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Sce how he rears him from his bed ;
" Bold he rushed on. My honour to main. See the wreath that binds his head.
tain, Hail! thou gentle murmuring stream, " I fling my verdant garments on the plain. Shepherds' pleasure, Muses' theme;
" My arms stretch forth, my pliant limbs preThrough the plain ftill joy to rove,
“ And with bent hands exped the furious war.
41 " And yellow fand his mighty muscles strows.
“ Oft' he my neck and nimble legs allails,
“ He seems to grasp me, but as often fails :
“ Safe in my bulk, immoveable I stand.
“ So when loud storms break high, and foam and ACHELOUS AND HERCULES.
“ Against some mole that ftretches from the
« The firm foundation lasting tempests braves,
D fies the warring winds, and driving waves.
52 When thus the Calydonian Stream seply'd,
" Renew the combat, and our ground maintain ; With i wining reeds his careless treffes tied ;
56 Foot Itrove with foot, I prone 'extend my " Ungrateful is the tale ; for who can bear,
breast, “ When conquer'd, to rehearse the shameful “ Hands war with hands, and forehead forehead war?
press'd. " Yet I'll the melancholy story trace ;
« Thus have I seen two furious bulls engage, 55 " So great a conqueror softens the disgrace :
• Inflam'd with equal love, and equal rage; " Nor was it still so mean the prize to yield,
" Each claims the faireft heifer of the grove, " As great and glorious to dispute the fie;d. " And conquest only can decide their love :
Perhaps you've heard of Dejanira's name, " The trembling herds survey the fight frons far, “ For all the country spoke her beauty's fame.
« Till victory decides th' important war. 60 “ Long was the nymph by numerous suitors
“ Three times in vain he strove my joints to wrett, woo'd,
" To force my hold, and throw me from his • Each with address his envy'd hopes pursued :
breast; I join'd the loving band : to gair the fair, 15
" The fourth he hroke my gripe, that clasp'd him “ Reveald my passion to her father's car.
round, " Their vain pretensions all the rest resign ;
« Then with new force he ftretch'd me on the “ Alcides only Itrove to equal mine :
grounds “ He boa!s his birth from Jove, recounts his
• Close to my back the mighty burden clung, spoils,
" As if a mountain o'er my limbs were flung. 6 “ His step-dame's hate subdued, and finish'd “ Believe my tale ; nor do I boaftful, aim toils.
“ By feign'd narration to extol my fame.
" No lponer frora his grasp 1 freedom get, “ Can mortals then (faid 1) with gods com
“ Unlock my arms, that flow'd with crickling
« But quick he seiz'd me, and renew'd the Irite,
“ As my exhausted bosom pants for life :
“ My neck he gripes, my knec to earth be
strains : « No forcign guest your daughter's charms adores,
“ I fall, and bite the sand with shame and pains. « But one who riles in your native fhorcs. 26 “ Let not his punishment your pity move; “ O'er-match'd in strength, to wiles and arts “ Is Juno's hate an argument for love ?
75 “ Though you your life from fair Alcmena drew,
“ And flip his hold, in form of speckled snake ; “ Jove's a feign'd father, or by fraud a true. 30 " Who, when I wreath'd in spires my body « Choose then; confess thy mother's honour lott,
round, " Or thy descent from Jove no longer boait."
“Or shew'd my forky-congue with hisling sound, While thus I spoke, he look'd with stern dis- • Smiles at my threats. Such foes n.y cradle dain,
knew, Nor could the fallies of his wrat.. restrain, “ He cries ; dire snakes my infant-hand o'er. Which thus broke forth; " This arm decides our
" A dragon' form might other conquests gain ; « Vanquilh'd in words; be mine the prize in To war with me you take that shape in vain.
“ Art thou proportion'd to the Hydra's length, Th’ Aonian chief to Neffus trusts his wife, 15 " Who by his wounds receiv'd augmented All pale, and trembling for her hero's life : ftrenth?
