She neigh'd outright, and all the ileed exprefl.
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, Book II. 137
Her Hooping body on her hands is borne.
Her liands are turn'd to hoofs, and ihod in horn;
Her yellow trefies ruffle in a mane.
And in her flowing tail ftie frifks her train.
The mare was finifli'd in her voice and look.
And a new name from the new figure took.
THE TRANSFORMATION OF BATTUS TO
SORE wept the centaur, and to Phcebus pray'd;
But how could Phcebus give the centaur aid?
Degraded of his power by angry Jove,
In Elis then a herd of beeves he drove;
And wielded in his hand a ftafl^ of oak.
And o'er his ftioulders threw the fliepherd's cloak;
On feven compa(5led reeds he us'd to play.
And on his rural pipe to wafte the day.
As once, attentive to his pipe, he play'd, ^
The crafty Hermes from the god convey 'd >
A drove that feparate from their fellows fl:ray*d. j
The theft an old infidious peafant view'd
(They call'd him Battus in the neighbourhood) ;
Hir'd by a wealthy Pylian prince to feed
His favourite mares, and watch the generous breed.
The thievilli god fufpedled him, and took
The hind afide, and thus in whifpers fpoke :
** Difcover not the theft, whoe'er thou be,
" And take that milk-white heifer for ihy fee.
*' Go, ftranger," cries the clown, " fecurely on,
'' That ftone fliall fooner tell;" and fliow'd a (lone.
138 A D D 1 S O N's P O E M S.
The god withdrew, but ftraight return 'd again.
In fpeech and habit like a country fwain ;
And cried out, " Neighbour, haft thou feen a ftray
*' Of bullocks and of heifers pafs this way ?
'* In the recovery of my cattle join,
" A bullock and a heifer Ihall be thine."
The peafant quick replies, " You'll find them there
*' In yon dark vale :" and in the vale they were.
The double bribe had his falfe heart beguil'd:
The god, fuccefsful in the trial, fmil'd;
" And doft thou thus betray myfelf to me?
*' Me to myfelf doft thou betray?" fays he;
Then to a Touch -Jl one turns the faithlefs fpy.
And in his name records his infamy.
THE STORY OF AGLAUROS, TRANS-
FORMED INTO A STATUE.
THIS done, the god flew up on high, and pafs'd
O'er lofty Athens, by Minerva grac'd.
And wide Munichia, whilft his eyes furvey
All the vaft region that beneath him lay.
'Tvvas now the feaft, when each Athenian maid
Her yearly homage to Minerva paid;
In canifters, with garlands cover'd o'er.
High on their heads their myftic gifts they bore;
And now, returning in a folemn train.
The troop of ftiining virgins fill'd the plain.
The god well-pleas'd beheld the pompous ihow.
And faw the bright procefTion pafs below;
Then veer'd about, and took a wheeling flight,
Â«\nd hover'd o'er them; as the fpreading kite.
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, Book II. lyj
That fmells the flaughterM vi6lim from on high, ^
Flies at a diftance, if the priefts are nigh, >
And fails around, and keeps it in her eye : j
So kept the god the virgin choir in view.
And in flow winding circles round them flew.
As Lucifer excels the meaneft ftar.
Or, as the full-orb'd Phcebc Lucifer;
So much did Herse all the reft outvy.
And gave a grace to the folemnity.
Hermes was fir'd, as in the clouds he hung ;
So the cold bullet, that with fury flung
From Balearic engines mounts on high.
Glows in the whirl, and burns along the Iky.
At length he pitch'd upon the ground, and fliow'd
The form divine, the features of a god.
He knew their virtue o'er a female heart.
And yet he fl:rives to better them by art.
He hangs his mantle loofe, and fets to fliow
The golden edging on the feam below ;
Adjufts his flowing curls, and in his hand
Waves with an air the fleep-procuring wand :
The glittering fandals to his feet applies.
And to each heel the well-trim'd pinion ties.
His ornaments with niceft art difplay*d.
He fecks th* apartment of the royal maid.
The roof was all with polifh'd ivory lin'd.
That, richly mix'd, in clouds of tortoife fliinM.
Three rooms contiguous in a range were plac'd;
The midmoft by the beauteous Herse grac'd ;
Her virgin fifters lodg'd on either fide.
