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Pausanias, Description of Greece, Arcadia, chapter 20 (search)
Ladon is the most lovely river in Greece, and is also famous for the legend of Daphne that the poets tell. I pass over the story current among the Syrians who live oans. Oenomaus, prince of Pisa, had a son Leucippus. Leucippus fell in love with Daphne, but despaired of winning her to be his wife by an open courtship, as she avoidhis hair as though he were a maiden, and putting on woman's clothes, he came to Daphne and said that he was a daughter of Oenomaus, and would like to share her huntinand skill in hunting, and was besides most assiduous in his attentions, he drew Daphne into a deep friendship. The poets who sing of Apollo's love for Daphne make an Daphne make an addition to the tale; that Apollo became jealous of Leucippus because of his success in his love. Forthwith Daphne and the other maidens conceived a longing to swim iDaphne and the other maidens conceived a longing to swim in the Ladon, and stripped Leucippus in spite of his reluctance. Then, seeing that he was no maid, they killed him with their javelins and daggers.
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), BOOK 1, line 452 (search)
Daphne, the daughter of a River God was first beloved by Phoebus, the great God of glorious light. 'Twas not a cause of chance but out of Cupid's vengeful spite that she was fated to torment the lord of light. For Phoebus, proud of Python's death, beheld that impish god of Love upon a time when he was bending his diminished bo listen to his love. Her grieving father spoke to her, “Alas, my daughter, I have wished a son in law, and now you owe a grandchild to the joy of my old age.” But Daphne only hung her head to hide her shame. The nuptial torch seemed criminal to her. She even clung, caressing, with her arms around his neck, and pled, “My dearest fad whatever was not seen more beautiful must be. Swift as the wind from his pursuing feet the virgin fled, and neither stopped nor heeded as he called; “O Nymph! O Daphne! I entreat thee stay, it is no enemy that follows thee— why, so the lamb leaps from the raging wolf, and from the lion runs the timid faun, and from the eagle
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), BOOK 1, line 567 (search)
e of Tempe—through this valley flows the River Peneus, white with foaming waves, that issue from the foot of Pindus, whence with sudden fall up gather steamy clouds that sprinkle mist upon the circling trees, and far away with mighty roar resound. It is the abode, the solitary home, that mighty River loves, where deep in gloom of rocky cavern, he resides and rules the flowing waters and the water nymphs abiding there. All rivers of that land now hasten thither, doubtful to console or flatter Daphne's parent: poplar crowned Sperchios, swift Enipeus and the wild Amphrysos, old Apidanus and Aeas, with all their kindred streams that wandering maze and wearied seek the ocean. Inachus alone is absent, hidden in his cave obscure, deepening his waters with his tears— most wretchedly bewailing, for he deems his daughter Io lost. If she may live or roam a spirit in the nether shades he dares not even guess but dreads for Jove not long before had seen her while returning from her father's stream,
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 1, line 452 (search)
Demurely casting downe hir eyes, and blushing somwhat red, Did folde about hir fathers necke with fauning armes: and sed: Deare father, graunt me while I live my maidenhead for to have, As to Diana here tofore hir father freely gave. Thy father (Daphne) could consent to that thou doest require, But that thy beautie and thy forme impugne thy chaste desire: So that thy will and his consent are nothing in this case, By reason of the beautie bright that shineth in thy face. Apollo loves and longs to have this Daphne to his Feere, And as he longs he hopes, but his foredoomes doe fayle him there. And as light hame when corne is reapt, or hedges burne with brandes, That passers by when day drawes neere throwe loosely fro their handes, So into flames the God is gone and burneth in his brest And feedes his vaine and barraine love in hoping for the best. Hir haire unkembd about hir necke downe flaring did he see, O Lord and were they trimd (quoth he) how seemely would she bee? He sees hi