Cloth'd as he stood in the fierce lion's hide, ." He sais'd a hundred hissing heads in air ; 85 The laden quiver o'er his shoulder ty'd " When one I lopp'd, up sprung a dreadful pair. (For cross the stream his bow and club were By his wounds fertile, and with Naughter strong,
Swift he plung'd in ; these billows hall bo pass’d. " Singly I quell'd him, and stretch'd dead along. He said, nor fought where [muother waters • What cant thou do, a form precarious, prone, glide, " To rouze my rage with terrors not thy own!" But ftem'd the rapid dangers of the tide.. “ He said; and round my neck his hands he cast, The bank he reach'd : again the bow he bears ; "! And with his straining fingers wrung me falt: When, hark ! his bride's known voice alarms “ My throat he tortur'd, close as pincers clasp, $ In vain I (trove to loose the forceful grasp. Nessus, to thee I call (aloud he cries) ; 25 “ Thus vanquish'd too, a third form still re- Vain is thy trust in flight, be tinely wise : mains,
Thou nionfter dcuble-shap'd, my right set free, “ Chang'd to a bull, my lowing fills the plains. If thou no reverence owe my fame and
me, Straight on the left his nervous arms were Yet kindred should thy lawless lust deny. 1 tl.rown
Think not, perfidious wretch, from me to fly, "Upon my brindled neck, anå tugg'd it down; Though wing'd with horse's speed; wounds shall “ Then'deep he struck my horn into the sand,
pursue : " And felld my bulk along the dusty land. 100 Swift as his words the fatal arrow flew : “ Nor yet his fury coold; 'twixt rage and scorn, The Centaur's back adhits the feather'd wood, " From my maim'd front he core the stubborn And through his breast the barbed weapon fool;
Which when, in anguish, through the flesh he “ This, heap'd with flowers and fruits, the Nai- tore,
35 ads beat,
From both the wounds gush'd forth the spumy “ Sacred to plenty, and the bountcous year."
fore, He spoke ; when lo! a beauteous nymph ap- Mix'd with Lernæan venom ; this he took, pears,
Nor dire revenge his dying breast forfook. Girt, like Diana's train, with flowing hairs; His garments, in the reeking purple dy's, The horn he brings, in which all autumn's stor'd, To rouze love's paflion, he presents the bride. 40 And ruddy apples for the second board. Now morn begins to dawli, the sun's bright fire
The DEATH of HERCULES. Gilds the high mountains, and the youths retire;
OW a long interval of time fucceeds, Nor itay'd they, till the troubled stream subsides
When the great son of Jove's immortal And in its bounds with peaceful current glides.
deeds, But Aehclous in his oozy bed
And fep-dame's hate had fill'd earth's utmost Dtep hides his brow, deforna'd, and rustic head :
That Hercules the fair lole lov'd.
Her love believes the tale; the truth she fears
Of his new pallion, and gives way to lears.
i he flow ng tears diffus'd her wretched grief, HIS virgin too, thy lovė, o Nessus, found, Why s ek I thus, from streaming eyes, r.licf?
She cries ; indulge not thus thife fruitless cares, As the strong son of Jove his bride conveys. The harlot will but triumph in thy tears ; Where his paternal lands their bulwarks raise; Let so:nething be resolv'd, while get there's Where from her flopy uru Evenus pours 5 Her rapid current, swellid by wintery showers, My bed not conscious of a rival's crime. He came. I lie frequent eddies whirl'd the tide, In silence hall I mourn, or lou i complain ? And the deep rolling waves all pass deny'd. Shall I stek Calydon, or here re nain ? As for himself, he stood unmov'd by fears, What though ally'd to Meleger s fame, For now his bridal charge employ'd his cares. 10 I boast the honours of a fifter's name? The strong-limb d Nessus thus officious cry'd
My wrongs, perhaps, now urge me tepursue (For he the shallows of the stream had try'd), Some desperate deed, by which the we:ld thall Swim thou, Alcides, all thy strength prepare ;
view On yonder bauk I'll lodge thy nuptial care.
How far revenge and woman's rage can rise, 25 | What if the Thracian horses, fat with gore, 85 When weltering in her blood the harlot dies.
