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Speaker 1: one of book two of Ovid's Metamorphoses. I e one
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Speaker 1: Where we last left off, we'd been introduced to fith On,
Speaker 1: the son of Well the Sun, who is here called Phoebus,
Speaker 1: because again this is Omen It's a little bit late,
Speaker 1: and thus Apollo Phoebus, Apollo has overtaken the role of
Speaker 1: God of the Sun. This is Ovid's Metamorphoses He's Roman
Speaker 1: translated by brooks More, Book two, Part one. Glowing with gold,
Speaker 1: flaming with red stones on stately columns, raised refulgent Sean,
Speaker 1: the Palace of the Sun, with polished dome of ivory,
Speaker 1: gleaming and with two portals of burnished silver. And the
Speaker 1: workmanship exceeded all the wealth of gems and gold, for
Speaker 1: there had Vulcan engraved the seas encircling Middle Earth, the
Speaker 1: round of Earth and Heaven impending over the land, and
Speaker 1: there amid the waves were azure deities, melodious Triton and
Speaker 1: elusive Proteus. There ae Gean pressing with his arms the
Speaker 1: backs of monstrous whales, and Doris in the sea, and
Speaker 1: all her daughters, some amid the waves, and others sitting
Speaker 1: on the bank to dry their sea green hair, and
Speaker 1: others borne about by fishes. Each was made to show
Speaker 1: a fair resemblance to her sisters, Yet not one appearance
Speaker 1: was assigned to all. They seemed as nearer like as
Speaker 1: sisters should in truth. And men and cities, woods and
Speaker 1: savage beasts, and streams, and nymphs and sylvan deities were
Speaker 1: carved upon the land, and over these an image of
Speaker 1: the glittering sky was fixed. Six signs were on the right,
Speaker 1: six on the left. Here, when audacious Fithon arrived by steep,
Speaker 1: ascending paths without delay, he entered in the shining palace
Speaker 1: gates of his reputed parent, making haste to stand in
Speaker 1: his paternal presence. They're unable to endure the dazzling light.
Speaker 1: He waited at a distance. Phoebus sat arrayed and royal
Speaker 1: purple on a throne that glittered with the purest emeralds.
Speaker 1: There to the left and right, day, month and year, time,
Speaker 1: and the hours at equal distance stood and vernal spring
Speaker 1: stood crowned with wreathed flowers, and naked summer stood with
Speaker 1: sheaves of wheat, and autumn stood besmeared with trodden grapes,
Speaker 1: and icy winter rough with hoary hair, and from the
Speaker 1: midst with orbs that view the world. Phoebus beheld the
Speaker 1: trembling youth, fear struck in mute amazement, and he said,
Speaker 1: declare the reason for your journey? What will you do
Speaker 1: in this my palace? Faith on, my child beloved, And
Speaker 1: to him replied the youth, Oh universal light of all
Speaker 1: the world, My father, Phoebus, if your name is mine,
Speaker 1: if CLYMENI has not concealed her sin beneath some pretext,
Speaker 1: give to me, my sire, a token to declare your fatherhood,
Speaker 1: which may establish my assured descent and leave no dark
Speaker 1: suspicions in our minds. Then Phoebus, from his shining brows,
Speaker 1: cast down his circling rays, called faith onto him, and
Speaker 1: as he held him to his breast, replied, oh, child,
Speaker 1: most worthy of your sire, the truth was told to
Speaker 1: you by your mother. Wherefore doubts to dissipate, consider your
Speaker 1: desire and ask of me that I may freely give you. Yes,
Speaker 1: the nether lake beyond our view, which is the oath
Speaker 1: of God's inviolate, be witness to my word. When this
Speaker 1: was said, the happy youth at once began to plead
Speaker 1: command and guidance of his father's steeds, wing footed and
Speaker 1: his chariot for a day. But Phoebus much repented that
Speaker 1: he swore, and thrice and four times shook his radiant head. Ah,
Speaker 1: would I might refuse my polighted word, And oh, that
Speaker 1: it were lawful to deny the promised boon. For I confess,
Speaker 1: oh son, this only I should keep from you. And
Speaker 1: yet it's lawful to dissuade. It is unsafe to satisfy
Speaker 1: your will. It is a great request, O fithon which
Speaker 1: neither suits your utmost strength. Snore your tender years, for
Speaker 1: you are mortal, and you have aspired to things immortal
Speaker 1: ignorance has made your thought transcend the province of the gods.
Speaker 1: I vant, no vain exploits. But only I can stand
Speaker 1: securely on the flame fraud axletree. Even the ruler of
Speaker 1: Olympian gods, who hurls fierce lightnings with his great right hand,
Speaker 1: may never dare to drive this chariot. And what are
Speaker 1: you equal to, mighty jove? The opening path is steep
Speaker 1: and difficult for scarcely can the steeds refreshed at dawn,
Speaker 1: climb up the steeps, and when is reached the height
Speaker 1: extreme of midmost heaven and sea and Earth are viewed below.
