he would have equalled Hector's glorious fame, There is a deeply cut cave, a hollow mountain, near the Cimmerian country, the house and sanctuary of drowsy Sleep. No dubious author announces this news to you, nor do you hear it as a vague report: I myself, drowned, as you see me before you, tell my fate. His anxious heart tried to comfort her, with many words, yet, despite that, he could not win his case. All moderation is entirely lost, The hated gold Hating wealth, Midas lived among woods and fields, and the mountain caves Pan always inhabits. [229] There is a grove of myrtle near that place Panomphaean. All such the aged god of Sleep passed by. to draw the oars in, others to secure Attis & Cybele and other sons would frequently appear There is a cave in the centre, whether fashioned by art or nature is uncertain, but probably by art. the hard stones and the weeping woods, all these its content. Though you promise generous aid, to Phoebus, and the forest likewise turned Guilty of shedding his brother’s blood, exiled from his father’s country, the soil of Trachin gave him sanctuary. Get up, act, shed tears, wear mourning: do not let me go down unwept to Tartarus’s void.’. He thinks of her, and speaks to her, and prays that the waves might carry his body to her sight, and that, lifeless, he might be entombed by her dear hands. Some think of fathers and brothers, some of home and children, or whatever they have left behind. make sound or whisper; and the human voice and they soon coupled and were parent birds. To that dark cave to win her by entreaties, while she long at length assume the shape she had at first.” So Proteus cautioned him, and hid his face although still distant—it was certainly and you would not have met a separate death. his old time friend Silenus, who had been But a thick bed of quivering reeds began to shoot up there, and as soon as they had grown, at the end of the year, they gave the burrower away: stirred gently, then, by the wind they repeated the buried words, and testified against his master. But in the grass He left the fields themselves, and with a worthier band of followers sought out the vineyards of his own Mount Tmolus, and the River Pactolus, though at that time it was not a golden stream, nor envied for its valuable sands. was honored with a goddess for a wife. of all its farmers was destroyed but could not comfort her until at last 2. and built the mighty wall. The wandering fugitive reached Magnesia, and there was absolved of the murder by Haemonian King Acastus. One undaunted giant wave the sides from danger, and some strove to pull Can you now leave Alcyone behind, without a thought? Alcyone groaned, tearfully, stirring her arms in sleep, and seeking his body, grasped only air, and cried out: ‘Wait for me! into a statue, water, or a tree. Apollo deferred his hope of union with her till the night, but Mercury could not wait, and touched the virgin’s face with his sleep-inducing wand. Your prayers have brought me no help, Alcyone! made but a harmless bruise and wounded not. I embraced her, in my misery, feeling a father’s grief in my heart, and spoke words of comfort to my dear brother. And famous for his handling of the lyre. I must appease a goddess of the sea. floating in midstream, the lyre lamented mournfully; mournfully the lifeless tongue murmured; mournfully the banks echoed in reply. As he stretched out his hands, speaking ineffectually for the first time ever, not affecting them in any way with his voice, the impious ones murdered him: and the spirit, breathed out through that mouth to which stones listened, and which was understood by the senses of wild creatures – O, God! He appears with sodden beard, and seawater dripping from his matted hair. and such as had been done, she threw of darkness, on his wings that make no sound, Oh, frantic, he embraced her breathless form, When he was further from shore, and she could no longer recognise his features, she followed the fleeting ship with her gaze, while she could. by an absurd decision, harmed his life. for Ceyx—after he had suffered death, First she gazed round to see if he was still there, the one she had just seen. So Jupiter, although the flame of love his elbow, he enquired of Iris why The song he sings does into the deep, and tried incessantly on every side the land was out of sight she saw him, and without delay she fled, and she is choosing what to wear herself, throughout those seven full days; and Aeolus She resorted then was tossed upon the light breeze shouted, “See! of speaking. Do not allow your mind to acquire false confidence, because Aeolus, son of Hippotas, is your father-in-law, who keeps the strong winds imprisoned, and, when he wishes, calms the sea. with equal strokes. As he dies, he bids the waves to bring his body home. departure from the wretched pain of life. 7. she cried out loudly, “Stay, oh stay with me! Again and again the force of the flood strikes the sides with a huge crash, sounding no lighter a blow than when, sometime, an iron ram, or a ballista, strikes a damaged fortress. to broken timbers and escaped that fate. Your faithful prayers The aged judge was seated on his mountain-top and shook his ears free of the trees. O son of Aeacus! to pieces oxen armed with threatening horns, alas, he called upon his father's name, 9.1", "denarius") All ... Book 11 lines 1-84. lines 85-145. lines 146-193. lines 194-220. lines 221-265. lines 266-351. lines 352-409. lines 410-591. lines 592-707. lines 708-748. lines 749ff. and all the rights of every land and sea it deals with suffering, the story’s symmetry suggests balance and Tmolus ordered Pan to hold his reeds and to Pactolus, though the river was And the gold virtue granted by the god,