 | Silenus |  |
“Silenus I; Olympian Hermes' son,
Of Dionysus friend and follower.
That splintered fragment saved thy lovely self
From gored defacement and from mangled limbs;
And need of swiftness held the taint of chance,
Else slaying bulls I count but lightsome play,
As breaking necks of hares to puny man.
Of Dionysus friend and follower.
That splintered fragment saved thy lovely self
From gored defacement and from mangled limbs;
And need of swiftness held the taint of chance,
Else slaying bulls I count but lightsome play,
As breaking necks of hares to puny man.
“Approving once my strength Athena smiled.
For when the banded Titans made assault
To overthrow the dreaded power of Zeus;
Pallas, the winged one, soared, and gloaring down
Alit before the mighty Virgin's feet,
And strove to clutch Her garment. She withdrew
A pace, and raised Her spear, and cleaved his brain.
Knowing the Goddess would abhor the sight,
Kindled to tenfold strength, grappling the bulk
I dragged the mountain-monster to the edge
And rolled his carcase down the Olympian wall.
This bull that chilled thy blood to white dismay
Had seemed a fuming pigmy alongside
That evil Titan by Athena slain.
For when the banded Titans made assault
To overthrow the dreaded power of Zeus;
Pallas, the winged one, soared, and gloaring down
Alit before the mighty Virgin's feet,
And strove to clutch Her garment. She withdrew
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Knowing the Goddess would abhor the sight,
Kindled to tenfold strength, grappling the bulk
I dragged the mountain-monster to the edge
And rolled his carcase down the Olympian wall.
This bull that chilled thy blood to white dismay
Had seemed a fuming pigmy alongside
That evil Titan by Athena slain.
“Let us now waive ungracious memories,
And cherish what is near. Ah, were it dear
To both as dear to me! I never loved
A Goddess, nymph, or mortal maid till now:
And now, O Syrinx, my whole soul is thine;
Yield me thyself and let me know of love!”
And cherish what is near. Ah, were it dear
To both as dear to me! I never loved
A Goddess, nymph, or mortal maid till now:
And now, O Syrinx, my whole soul is thine;
Yield me thyself and let me know of love!”
| Silenus | |