Who human bodies in their mangers tore, Thus various paffions rul'd by turns her breast. I saw, and with their barbarous lord o'erthrew ? She now retulves to send the fatal vest,
What if chefe hands Nemæl's lion llew ? Dyu with Lernæan gore, whoto power might move Did not this neck the heavenly globe sustain ?His foul anew, and rouze declining love. 30 The female partner of the thunderer's reign, 90 Nor knew the whit her sudden rage beltows, Fatigu'd, ac length suspends her harsh commands When he to Lichas trufts her future woes; Yet no fatigue hath Nack'd these valiant hards. With soit endearments she the boy commands But now new plagues pursue me ; neither force, To bear the garment to her husband's hands. Nor arms, nor darts, can stop their raging course.
Th' unwitting hero takes the gift in halte, 35. Devouring flame through my rack'd emtrails itrays, 95 And o'er his shoulders Lerna's poison caft.
And on my lungs and thriveld muscles preys; As first the fire with frankincense he itrows, Yet ftill Euryst neus breathes the vital air And utters to the gods his holy vows;
What mortal now thall seek the gods with prayer?
LYCHAS INTO A ROCK.
Furious o'er O-te's lofty hills he sprung:
Stuck with the faft, thus fcours the tiger round, So boils the venom in his curdling blood.
And seeks the flying author of his wound. Now with the greedy fiame his entrails glow, 55 Now might you see trim trembling, now he vents 5 And livid sweats down all his body flow;
His anguish'd soul in groans and loud laments; The cracking nerves burnt-up are burst in twain, He strives to tear the clinging vest in vain, The lurking venom melts his swimming brain. And with up-rooted forests strews the plain;
Then, lifting both his hands aloft, he cries, Now, kindling into rage, his hands he rears, Glut thy revenge dread empress of the skies ; 60 | Avid to his kindred goos direcis his prayers. Sate with my death the rancour of thy heart, When Lychas, lo, he spies; who trembling flew, Look down with pleasure, and enjoy my smart. And, in a hollow rock conceal'd from view, Or, if e'er pity mov'd a hostile breast
Had shunn'd his wrath. Now grief renew'd his pain, (For here I stand thy enemy profest),
His madnels chaf'd, and thus he raves again: Take hence this hateful life, with tortures torn, 65 Lychas, tu thee alone my fate I owe,
15 Inur'd to trouble, and to labours born.
Who bore the gift, the cause of all my woe. Death is the gift most welcome to my woe, The youth all, pale with shivering fear was ftung, And such a gift a step-dame may bestow.
And vain excuses faulter'd on his tongue. Was it for this Bufiris was subdued,
Alcides snatch'd him, as with suppliant face Whole barbarous temples reek'd with itrangers' He strove to clasp his knees, and beg for grace.
20 blood ?
70 He tofs’d him o'er his head with airy courie, Press’d in these arms, his fate Antæus found, And hurld with more than with an engine's force ; Nor gain'd recruited vigour from the ground. Far o'er th' Eubean main aluft he flies, Did I not triple-form'd Geryon fell?
And hardens by degrees amid the skies. Or did I fear the triple dog of hell ?
So showery drops, when chilly teinpelts blow, 25 Did not these hands the bull's arm'd forehead hold? | Thicken at firtt, then whiten into friow; Are not our mighty toils in Elis told?
In balls congeal'd the rolling fleeces bound, Did not Stymphalian lakes proclaim my fame? In folid hail result upon the ground. And fair Parthenian woods resound my name ? "Thus, whirld with nervous force through distant Who reiz'd the golden belt of Thermodon?
air, And who the dragon-guarded apples won? 80 The purple tide forsook his veins with fear; Could the fierce Centaur's strength my force with All moitture left his limbs. Transtorm'd to stone, stand,
In arrient days the craggy Alint was known : Or the fell boar that spoil'd th' Arcadian land? Still in th’Eubæan waves his front he rears, Did not these arms the Hydra’s rage subdue,
Stili the small rock in human form appears, Who from his wounds to double fury grew? And fill the name of hapless Lychas bears. 35.
Against Alcides' race. 'Alcmona goes
To lole, to vent maternal woes ;
Here she pours forth her grief, recounts the spoils s
Her fon had bravely reap'd in glorious toils.
