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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 3, line 138 (search)
thers. Groaning he made frightful sounds that not the human voice could utter nor the stag; and filled the hills with dismal moans; and as a suppliant fell down to the ground upon his trembling knees; and turned his stricken eyes on his own dogs, entreating them to spare him from their fangs. But his companions, witless of his plight, urged on the swift pack with their hunting cries. They sought Actaeon and they vainly called, “Actaeon! Hi! Actaeon!” just as though he was away from them. Each time they called he turned his head. And when they chided him, whose indolence denied the joys of sport, how much he wished an indolent desire had haply held him from his ravenous pack. Oh, how much;better 'tis to see the hunt, and the fierce dogs, than feel their savage deeds! They gathered round him, and they fixed their snouts deep in his flesh: tore him to pieces, he whose features only as a stag appeared.— 'Tis said Diana's fury raged with none abatement till the torn flesh ceased to l
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Brookes More), Book 11, line 266 (search)
because she was the daughter of a valiant father, and even the grandchild of the Morning Star? Can glory be a curse? Often it is. “And surely it was so for Chione. It was a prejudice that harmed her days because she vaunted that she did surpass Diana's beauty and decried her charms: the goddess in hot anger answered her, sarcastically, ‘If my face cannot give satisfaction, let me try my deeds.’ “Without delay Diana bent her bow, and from the string an arrow swiftly flew, and pierced the vauDiana bent her bow, and from the string an arrow swiftly flew, and pierced the vaunting tongue of Chione. Her tongue was silenced, and she tried in vain to speak or make a sound, and while she tried her life departed with the flowing blood. “Embracing her, I shared her father's grief. I spoke consoling words to my dear brother, he heard them as a cliff might hear the sea. And he lamented bitterly the loss of his dear daughter, snatched away from him. “Ah! when he saw her burning, he was filled with such an uncontrolled despair, he rushed four times to leap upon the blaz