Aglauros firft th' approaching god defcry'd.
140 A D D I S O N's P O E M S.
And, as he crofs'd her chamber, afk'd his name.
And what his bufmefs was, and whence he came.
" I come," reply 'd the god, " from heaven to woo
" Your fifter, and to make an aunt of you;
" I am the fon and meffenger of Jove,
" My name is Mercury, my bufmefs love;
" Do you, kind damfel, take a lover's part,
" And gain admittance to your filler's heart."
She Ilar'd him in the face with looks amaz'd.
As when fhe on Minerva's fecret gaz'd.
And afks a mighty treafure for her hire.
And, till he brings it, makes the god retire.
Minerva griev'd to fee the nymph fucceed ;
And now remembring the late impious deed.
When, difobedient to her ftrid command.
She touch'd the cheft with an unhallow'd hand;
In big-fwoln fighs her inward rage exprefs'd.
That heav'd the rifmg ^gis on her breaft;
Then fought out Envy in her dark abode,
Defil'd with ropy gore and clots of blood :
Shut from the winds, and from the wholefome fkies.
In a deep vale the gloomy dungeon lies,
Difmal and cold, where not a beam of light
Invades the winter, or difturbs the night.
Diredlly to the cave her courfe fhe fteer'd ; ^
Againft the gates her martial lance Ihe rear'd ; >
The gates flew open, and the fiend appear'd. J
A poifonous morfel in her teeth flie chew'd.
And gorg'd the flefh of vipers for her food.
Minerva, loathing, turn'd away her eye;
The hideous monllcr, rifmg heavily.
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, Book II. 141
Came flalking forward with a fullen pace.
And left her mangled ofFals on the place.
Soon as fhe faw the goddefs gay and bright.
She fetch 'd a groan at fuch a chearful fight.
Livid and meagre were her looks, her eye
In foul dillorted glances turn'd awry ;
A hoard of gall her inward parts polTefs'd,
And fpread a greennefs o'er her canker'd breaft ;
Her teeth were brown with mil ; and from her tongue.
In dangling drops, the ftringy poifon hung.
She never fmiles but when the wretched weep.
Nor lulls her malice with a moment's fleep.
Reftlefs in fpite : while, watchful to dellroy.
She pines and fickens at another's joy ;
Foe to herfelf, diftreffing and dillrefl.
She bears her own tormentor in her breaft.
The goddefs gave (for fhe abhorr'd her fight)
A fhort command: " To Athens fpeed thy flight ;
" On curfl Aglauros try thy utmofl art,
*' And fix thy rankeft venoms in her heart."
This faid, her fpear fhe pufh'd againft the ground.
And, mounting from it with an adive bound.
Flew off to heaven : The hag with eyes afkew
Look'd up, and mutter 'd curfes as flie flew;
For fore fhe fretted, and began to grieve
At the fuccefs which fhe herfelf mull give.
Then takes her flaif, hung round with wreaths of thorn.
And fails along, in a black whirlwind borne.
O'er fields and flowery meadows : where fhe fleers
Her baneful courfe a mighty blaft appears.
142 A D D I S O N's P O E M S.
Mildews and blights ; the meadows are defaced.
The fields, the flowers, and the whole year, laid wafte :
On mortals next, and peopled towns Ihe falls.
And breathes a burning plague among their walls.
When Athens Ihe beheld, for arts renown'd.
With peace made happy, and with plenty crown'd.
Scarce could the hideous fiend from tears forbear.
To find out nothing that deferv'd a tear.
Th' apartment now fhe enter'd, where at refl
Aglauros lay, with gentle lleep oppreft.
To execute Minerva's dire command.
She ftrok'd the virgin with her canker'd hand.
Then prickly thorns into her breaft convey 'd.
That flung to madnefs the devoted maid :
Her fubtle venom flill improves the fmart.
Frets in the blood, and fellers in the heart.
To make the work more fure, a fcene fhe drew.
And plac'd before the dreaming virgin's view
Her filler's marriage, and her glorious fate;
Th' imaginary bride appears in flate;
The bridegroom with unwonted beauty glows ;
For Envy magnifies whate'er fhe fhows.
Full of the dream, Aglauros pin'd away
In tears all night, in darknefs all the day ;
Confum'd like ice, that jufl begins to run.