Hyllus had lov'd, and join'd in nuptial bands.
Her swelling womb the teeming birth confess'd ;-
5 To whom Alcmena thus her fpeech address'd:
the gods protect thee, in that hour,
When midst thy chroes thou call'st th’llithyan power!
My womb extends with such a mighty load,
My horror kindles to recount the pain;
Seven days and nights amidst incessant throes,
Implor’d the gocio, and callid Lucina's aid.
came, but prejudic'd, to give my fate
And on the altar at my door the sits;
Th Detean fires do thou, great hero, scoin. This stay'd the birth; in muttering verse ihe pray'd,
The muttering verse th' unfinish'd birth delay'd.
Now with fierce Itruggles, raging with my pain, 35
Offer their vows, and seek to bring redress. 40
Among the Theban danes Galanthis stands,
She first perceiv'd that all these racking woes
Congratulate the dame, the lies at rest,
At length the gods Alcmena's womb have bleft. 50
The charm unloos’d, the birth my pangs reliev'd;
Galanthis' laughter vex'd the power deceiv'd.
50 Her groveling body from the ground to rear;
Chang'd to fore-feet her shrinking arms appear;
бо Who, since the lie did from her mouth proceed, THE TRANSFORMATION
Shall from her pregnant mouth bring forth her breed;
Nor fall the quit her long-frequented home,
But haunt those houses where the lov'd to roam.
Revenge ftill rancour'd in Euryftheus' breast
Aurora for her aged spouse complains,
5 THE STORY or IOLA ÜS And Ceres grieves for Jason's freezing veins;
Vulcan would Erichthonius' years renew;
Her future race the care of Venus drew,
She would Anchises' blooming age restore ;
Thus various interests did their jars increase,
Till Jove arose ;-he spoke theic tumults cease.
Is any reverence to our presence given? was changed into a tree för violating the bloljoms of Who can the settled will of Fate subdue ? 15 the plant Lotis (once a nymph); while she is dif- 'Twas by the Fates that lolaüs knew courfing on these mattersw th Alcmena, she finds new
A second youth. The Fates' determin'd doom matter of wonder in the sudden change of Iolais to a Shall give Callirhoe’s race a youthful bloom. youth.
Arrrs nor ambition can this power
Quell your desires ; even Me the Fates reitrain. WHILE Iolé the fatal change declares,
Could I their will control, no rolling years Alcmena's pitying hand oft' wip'd her tears. Had Æacus bent down with silver hairs; Griet too ftream'd down her cheeks; soon sorrow Then Rhadamanthus ftili had youth possess’d, Hies,
And Minos with eternal bloom been bless'd. And rising joy the trickling moisture dries :
Jove's words the fynod mov'd; the powers give o'er,
And urge in vain unjust complaint no more.
Minos, who, in the flower of youth and fame,
Made mighty nations tremble at his name, 30
He durst not force him from his native coast.
swift vefsel plow'd th' Egean main; NOW from her lips a fo!emn oat! had pass’d,
On Asiatic shores a town you frame, That lolaü; the gift alone should taste,
Which still is honour'd with the founder's name. Had not juit Themis thus maturely said
Here you Cyanëe knew, the beauteous maid, (Which check'd her vow, (and awd the blooming As on her father's winding banks the stray’d: 40 maid) :
Cauous and Byblis hence their lineage trace,
The double offspring of your warm embrace.
THE STORY OF ARACHNE,
From the Beginning of the Sixth Book of Ovid's
Pallas, visiting the Muses on their hill to see the foune
tain Hippocrene, is by. them informed how the Pierides And bid their bofoms glow with manly fire.
were changed into chattering pies for rivaling the
vengeance un Arachne, the daughter of lamong
Pleas'd that so well they had reveng'd cheir wrongs
Reflecting thus,--A vulgar foul can praise ;
My fame let glorious emuiation raise;
That dares my facred Deity deride : • Eteocles end Polynices.
Revenge the Goddess in her breait revolves; + Amphiaraus.
Alimeong And Itraight the bold Arachne's fate refolyes ;