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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 8, line 365 (search)
And Naestor to have lost his life was like by fortune ere The siege of Troie, but that he tooke his rist upon his speare: And leaping quickly up upon a tree that stoode hard by, Did safely from the place behold his foe whome he did flie. The Boare then whetting sharpe his tuskes against the Oken wood To mischiefe did prepare himselfe with fierce and cruell mood. And trusting to his weapons which he sharpened had anew, In great Orithyas thigh a wound with hooked groyne he drew. The valiant brothers, those same twinnes of Tyndarus (not yet Celestiall signes), did both of them on goodly coursers sit As white as snow: and ech of them had shaking in his fist A lightsome Dart with head of steele to throw it where he lyst. And for to wound the bristled Bore they surely had not mist But that he still recovered so the coverts of the wood, That neyther horse could follow him, nor Dart doe any good. Still after followed Telamon, whom taking to his feete No heede at al
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 12, line 580 (search)
illes, he did wreake his cruell teene Uppon him more uncourteously than had beseeming beene. For when the warres well neere full twyce fyve yeeres had lasted, hee Unshorne Apollo thus bespake: O nevew, unto mee Most deere of all my brothers impes, who helpedst mee to lay Foundation of the walles of Troy for which we had no pay, And canst thou syghes forbeare to see the Asian Empyre fall? And dooth it not lament thy hart when thou to mynd doost call So many thousand people slayne in keeping Ilion wall? Or (too th'entent particlerly I doo not speake of all) Remembrest thou not Hectors Ghost whoo harryed was about His towne of Troy? where nerethelesse Achilles that same stout And farre in fyght more butcherly, whoo stryves with all his myght To stroy the woorke of mee and thee, lives still in healthfull plyght? If ever hee doo come within my daunger he shall feele What force is in my tryple mace. But sith with swoord of steele I may not meete him as my fo, I pray thee un
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 13, line 98 (search)
ike profits sake. I must confesse (whereat his grace shall no displeasure take) Before a parciall judge I undertooke a ryght hard cace. Howbeeit for his brothers sake, and for the royall mace Committed, and his peoples weale, at length he was content To purchace prayse wyth blood. Then was I to the moother sent, Who not perswaded was to bee, but compast with sum guyle. Had Ajax on this errand gone, our shippes had all this whyle Lyne still there yit for want of wynd. Moreover I was sent To Ilion as ambassadour. I boldly thither went, And entred and behilld the Court, wherin there was as then Great store of princes, Dukes, Lords, knyghts, and other valeant men. And yit I boldly nerethelesse my message did at large The which the whole estate of Greece had given mee erst in charge. I made complaint of Paris, and accusde him to his head. Demaunding restitution of Queene Helen that same sted And of the bootye with her tane. Both Priamus the king And eeke Antenor his aly
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 13, line 399 (search)
s sayles to wynd. Which when he with the lord of them among the Greekes had brought, And of the cruell warre at length the utmost feate had wrought, At once both Troy and Priam fell. And Priams wretched wife Lost (after all) her womans shape, and barked all her lyfe In forreine countrye. In the place that bringeth to a streight The long spred sea of Hellespont, did Ilion burne in height. The kindled fyre with blazing flame continewed unalayd, And Priam with his aged blood Joves Altar had berayd. And Phebus preestesse casting up her handes to heaven on hye, Was dragd and haled by the heare. The Grayes most spyghtfully (As eche of them had prisoners ta her boosom bare Away a crum of Hectors dust, and left on Hectors grave Her hory heares and teares, which for poore offrings shee him gave. Ageinst the place where Ilion was, there is another land Manured by the Biston men. In this same Realme did stand King Polemnestors palace riche, to whom king Priam sent His little infant Pol
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 13, line 494 (search)
O daughter myne, the last for whom thy moother may lament, (For what remaynes?) O daughter, thou art dead and gone. I see Thy wound which at the verry hart strikes mee as well as thee. And lest that any one of myne unwounded should depart, Thou also gotten hast a wound. Howbee't bycause thou wart A woman, I beleeved thee from weapon to bee free. But notwithstanding that thou art a woman, I doo see Thee slayne by swoord. Even he that kild thy brothers killeth thee, Achilles, the decay of Troy and maker bare of mee. What tyme that he of Paris shaft by Phebus meanes was slayne, I sayd of feerce Achilles now no feare dooth more remayne. But then, even then he most of all was feared for to bee. The asshes of him rageth still ageinst our race I see. Wee feele an emny of him dead and buryed in his grave. To feede Achilles furie, I a frutefull issue gave. Great Troy lyes under foote, and with a ryght great greevous fall The mischeeves of the common weale are fully ended al
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 13, line 576 (search)
Although the Morning of the selfsame warres had favorer beene: Shee had no leysure to lament the fortune of the Queene, Nor on the slaughters and the fall of Ilion for to think. A household care more neerer home did in her stomacke sink, For Memnon her beloved sonne, whom dying shee behild Uppon the feerce Achilles speare amid the Phrygian feeld. She saw it, and her ruddy hew with which shee woonted was To dye the breaking of the day, did into palenesse passe: And all the skye was hid with clowdes. But when his corce was gone To burningward, shee could not fynd in hart to looke theron: But with her heare about her eares shee kneeled downe before The myghtye Jove, and thus gan speake unto him weeping sore: Of al that have theyr dwelling place uppon the golden skye The lowest (for through all the world the feawest shrynes have I) But yit a Goddesse, I doo come, not that thou shouldst decree That Altars, shrynes, and holydayes bee made to honour mee. Yit if thou marke how much t
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 15, line 335 (search)
ne (by report) By towching of the open aire congealeth in such sort, As that it dooth becomme a stone. So Corall (which as long As water hydes it is a shrub and soft) becommeth strong And hard assoone as it dooth towch the ayre. The day would end, And Phebus panting steedes should in the Ocean deepe descend, Before all alterations I in woordes could comprehend. So see wee all things chaungeable. One nation gathereth strength: Another wexeth weake: and bothe doo make exchaunge at length. So Troy which once was great and strong as well in welth as men, And able tenne yeeres space to spare such store of blood as then, Now beeing bace hath nothing left of all her welth to showe, Save ruines of the auncient woorkes which grasse dooth overgrowe, And tumbes wherin theyr auncetours lye buryed on a rowe. Once Sparta was a famous towne: Great Mycene florisht trim: Bothe Athens and Amphions towres in honor once did swim. A pelting plot is Sparta now: great Mycene lyes on ground. Of Theab t