When feebly fmitten by the diflant fun;
Or like unwholefome weeds, that fet on fire
Are flowly wafted, and in fmoke expire.
Given up to envy (for in every thought
The thorns, the venom, and the vifion wrought)
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, Book II. 143
Oft did fhe call on death, as oft decreed.
Rather than fee her filler's willi fucceed.
To tell her awful father what had paft :
At length before the door herfelf fhe call;
And, fitting on the ground with fullen pride,
A pailage to the love-fick god deny'd.
The god carefs'd, and for admifiion pray'd.
And footh'd in foftell words th' envenom'd maid.
In vain he footh'd; ** Begone!" the maid replies,
** Or here 1 keep my feat, and never rife."
*' Then keep thy feat for ever," cries the god.
And touch'd the door, wide opening to his rod.
Fain would fhe rife, and flop him, but fhe found
Her trunk too heavy to forfake the ground;
Her joints are all benumb'd, her hands are pale*
And marble now appears in every nail.
As when a cancer in the body feeds.
And gradual death from limb to limb proceeds;
So does the chilnefs to each vital part
Spread by degrees, and creeps into her heart;
Till, hardening every where, and fpeechlefs grown.
She fits unmov'd, and freezes to a Hone.
But flill her envious hue and fullen mien
Are in the fedentary figure feen.
WHEN now the god his fury had allay'd.
And taken vengeance of the flubborn maid.
From wliere the bright Athenian turrets rife
He mounts aloft, and re-afcends the fkies*
144- A D D r S O N's P O E M S.
Jove faw him enter the fublime abodes.
And, as he mix'd among the croud of Gods,
Beckon'd him out, and drew him from the reft.
And in foft whifpers thus his will expreft :
*' My trufty Hermes, by whofe ready aid
-^'^ Thy Sire's commands are through the world convey 'dj,
g(,, Refume thy wings, exert their utmoft force,
rjp^ And to the walls of Sidon fpeed thy courfe ;
rr" There find a herd of heifers wandering o'er
** The neighbouring hill, and drive them to the fhore.'*
Thus fpoke the God, concealing his intent.
The trufty Hermes on his meifage went,^
And found the herd of heifers wandering o'er
A neighbouring hill, and drove them to the fhore;
Where the King's daughter with a lovely train
Of fellow-nymphs, was fporting on the plain.
The dignity of empire laid afide
(For love but ill agrees with kingly pride) ;
The ruler of the Ikies, the thundering God,
Who Ihakes the world's foundations with a nod.
Among a herd of lowing heifers ran,
Frifk'd in a.,bull, and bellow'd o'er the plain.
Large rolls of fat about his fhoulders clung.
And from his neck the double dewlap hung..
His fkin was whiter than the fnow that lies
Unfully'd by the breath of fouthern fkies;
Small Ihining horns on his curl'd forehead fland.
As turn'd and polifh'd by the workman's hand;
His eye-balls roU'd, not formidably bright.
But gaz'd and languiih'd with a gentle light.
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, Book II. 145
His every look was peaceful, and expreft
The foftnefs of the lover in the beaft.
Agenor's royal daughter, as (he play'd
Among the fields, the milk-white bull furvey'd.
And view'd his fpotlefs body with delight.
And at a diftance kept him in her fight.
At length Hie pluck'd the rifmg flowers, and fed
The gentle beaft, and fondly llrok'd his head.
He flood well-pleas'd to touch the charming fair.
But hardiv could confine his pleafure there.
And now he wantons o'er the neighbouring ilrand.
Now rolls his body on the yellow fand ;
And now, perceiving all her fears decay'd.
Comes toiling forv^'ard to the royal maid;
Gives her his breaft to ftroke,^ and downward turns
His grifly brow, and gently floops his horns.
In flowery wreaths the royal virgin dreft
His bending horns, and kindly clapt his breaft.
Till now grown wanton, and devoid of fear.
Not knowing that flie preft the thunderer.
She plac'd herfelf upon his back, and rode
O'er fields and meadows, feated on the God.
He gently march'd along, and by degrees
Left the dry meadow, and approach'd the feas;
Where now he dips his hooft, and wets his thighs.
Now plunges in, and carries off* the prize.
