| 321 | 322 | 323 | 324 | 325 |
| 1 | 153 | 306 | 459 | 612 |
|
A deed so dreadful all the gods alarms,
Vengeance is on the wing, and Heaven in arms!'
"Meantime Lampetie mounts the aerial way,
And kindles into rage the god of day;
"'Vengeance, ye powers (he cries), and then whose hand
Aims the red bolt, and hurls the writhen brand!
Slain are those herds which I with pride survey,
When through the ports of heaven I pour the day,
Or deep in ocean plunge the burning ray.
Vengeance, ye gods! or I the skies forego,
And bear the lamp of heaven to shades below.'
"
To whom the thundering Power: 'O source of day
Whose radiant lamp adorns the azure way,
Still may thy beams through heaven's bright portal rise,
The joy of earth, the glory of the skies:
Lo! my red arm I bare, my thunders guide,
To dash the offenders in the whelming tide.'
"
To fair Calypso, from the bright abodes,
Hermes convey'd these counsels of the gods.
"
Meantime from man to man my tongue exclaims,
My wrath is kindled, and my soul in flames.
23
3
Page
Quick Jump
|