus, Dryas, Corythus pursued :

The club hung round his ears and batter'd brows; First, Corythus, with downy cheeks, he slew; He falls; and, lashing up his heels, his rider throws. Whose fall when fierce Evagrus had in view,

“ The same Herculean arms Nedymnus wound, He cryd, 'What palm is from a beardless prey?' And lay by him Lycotas on the ground; Ruztus prevents what more he had to say; And Hippasus, whose beard his breast invades; And drove within his mouth the fiery death, And Ripheus, haunter of the woodland shades; Which enter'd hissing in, and chok'd his breath. And Tereus, us'd with mountain-bears to strive, At Dryas next he tiew; but weary Chance And from their dens to draw th’indignant beasts No longer would the same success advance.

alive. But while he whirl'd in fiery circles round

“ Demoleon could not bear this hateful sight, The brand, a sharpen'd stake strong Dryas found; Or the long fortune of th’ Athenian knight: And in the shoulder's joint inflicts the wound. But pull'd with all his force, to disengage The weapon struck: which roaring out with pain From «arth a pine, the product of an age : Hy drew: uor longer durst the fight maintain, The root stuck fast: the broken trunk he sent Bet tarnd his back, for fear; and fed amain. At Theseus: Theseus frustrates his intent, With him fied Orneus, with like dread possess'd; And leaps aside, by Pallas warn'd, the blow Thaumas and Medon, wounded in the breast; To shun (for so he said; and we believ'd it so). Add Mermeros, in the late race renown'd,

Yet not in vain th'enormous weight was cast, | Siya lumping ran, and tardy with his woand. Which Crantor's body sunder'd at the waist;

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