The frighted nymph looks backward on the ftiore.
And hears the tumbling billows round her roar ;
But ftill Ihc holds him fa ft : one hand is borne
Upon his bick ; the other graCps a horn :
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146 A D D I S O N '3 P O E M S.
Her train of ruffling garments flies behind.
Swells in the air, and hovers in the wind.
Through ftorms and tempefts he the virgin bore.
And lands her fafe on the Didean fhore ;
Where now, in his divineft form array 'd.
In his true fhape he captivates the maid :
Who gazes on him, and with wondering eyes
Beholds the new majeflic figure rife.
His glowing features, and celeftial light.
And all the God difcover'd to her figkt.
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THE STORY OF CADMUS.
â€¢fTTHEN now Agenor had his daughter loft.
He fent his fon to fearch on every coaft ;
And fternly bid him to his arms reftore
The darling maid, or fee his face no more.
But live an exile in a foreign clime ;
Thus was the father pious to a crime.
The reftlefs youth fearch'd all the world around ,-
But how can Jove in his amours be found ?
When, tir'd at length with unfuccefsful toil.
To fhun his angry fire and native foil.
He goes a fuppliant to the Delphic dome ;
There afks the God what new-appointed home
Should end his wanderings, and his toils relieve-
The Delphic oracles this anfwer give ;
" Behold among the fields a lonely cow,
'^ Unworn with yokes, unbroken to the pldugh ;
Â«' Mark well the place where firft Ihe lays her down^
** There meafure out thy walls, and build thy town,
'' And from thy guide Bceotia call the land,
** In which the dellin'd walls and town ihall ftand."
No fooner had he left the dark abode.
Big with the promife of the Delphic God,
When in the fields the fatal cow he view'd.
Nor gall'd with yokes, nor worn with fcrvitude
Her gently at a diftance he purfued i
148 A D D I S O N's POEMS.
And, as he walk'd aloof, in filencc pray'd
To the great power vvhofe counfels he cbey'd.
Her way through flowery Panope fhe took.
And now, Cephifds, crofs'd thy filver brook;
When to the heavens her fpacious front ihe rais'd.
And bellow'd thrice, then backward turning gaz'd
On thofe behind, till on the deftin'd place
She ftoop'd, and couch'd amid the rifing grafs.
Cadmus falutes the foil, and gladly hails
The new-found mountains, and the namelefs vales.
And thanks the Gods, and turns about his eye
To fee his new dominions round him lie ;
Then fends his fervants to a neighbouring grove
For living ftreams, a facriiice to Jove.
O'er the wide plain there rofe a fhady wood
Of aged trees ; in its dark bofom flood
A bulhy thicket, pathlefs and unworn,
O'er-run with brambles, and perplex'd with thorn,
Amidft the brake a hollow den v/as found,
Vvlth rocks and ihelving arches vaulted round.
Deep in the dreary den, conceal'd from day.
Sacred to Mars, a mighty dragon lay.
Bloated with poifon to a monftrous fize ;
Fire broke in flaflies when he glanc'd his eyes :
His tovvering creft was glorious to behold.
His Ihoulders and his fides were fcal'd with gold ;
Three tongues he brandifh'd when he charg'd bis foes
His teeth flood jaggy in three dreadful rows.
The Tyrians in the den for water fought.
And with their urns exolor'd the hollow vault ;
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, Book III. 149
From fide to fide their empty urns rebound,
A:id roufe the fleepy fcrpent with the found.
Straight he beftirs him, and is fecn to rife ;
And now with dreadful hiifmgs fills the ficies.
And darts his forky tongue, and rolls his glaring eyes
The Tyrians drop their veffels in the fright.
All pale and trembling at the hideous fight.
Spire above fpire uprear'd in air he ftood,
And, gazing round iiim, overlook'd the wood :
Then floating on the ground, in circles roU'd ;
Then leap'd upon them in a mighty fold.
Of fuch a bulk, and fuch a monftrous fize.
The ferpent in the polar circle lies.
That llrctches over half the northern fkles.
In vain the Tyrians on tlieir arms rely.
In vain attempt to fight, in vain to fly :
All their endeavours and their hopes are vain ;
Some die entangled in the winding train ;
Some are devour'd ; or feel a loathfome death,
Svvoln up with blafts of peftiiential breath.
