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Of glorious deeds, to heed thy gentle She might, no more from human union flame.



golden-shafted queen,
Is tamed not by thy smiles; the shadows

Burn for a nursling of mortality.
For once, amid the assembled Deities,
The laughter-loving Venus from her eyes
Shot forth the light of a soft starlight

Of the wild woods, the bow, the...
And piercing cries amid the swift pursuit
Of beasts among waste mountains, such And boasting said, that she, secure the



Is hers, and men who know and do the Could bring at will to the assembled



Nor Saturn's first-born daughter, Vesta The mortal tenants of earth's dark



Whom Neptune and Apollo wooed the And mortal offspring from a deathless



Such was the will of ægis-bearing Jove, She could produce in scorn and spite of
But sternly she refused the ills of Love,
And by her mighty father's head she


An oath not unperformed, that evermore
A virgin she would live 'mid deities
Divine her father, for such gentle ties
Renounced, gave glorious gifts, thus in
his hall


She sits and feeds luxuriously. O'er all
In every fane, her honours first arise
From men-the eldest of Divinities.

These spirits she persuades not, nor
But none beside escape, so well she


Her unseen toils; nor mortal men, nor

Who live secure in their unseen abodes.
She won the soul of him whose fierce

Is thunder-first in glory and in might.
And, as she willed, his mighty mind


Therefore he poured desire into her breast

Of young Anchises,

Feeding his herds among the mossy fountains

Of the wide Ida's many-folded mount-
Whom Venus saw, and loved, and the
love clung

Like wasting fire her senses wild among.






Silenus. O Bacchus, what a world
of toil, both now

With mortal limbs his deathless limbs And ere these limbs were overworn with
Concealed him from his spouse and sister Have I endured for thee! First, when
thou fled'st


Whom to wise Saturn ancient Rhea bare The mountain-nymphs who nurst thee,
but in return,
driven afar
In Venus Jove did soft desire awaken,
That by her own enchantments over-


By the strange madness Juno sent upon thee;

Then in the battle of the sons of Earth,

When I stood foot by foot close to thy With this great iron rake, so to receive side,

My absent master and his evening sheep
In a cave neat and clean. Even now I

No unpropitious fellow-combatant,
And driving through his shield my
winged spear,
Slew vast Enceladus.

Consider now,

Is it a dream of which I speak to thee? Ha!
By Jove it is not, for you have the



My children tending the flocks hitherward.

what is this? are your Sicinnian


Even now the same, as when with dance and song

And now I suffer more than all before.

For when I heard that Juno had de- You brought young Bacchus to Althea's vised


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The man-destroying Cyclopses inhabit,
On this wild shore, their solitary caves,
And one of these, named Polypheme,
has caught us

To be his slaves; and so, for all delight
Of Bacchic sports, sweet dance and

We keep this lawless giant's wandering flocks.


Some impious and abominable meal
To the fell Cyclops. I am wearied of


Chorus of Satyrs


Where has he of race divine

Wandered in the winding rocks?
Here the air is calm and fine

For the father of the flocks;—
Here the grass is soft and sweet,
And the river-eddies meet
In the trough beside the cave,
Bright as in their fountain wave.—
Neither here, nor on the dew

Of the lawny uplands feeding?
Oh, you come !-a stone at you

Will I throw to mend your breed-

And now I must scrape up the littered floor

Get along, you horned thing,
Wild, seditious, rambling!


An Iacchic melody

To the golden Aphrodite
Will I lift, as erst did I

My sons indeed, on far declivities,

Young things themselves, tend on the Bacchus, O beloved, where,

youngling sheep,

Shaking wide thy yellow hair,
Wanderest thou alone, afar?

But I remain to fill the water casks,
Or sweeping the hard floor, or minis-

Seeking her and her delight
With the Mænads, whose white feet
To the music glance and fleet.

To the one-eyed Cyclops, we,
Who by right thy servants are,

Minister in misery,

In these wretched goat-skins clad,
Far from thy delights and thee.
Silenus. Be silent, sons; command
the slaves to drive

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What! do they
eat man's flesh?
Silenus. No one comes here who is
not eaten up.

Ulysses. The Ithacan Ulysses and Is his own flesh.
the king
Of Cephalonia.
Oh! I know the man,
Wordy and shrewd, the son of Sisyphus.
Ulysses. I am the same, but do not
rail upon me.—
Silenus. Whence sailing do you come
to Sicily?
Ulysses. From Ilion, and from the
Trojan toils.

Ulysses. The Cyclops now-where
is he? Not at home?
Silenus. Absent on Etna, hunting
with his dogs.

Ulysses. Know'st thou what thou

must do to aid us hence?

