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P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 6, line 313 (search)
ravell In Sommer when the scorching Sunne is wont to burne the gravell Of Lycie countrie where the fell Chymera hath his place, The Goddesse wearie with the long continuance of hir race, Waxt thirstie by the meanes of drought with going in the Sunne. Hir babes had also suckt hir brestes as long as milke wold runne. By chaunce she spide this little Pond of water here bylow. And countrie Carles were gathering there these Osier twigs that grow So thicke upon a shrubbie stalke: and of these rushming hither kneeled downe the water up to take To coole hir thirst. The churlish cloynes forfended hir the Lake. Then gently said the Goddesse: Sirs, why doe you me forfend The water? Nature doth to all in common water send. For neither Sunne, nor Ayre, nor yet the Water private bee, I seeke but that which natures gift hath made to all things free. And yet I humbly crave of you to graunt it unto mee. I did not go about to wash my werie limmes and skin, I would but only quench my thirs
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 6, line 412 (search)
ccesse and lucke. And all the night time while that they were lying in their beds, She sate upon the bedsteds top right over both their heds. Such handsell Progne had the day that Tereus did hir wed. Such handsell had they when that she was brought of childe abed. All Thracia did rejoyce at them, and thankt their Gods, and willd That both the day of Prognes match with Tereus should be hild For feastfull, and the day likewise that Itys first was borne: So little know we what behoves. The Sunne had now outworne Five Harvests, and by course five times had run his yearly race, When Progne flattring Tereus saide: If any love or grace Betweene us be, send eyther me my sister for to see, Or finde the meanes that hither she may come to visit mee. You may assure your Fathrinlaw she shall againe returne Within a while. Ye doe to me the highest great good turne That can be, if you bring to passe I may my sister see. Immediatly the King commaundes his shippes aflote to bee. And shortly a
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 6, line 504 (search)
o Progne home repaire. And she immediatly Demaunded where hir sister was. He sighing feynedly Did tell hir falsly she was dead: and with his suttle teares He maketh all his tale to seeme of credit in hir eares. Hir garments glittring all with golde she from hir shoulders teares And puts on blacke, and setteth up an emptie Herce, and keepes A solemne obite for hir soule, and piteously she weepes And waileth for hir sisters fate who was not in such wise As that was, for to be bewailde. The Sunne had in the Skies Past through the twelve celestiall signes, and finisht full a yeare. But what should Philomela doe? She watched was so neare That start she could not for hir life. The walles of that same graunge Were made so high of maine hard stone, that out she could not raunge. Againe hir tunglesse mouth did want the utterance of the fact. Great is the wit of pensivenesse, and when the head is rakt With hard misfortune, sharpe forecast of practise entereth in. A warpe of w
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 7, line 404 (search)
llde With juice of Flintwoort venemous the which she long ago Had out of Scythie with hir brought. The common bruit is so That of the teeth of Cerberus this Flintwoort first did grow. There is a cave that gapeth wide with darksome entrie low, There goes a way slope downe by which with triple cheyne made new Of strong and sturdie Adamant the valiant Hercle drew The currish Helhounde Cerberus: who dragging arsward still And writhing backe his scowling eyes bicause he had no skill To see the Sunne and open day, for verie moodie wroth Three barkings yelled out at once, and spit his slavering froth Upon the greenish grasse. This froth (as men suppose) tooke roote And thriving in the batling soyle in burgeons forth did shoote, To bane and mischiefe men withall: and forbicause the same Did grow upon the bare hard Flints, folke gave the foresaid name Of Flintwoort thereunto. The King by egging of his Queene Did reach his sonne this bane as if he had his enmie beene. And Thesey of this tr
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 7, line 661 (search)
With this and other such like talke they brought the day to ende. The Even in feasting, and the night in sleeping they did spende. The Sunne next Morrow in the heaven with golden beames did burne, And still the Easterne winde did blow and hold them from returne. Sir Pallas sonnes to Cephal came (for he their elder was) And he and they to Aeacus Court togither forth did passe. The King as yet was fast asleepe. Duke Phocus at the gate Did meete them, and receyved them according to their state. For Telamon and Peleus alreadie forth were gone, To muster Souldiers for the warres. So Phocus all alone Did leade them to an inner roume, where goodly Parlours were, And caused them to sit them downe. As he was also there Now sitting with them, he beheld a Dart in Cephals hand With golden head, the stele whereof he well might understand Was of some straunge and unknowne tree. When certain talke had past A while of other matters there, I am (quoth he) at last A man that hath delight in wood