And now the fcorching fun was mounted high.
In all its luftre, to the noon-day fliy ;
When, anxious for his friends, and fiU'd with cares.
To fearch the v/oods th' impatient cliicf prepares.
A lion's hide around his loins he wore.
The well-pois'd javelin to the field he bore
Inur'd to blood ; the far-deftroying dart.
And, the bed weapon, an undaunted heart.
Soon as the youth approach 'd the fatal place,
He f.iw his fcrvants breathlefs on the gr.ifs ;
150 A D D I S O N's POEMS.
The fcaly foe amid their corpfe he view'd.
Balking at eafe, and feafting in their blood.
** Such friends," he cries, " deferv'd a longer date :
" But Cadmus will revenge, or fhare their fate.'*
Then heav'd a ftone, and, rifmg to the throw.
He fent it in a whirlwind at the foe :
A tower, affaulted by fo rude a ftroke.
With all its lofty battlements had ihook ;
But nothing here th' unwieldy rock avails.
Rebounding harmlefs from the plaited fcales.
That, firmly join'd, preferv'd him from a wound.
With native armour crufted all around.
With more fuccefs the dart unerring flew.
Which at his back the raging warrior threw ;
Amid the plaited fcales it took its courfe.
And in the fpinal marrow fpent its force.
The monller hifs'd aloud, and rag'd in vain.
And writh'd his body to and fro with pain ;
And bit the fpear, and wrench 'd the wood away :
The point ftill buried in the marrow lay.
And now his rage, increaling with his pain.
Reddens his eyes, and beats in every vein ;
Churn'd in his teeth the foamy venom rofe,
Whilft from his mouth a blaft of vapours flows.
Such as th' infernal Stygian waters cafl: :
The plants around him wither in the blafl:.
Now in a maze of rings he lies enroU'd,
Nov/ all unravel'd, and without a fold;
Now, like a torrent, with a mighty force
Bears down the foreft in his boifterous courfe.
OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, Book HI. 151
Cadmus gave back, and on the lion's fpoil
Sullain'd the fhock, then forc'd him to recoil;
The pointed javelin warded off his rage :
Mad with his pains, and furious to engage.
The ferpent champs the fleel, and bites the fpear.
Till blood and venom all the point befmear.
But Hill the hurt he yet receiv'd was flight ;
For, whilft the champion with redoubled might
Strikes home the javelin, his retiring foe
Shrinks from the wound, and difappoints the blow-
The dauntlefs hero ftill purfues his ftroke.
And prefTes forward, till a knotty oak
Retards his foe, and ftops him in the rear;
Full in his throat he plung'd the fatal fpear.
That in th' extended neck a paflage found.
And pierc'd the folid timber through the wound.
Fix'd to the reeling trunk, with many a ftroke
Of his huge tail, he lafti'd the fturdy oak ;
Till, fpent with toil, and labouring hard for breath.
He now lay twifting in the pangs of death,
Cadmus beheld him wallow in a flood
Of fwimming poifon, intermix'd with blood ;
When fuddenly a fpeech was heard from high,
(The fpeech was heard, nor was the fpeakcr nigh)
â– " Why doft thou tlius with fecrct plealure fee,
â– " Infulting man ! what thou thyfelf (halt be ?'*
Aftonilh'd at the voice, he ftood amaz'd.
And all around with inward horror gaz'd :
When Pallas fwift defcending from the fkics,.
Pallas, the guardian of the bold and wife,
ISZ A D D I S O N's P O E M S.
Bids him plow up the field, and fcatter round
The dragon's teeth o'er all the furrow'd ground ;
Then tells the youth how to his wondering eyes
Embattled armies from the field fhould rife.
He fows the teeth at Pallas 's command.
And flings the future people from his hand.
The clods grow warm, and crumble where he fows i
And now the pointed fpears advance in rows ;
Now nodding plumes appear, and fhining crefts.
Now the broad (houlders and the rifmg breafts :
O'er all the field the breathing harveft fwarms,
A growing hoft, a crop of men and arms.
So through the parting ftage a figure rears
Its body up, and limb by limb appears
By juft degrees ; till all the man arife.
And in his full proportion ilrikes the eyes.
