The Hymns of Callimachus, Translated from the Greek into English Verse, With Explanatory Notes To which are added, Select Epigrams, and the Coma Berenices of the same Author, Six Hymns of Orpheus, and The Encomium of Ptolemy by Theocritus. By William Dodd |
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V. The 31st HYMN.
To Pallas.
Only-begotten, noble race of Jove,
Pallas, blest Goddess, warlike martial maid,
Thou word ineffable, of mighty name,
Inhabiting the stars, o'er craggy rocks
And shady mountains passing; thou in groves
Thy soul delightest: with wild fury fixing
The minds of mortals, joying in bright armour.
Gymnastic maid, with fierce and furious soul:
Virgin, dire Gorgon's bane, mother of arts,
Impetuous, violent: wisdom to the good,
And to the evil, madness: parent of war,
And counsel: thou art male and female too:
Multiform dragoness, fam'd enthusiastic,
O'er the Phlegræan giants with destruction
Thy coursers driving: sprung from head of Jove.
Purger of evils, all-victorious queen;
Hear me, with supplicating vows approaching
Both nights and days, and ev'n in my last hours:
Give us rich peace, saturity and health,
With prosp'rous seasons, O thou blue-ey'd maid,
Of arts inventress, much implored queen.
Pallas, blest Goddess, warlike martial maid,
Thou word ineffable, of mighty name,
Inhabiting the stars, o'er craggy rocks
And shady mountains passing; thou in groves
Thy soul delightest: with wild fury fixing
The minds of mortals, joying in bright armour.
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Virgin, dire Gorgon's bane, mother of arts,
Impetuous, violent: wisdom to the good,
And to the evil, madness: parent of war,
And counsel: thou art male and female too:
Multiform dragoness, fam'd enthusiastic,
O'er the Phlegræan giants with destruction
Thy coursers driving: sprung from head of Jove.
Purger of evils, all-victorious queen;
Hear me, with supplicating vows approaching
Both nights and days, and ev'n in my last hours:
Give us rich peace, saturity and health,
With prosp'rous seasons, O thou blue-ey'd maid,
Of arts inventress, much implored queen.
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