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Apollodorus, Library and Epitome (ed. Sir James George Frazer) | 14 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Herodotus, The Histories (ed. A. D. Godley) | 14 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Aeschylus, Prometheus Bound (ed. Herbert Weir Smyth, Ph. D.) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Richard Hakluyt, The Principal Navigations, Voyages, Traffiques, and Discoveries of the English Nation | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Sextus Propertius, Elegies (ed. Vincent Katz) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Polybius, Histories | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Q. Horatius Flaccus (Horace), Odes (ed. John Conington) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
P. Vergilius Maro, Georgics (ed. J. B. Greenough) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Browsing named entities in P. Vergilius Maro, Aeneid (ed. Theodore C. Williams). You can also browse the collection for Caucasus or search for Caucasus in all documents.
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She with averted eyes and glance that rolled
speechless this way and that, had listened long
to his reply, till thus her rage broke forth:
“No goddess gave thee birth. No Dardanus
begot thy sires. But on its breast of stone
Caucasus bore thee, and the tigresses
of fell Hyrcania to thy baby lip
their udders gave. Why should I longer show
a lying smile? What worse can I endure?
Did my tears draw one sigh? Did he once drop
his stony stare? or did he yield a tear
to my lament, or pity this fond heart?
Why set my wrongs in order? Juno, now,
and Jove, the son of Saturn, heed no more
where justice lies. No trusting heart is safe
in all this world. That waif and castaway
I found in beggary and gave him share—
fool that I was!—in my own royal glory.
His Iost fleet and his sorry crews I steered
from death away. O, how my fevered soul
unceasing raves! Forsooth Apollo speaks!
His Lycian oracles! and sent by Jove
the messenger of Heaven on fleeting air
the ruthless bidding brings! Proud business
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