Cadmus, fqrpriz'd, and llartled at the fight
Of his new foes, prepar'd liimfelf for fight :
When one cry'd out, *' Forbear, fond man, forbear
" To mingle in a blind promifcuous war."
This faid, he ftruck his brother to the ground,
Himfelf expiring by another's wound ;
Nor did the third his conquefl: long furvive.
Dying ere fcarce he had begun to live.
The dire example ran through all the field.
Till heaps of brothers were by brothers kill'd ;
The furrovvs fwam in blood ; and only five
Of all the vaft increafe were left alive.
Echion one, at Pallai's command.
Let fall the guiltlefs weapon from his hand |
OVIDc METAMORPHOSES, Book III. 153
And with the reft a peaceful treaty makes.
Whom Cadmus as his friends and partners takes ;
So founds a city on the promis'd earth.
And gives his new Boeotian empire birth.
Here Cadmus reign'd; and now one would have
The royal founder in his exile bleil : [gucfs'd
Long did he live within his new abodes,
Ally'd by marriage to the deathlcfs gods;
And, in a fruitful wife's embraces old,
A long increafe of children's children told :
But no frail man, however great or high.
Can be concluded bled before he die.
A6laeon was the iirll of all his race.
Who griev'd his grandfire in his borrow'd face ;
Condcmn'd by ftern Diana to bemoan
The branching horns, and vifage not his own ;
To Ihun his once-lov'd dogs, to bound away.
And from their huntfman to become their prey.
And yet cor.fidcr why the change was wrought.
You '11 find it his misfortune, not his flmlt ;
.Or if a fault, it was the fault of chance :
For how can guilt proceed from ignorance ?
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INTO A STAG.
IN a fair chace a fliady mountain Hood,
Well llor'd with game, and mark'd with trails of blood.
Here did the huntfmen till the heat of day
Purfue the flag, and load themfelves with prey ;
154 A D D I S O N^s P O E M S.
When thus Aftson calling to the reft :
" My friends," fays he, " our fport is at the befl,
*' The fun is high advanc'd, and downward fheds
*Â« His burning beams direftly on our heads ;
** Then by confent abftain from further fpoils,
" Call off the dogs, and gather up the toils ;
" And ere to-morrow's fun begins his race,
" Take the cool morning to renew the chace."
They all confent, and in a chearful train "%
The jolly huntfmen, loaden with the flain, v
Return in triumph from the fultry plain. 3
Down in a vale with pine and cyprefs clad,
Refrelh'd with gentle winds, and brown with fhade.
The chafte Diana's private haunt, there ftood
Full in the center of the darkfome wood
A fpacious grotto, all around o'er-grown
With hoary mofs, and arch'd with pumice-ftone :
From out its rocky clefts the waters flow.
And trickling fwell into a lake belov/.
Nature had every where fo play'd her part.
That every where fhe feem'd to vie with art.
Here the bright goddefs, toil'd and chaPd with heat.
Was wont to bathe her in the cool retreat.
Here did flie now with all her train refort.
Panting with heat, and breathlefs from the fport ;
Her armour-bearer kid her bow afide.
Some loos'd her fandals, fome her veil unty'd ;
Each bufy nymph her proper part undreft;
While Crocale, more handy than the reft,
Gather'd her flowing hair, and in a noofe
Bound it together, whilft her own hung loofe.
OVID^s METAMORPHOSES, Book III. 155
Five of the more ignoble fort by turns
Fetch up the water, and unlade their urns.
Now all undreft the fliining goddefs flood.
When young A6laeon, wilder'd in the wood.
To the cool grot by his hard fate betray'd.
The fountains fill'd with naked nymphs furvey'd.
The frighted virgins Ihriek'd at the furprize
(The foreft ccho'd with their piercing cries).
Then in a huddle round their goddefs prell :
She, proudly eminent above the reft.
With bluihes glow'd ; fuch blufhes as adorn
The ruddy welkin, or the purple morn :
And though the crowding nymphs her body hide.
Half backward flirunk, and vievv'd him from afide.
Surpriz'd, at firft fhe would have fnatch'd her bow.
But fees the circling waters round her flow ;
Thefe in the hollow of her hand flie took.
And dafli'd them in his face, while thus flie fpoke :
*' Tell, if thou canft, the wondrous fight dlfclos'dj