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 7, line 759 (search)
tie yeares of pleasant youthfull Prime) When I a happie man enjoyde so faire and good a wife, And she with such a loving make did lead a happie life. The care was like of both of us, the mutuall love all one. She would not to have line with Jove my presence have forgone. Ne was there any Wight that could of me have wonne the love, No though Dame Venus had hir selfe descended from above. The glowing brands of love did burne in both our brests alike. Such time as first with crased beames the Sunne is wont to strike The tops of Towres and mountaines high, according to the wont Of youthfull men, in woodie Parkes I went abrode to hunt. But neither horse nor Hounds to make pursuit upon the scent. Nor Servingman, nor knottie toyle before or after went, For I was safe with this same Dart. When wearie waxt mine arme With striking Deere, and that the day did make me somewhat warme, Withdrawing for to coole my selfe I sought among the shades For Aire that from the valleyes colde came breath
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 8, line 183 (search)
ng wavering: and did teach his sonne how he should also flie. I warne thee (quoth he), Icarus, a middle race to keepe. For if thou hold too low a gate, the dankenesse of the deepe Will overlade thy wings with wet. And if thou mount too hie, The Sunne will sindge them. Therfore see betweene them both thou flie. I bid thee not behold the Starre Bootes in the Skie. Nor looke upon the bigger Beare to make thy course thereby, Nor yet on Orions naked sword. But ever have an eie To keepe the race th and the faire Calydna fraught With store of honie: when the Boy a frolicke courage caught To flie at randon. Whereupon forsaking quight his guide, Of fond desire to flie to Heaven, above his boundes he stide. And there the nerenesse of the Sunne which burnd more hote aloft, Did make the Wax (with which his wings were glewed) lithe and soft. As soone as that the Wax was molt, his naked armes he shakes, And wanting wherewithall to wave no helpe of Aire he takes. But calling on his fath
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 8, line 547 (search)
now From mountaines molten, caused him his banks to overflow. i The best is for you for to rest untill the River fall Within his boundes: and runne ageine within his chanell small. Content (quoth Theseus): Acheloy, I will not sure refuse Thy counsell nor thy house. And so he both of them did use. Of Pommy hollowed diversly and ragged Pebble stone The walles were made. The floore with Mosse was soft to tread upon. The roofe thereof was checkerwise with shelles of Purple wrought And Perle. The Sunne then full two parts of day to end had brought, And Theseus downe to table sate with such as late before Had friendly borne him companie at killing of the Bore. At one side sate Ixions sonne, and on the other sate The Prince of Troyzen, Lelex, with a thin hearde horie pate. And then such other as the brooke of Acarnania did Vouchsafe the honor to his boord and table for to bid, Who was right glad of such a guest. Immediatly there came Barefooted Nymphes who brought in meate. And whe
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 9, line 630 (search)
d from trees had shed. The Nymphes of Caria went about in tender armes to take Her often up. They oftentymes perswaded her to slake Her love. And woords of comfort to her deafe eard mynd they spake. Shee still lay dumbe: and with her nayles the greenish herbes shee hild, And moysted with a streame of teares the grasse upon the feeld. The waternymphes (so folk report) put under her a spring, Whych never myght be dryde: and could they give a greater thing? Immediatly even like as when yee wound a pitchtree rynd, The gum dooth issue out in droppes: or as the westerne wynd With gentle blast toogither with the warmth of Sunne, unbynd The yee: or as the clammy kynd of cement which they call Bitumen issueth from the ground full fraughted therewithall: So Phoebus neece, Dame Byblis, then consuming with her teares, Was turned to a fountaine, which in those same vallyes beares The tytle of the founder still, and gusheth freshly out From underneath a Sugarchest as if it were a spowt.
P. Ovidius Naso, Metamorphoses (ed. Arthur Golding), Book 10, line 243 (search)
er freendly helpe did cause three tymes at least The fyre to kindle and to spyre thryse upward in the ayre. As soone as he came home, streyghtway Pygmalion did repayre Unto the Image of his wench, and leaning on the bed, Did kisse hir. In her body streyght a warmenesse seemd to spred. He put his mouth againe to hers, and on her brest did lay His hand. The Ivory wexed soft: and putting quyght away All hardnesse, yeelded underneathe his fingars, as wee see A peece of wax made soft ageinst the Sunne, or drawen to bee In divers shapes by chaufing it betweene ones handes, and so To serve to uses. He amazde stood wavering to and fro Tweene joy, and feare to be beeguyld, ageine he burnt in love, Ageine with feeling he began his wished hope to prove. He felt it verrye flesh in deede. By laying on his thumb, He felt her pulses beating. Then he stood no longer dumb But thanked Venus with his hart, and at the length he layd His mouth to hers who was as then become a perfect mayd. Shee felt t
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