Silenus. I know not: we will help you all we can.

Ulysses. Provide us food, of which we are in want.

Silenus. Here is not anything, as I Joy! joy! said, but meat.


Ulysses. But meat is a sweet remedy

for hunger.

Silenus. Cow's milk there is, and
store of curdled cheese.
Ulysses. Bring out:-I would see all
before I bargain.

Silenus. But how much gold will you engage to give? Ulysses. I bring no gold, but Bacchic juice. Silenus. 'Tis long since these dry lips were wet Yes, let me drink one cup, and I will with wine.

Oh joy!

any master.


Ulysses. Maron, the son of the God, All that the Cyclops feed upon their gave it me. mountains. Silenus. Whom I have nursed a baby in my arms.

Ulysses. The son of Bacchus, for your clearer knowledge.

Silenus. Have you it now?—or is it in the ship?

Ulysses. Here is the cup, together with the skin.



Ulysses. Old man, this skin contains

Silenus. The wanton wretch! she was bewitched to see

it, which you see. Silenus. Why this would hardly be The many-coloured anklets and the

a mouthful for me.


Ulysses. Nay, twice as much as you Of woven gold which girt the neck of

can draw from thence. Silenus. You speak of a fair fountain, sweet to me. Ulysses. Would you first taste of the unmingled wine? Silenus. 'Tis just-tasting invites the purchaser.



Ulysses. Taste, that you may not praise it in words only.

Silenus. Babai! Great Bacchus calls me forth to dance!

sweet smell it has!

smell it.

Did it flow sweetly down your throat? Silenus. So that it tingled to my very nails.

Ulysses. And in addition I will give you gold.

Silenus. Let gold alone! only unlock the cask.

Here are unsparing cheeses of pressed milk;

Silenus. Pour that the draught may Take them; depart with what good speed fillip my remembrance.


Papaiax! what a

You see it then?

Ulysses. Bring out some cheeses now, or a young goat.


That will I do, despising

Chorus. Ye have taken Troy and laid your hands on Helen ? Ulysses. And utterly destroyed the race of Priam.


And so she left that good man Menelaus. There should be no more women in the world

ye may;

First leaving my reward, the Bacchic dew Of joy-inspiring grapes. Ulysses. Ah me! Alas! By Jove, no! but I What shall we do? the Cyclops is at hand!

But such as are reserved for me alone.-
See, here are sheep, and here are goats,

Old man, we perish! whither can we So you may drink a tunful if you will.

Cyclops. Is it ewe's milk or cow's
milk, or both mixed?—
Silenus. Both, either; only pray
don't swallow me.
Cyclops. By no means.

Hide yourselves quick within that hollow rock. Ulysses. "Twere perilous to fly into

the net.

Silenus. The cavern has recesses numberless;

What is this crowd I see beside the stalls?

Outlaws or thieves? for near my cavernhome,

disgraced I see my young lambs coupled two by two If I should fly one man. How many With willow bands; mixed with my


cheeses lie

Have I withstood, with shield immov- Their implements; and this old fellow able, here

Ten thousand Phrygians!-if I needs Has his bald head broken with stripes. must die, Silenus. Ah me! I have been beaten till I burn with fever.

Yet will I die with glory;-if I live, The praise which I have gained will yet remain.

Hide yourselves quick.


That will I never do! The mighty Troy would be indeed

Silenus. What, ho! assistance, comrades, haste, assistance!


Cyclops. What is this tumult? Bac-
chus is not here,

Nor tympanies nor brazen castanets.
How are my young lambs in the cavern?


Look up, not downwards when I speak to you.


Cyclops. By whom? Who laid his
fist upon your head?
Silenus. Those men, because I would
not suffer them

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Silenus. I told them so, but they
bore off your things,

Their dams or playing by their sides? And ate the cheese in spite of all I said,
And is
And carried out the lambs-and said,

The new cheese pressed into the bull-
rush baskets?

They'd pin you down with a three-cubit collar,

Speak! I'll beat some of you till you rain tears

And pull your vitals out through your

one eye,


I am a God, sprung from the race of heaven?

Torture your back with stripes, then binding you,

Silenus. See! I now gape at Jupiter himself, I stare upon Orion and the stars. Cyclops. Well, is the dinner fitly And then deliver you, a slave, to move cooked and laid? Enormous rocks, or found a vestibule. Cyclops. In truth? Nay, haste, and ready too. place in order quickly Cyclops. Are the bowls full of milk The cooking knives, and heap upon the besides?

Silenus. All ready, if your throat is


O'er-brimming; | And kindle it, a great faggot of wood

Throw you as ballast into the ship's hold,

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