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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 2, line 193 (search)
herewith to worke his owne decaie. Tushe, these are trifles. Mightie townes did perish that same daie. Whose countries with their folke were burnt: and forests ful of wood Were turnde to ashes with the rocks and mountains where they stood. Then Athe, Cilician, Taure and Tmole and Oeta flamed hie, And Ide erst full of flowing springs was then made utter drie. The learned virgins daily haunt, the sacred Helicon, And Thracian Hemus (not as yet surnamde Oeagrion,) Did smoke both twaine: and Aetna hote of nature aye before, Encreast by force of Phebus flame now raged ten times more. The forkt Parnasus, Eryx, Cynth, and Othrys then did swelt And all the snow of Rhodope did at that present melt. The like outrage Mount Dindymus, and Mime and Micale felt. Cytheron borne to sacred use with Osse, and Pindus hie And Olymp greater than them both did burne excessively. The passing colde that Scithie had defended not the same But that the barren Caucasus was partner of this flame. And so we
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 5, line 341 (search)
reate: would God I could resound Hir worthie laude: she doubtlesse is a Goddesse worthie praise. Bicause the Giant Typhon gave presumptuously assayes To conquer Heaven, the howgie Ile of Trinacris is layd Upon his limmes, by weight whereof perforce he downe is weyde. He strives and strugles for to rise full many a time and oft. But on his right hand toward Rome Pelorus standes aloft: Pachynnus standes upon his left: his legs with Lilybie Are pressed downe: his monstrous head doth under Aetna lie. From whence he lying bolt upright with wrathfull mouth doth spit Out flames of fire. He wrestleth oft and walloweth for to wit And if he can remove the weight of all that mightie land Or tumble downe the townes and hilles that on his bodie stand. By meanes whereof it commes to passe that oft the Earth doth shake: And even the King of Ghostes himselfe for verie feare doth quake, Misdoubting lest the Earth should clive so wide that light of day Might by the same pierce downe to Hell an
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 5, line 409 (search)
rest, side: and finally in stead Of lively bloud, within hir veynes corrupted there was spred Thinne water: so that nothing now remained whereupon Ye might take holde, to water all consumed was anon. The carefull mother in the while did seeke hir daughter deare Through all the world both Sea and Land, and yet was nere the neare. The Morning with hir deawy haire hir slugging never found, Nor yet the Evening star that brings the night upon the ground. Two seasoned Pynetrees at the mount of Aetna did she light And bare them restlesse in hir handes through all the dankish night. Againe as soone as chierfull day did dim the starres, she sought Hir daughter still from East to West. And being overwrought She caught a thirst: no liquor yet had come within hir throte. By chaunce she spied nere at hand a pelting thatched Cote Wyth peevish doores: she knockt thereat, and out there commes a trot. The Goddesse asked hir some drinke and she denide it not: But out she brought hi
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 8, line 260 (search)
And now forwearied Daedalus alighted in the land Within the which the burning hilles of firie Aetna stand. To save whose life King Cocalus did weapon take in hand, For which men thought him merciful. And now with high renowne Had Theseus ceast the wofull pay of tribute in the towne Of Athens. Temples decked were with garlands every where, And supplications made to Jove and warlicke Pallas were, And all the other Gods, to whome more honor for to show, Gifts, blud of beasts, and frankincense the people did bestow As in performance of their vowes. The right redoubted name Of Theseus through the lande of Greece was spred by flying fame. And now the folke that in the land of rich Achaia dwelt, Praid him of succor in the harmes and perils that they felt. Although the land of Calydon had then Meleager: Yet was it faine in humble wise to Theseus to prefer A supplication for the aide of him. The cause wherfore They made such humble suit to him was this. There was a Bore The whic
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 13, line 750 (search)
hall paunch him quicke. Those limbes of his I will in peeces teare, and strew them in the feeldes, and in Thy waters, if he doo thee haunt. For I doo swelt within. And being chaafte the flame dooth burne more feerce to my unrest. Mee thinks mount Aetna with his force is closed in my brest. And yit it nothing moveth thee. As soone as he had talkt Thus much in vayne, (I sawe well all) he rose: and fuming stalkt Among his woodes and woonted Lawndes, as dooth a Bulchin, when The Cow is from him tfore wee wist or feared it: and crying out gan say: I see yee. And confounded myght I bee with endlesse shame, But if I make this day the last agreement of your game. Theis woordes were spoke with such a reere as verry well became An angry Giant. Aetna shooke with lowdnesse of the same. I scaard therwith dopt underneathe the water, and the knyght Simethus turning streyght his backe, did give himself to flyght, And cryed: Help mee Galate, help parents I you pray, And in your kingdome mee receyve
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 14, line 1 (search)
Now had th'Ewboyan fisherman (whoo lately was becomme A God of sea to dwell in sea for ay,) alreadye swomme Past Aetna which uppon the face of Giant Typho lyes, Toogither with the pasture of the Cyclops which defyes Both Plough and harrowe, and by teemes of Oxen sets no store: And Zancle, and crackt Rhegion which stands a tother shore: And eeke the rough and shipwrecke sea which being hemmed in With two mayne landes on eyther syde, is as a bound betwin The frutefull Realmes of Italy and Sicill. From that place He cutting through the Tyrrhene sea with both his armes apace, Arryved at the grassye hilles and at the Palace hye Of Circe, Phoebus imp, which full of sundry beastes did lye. When Glaucus in her presence came, and had her greeted, and Receyved freendly welcomming and greeting at her hand, He sayd: O Goddesse, pitie mee a God, I thee desyre. Thou only (if at least thou think mee woorthy so great hyre) Canst ease this love of myne. No wyght dooth better know than I
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 14, line 154 (search)
wrayd. For even the noyse that you did make did put Ulysses shippe In daunger. I did see him from a cragged mountaine strippe A myghty rocke, and into sea it throwe midway and more. Ageine I sawe his giants pawe throwe huge big stones great store As if it were a sling. And sore I feared lest your shippe Should drowned by the water bee that from the stones did skippe, Or by the stones themselves, as if my self had beene therin. But when that flyght had saved you from death, he did begin On Aetna syghing up and downe to walke: and with his pawes Went groping of the trees among the woodes. And forbycause He could not see, he knockt his shinnes ageinst the rocks eche where. And stretching out his grisly armes (which all beegrymed were With baken blood) to seaward, he the Greekish nation band, And sayd: O if that sum good chaunce myght bring unto my hand Ulysses or sum mate of his, on whom to wreake myne ire, Uppon whose bowells with my teeth I like a Hawke myght tyre: Whose living me