Speaker 1: My trembling breast is filled with fearful apprehensions and requires
Speaker 1: the last precipitous descent a sure command. Then, also test
Speaker 1: is who receives me in her subject waves, is wont
Speaker 1: to fear I should fall disastrous? And around the hastening
Speaker 1: sky revolves in constant whirl, drawing the lofty stars with
Speaker 1: rapid twist. I struggle on the force that overcomes the
Speaker 1: heavenly body overwhelms me not, and I am born against
Speaker 1: that rapid globe. Suppose the chariot yours? What can you do?
Speaker 1: Can you drive straight against the twisted pole and not
Speaker 1: be carried from the lofty path by the swift car?
Speaker 1: Are you deceived to think there may be groves and
Speaker 1: cities of the gods and costly temples wondrously endowed? The
Speaker 1: journey is beset with dreadful snares and shapes of savage animals.
Speaker 1: If you should hold upon your way without mistake, yet
Speaker 1: must your journey be through Taurus as horns and through
Speaker 1: the Bohimonian, and the jaws of the fierce lion, and
Speaker 1: the cruel arms of scorpion bent throughout a vast expand outs,
Speaker 1: and cancer's curving arms reversely bent. It is no easy
Speaker 1: task for you to rule the mettled four foot steeds,
Speaker 1: inflamed in fires that kindle in their breasts, forth issuing
Speaker 1: and breathings from their mouths and nostrils. Hot, I scarce,
Speaker 1: restrain them as they're struggling. Next, pull on the harness
Speaker 1: when they're heated. Fires are thus aroused. And oh, my son,
Speaker 1: lest I may be the author of a baneful gift. Beware,
Speaker 1: and as the time permits, recall your rash request. You
Speaker 1: have asked for undoubted signs of your descent from me.
Speaker 1: My fears for you are certain signs that you are
Speaker 1: of my race. By my paternal fears, it's manifest that
Speaker 1: I am your father. Lo behold my countenance, and oh,
Speaker 1: that you could even pierce my bosom with your eyes,
Speaker 1: and so discover my paternal cares. Look around you on
Speaker 1: the treasured world's delights, and ask the greatest blessing of
Speaker 1: the sky or sea or land, and you shall suffer
Speaker 1: no repulse, but only this I must deplore, which rightly
Speaker 1: named would be a penalty, and not an honor. You
Speaker 1: have made request of punishment, and not a gift. Indeed, oh,
Speaker 1: witless boy, why do you hold my neck with your
Speaker 1: caressing arms for doubted? Not? As I have sworn it
Speaker 1: by this stigian waves. Whatever you shall wish, it shall
Speaker 1: be given. But you should wish more wisely. So were
Speaker 1: all his admonition said, availing not for faith On resisted
Speaker 1: his advice, and urged again his claim, and eagerly burned
Speaker 1: to use the chariot. Wherefore Phoebus, long delaying and reluctant,
Speaker 1: took the youth to view the acious chariot. Gift of
Speaker 1: vulcan gold was the axle, and the beam was gold.
Speaker 1: The great wheel had a golden tire, and spokes of silver,
Speaker 1: chrysolites and diamonds reflected from the spangled yoke. The light
Speaker 1: of Phoebus. While aspiring Fithon admired the glittering chariot in
Speaker 1: its workmanship. The vigilant Aurora opened forth her purple portals
Speaker 1: from the ruddy east, disclosing halls replete with roses, all
Speaker 1: the stars took flight, while Lucifer, the last to quit
Speaker 1: his vigil, gathered that great host and disappeared from his
Speaker 1: celestial watch. And when his father, Phoebus, saw the Earth
Speaker 1: and the wide universe in glowing tints, arrayed as waned
Speaker 1: the moon's diminished at horns far distant. Then he bade
Speaker 1: the nimble hours to yoke the steeds at once. The
Speaker 1: deed's accomplished his commands and lead the steeds ambrosia, fed
Speaker 1: and snorting flames from out their spacious stalls, and fixed
Speaker 1: their sounding bits. Then with a hallowed drug, the father
Speaker 1: touched the stripling's face to make him proof against the
Speaker 1: rapid flame, and wrought around his hair the sun raise
Speaker 1: but foreboding grief, he said, while many a sigh heaved
Speaker 1: from his anxious breast. If you can only heed your
Speaker 1: father's voice, be sparing of the whip, and use with
Speaker 1: nerve the reins, for of their own accord, the steeds
Speaker 1: will hasten. Difficult are they to check? In full career,
Speaker 1: You must not drive the car directly through five circles,
Speaker 1: for the track takes a wide curve obliquely and is
Speaker 1: bound by the extreme edge of three zones. It avoids
Speaker 1: the southern pole, and it avoids the bear that rolls
Speaker 1: around the north. The way is plain, the traces of
Speaker 1: the wheel are manifest. Observe with care that both the
Speaker 1: earth and sky have their appropriate heat. Drive not too low,
Speaker 1: nor urge the chariot through the highest plane. For if
Speaker 1: your course attained too great a height, you will consume
Speaker 1: the mansions of the sky, and if too low, the
Speaker 1: land will scorch with heat. You must take the middle plane,
Speaker 1: where all is safe. Nor let the wheel turn over
Speaker 1: to the right and bear you to the twisted snake.
Speaker 1: Nor let it take you to the altar on the left,
Speaker 1: so close to earth, But steer the middle course to fortune.
Speaker 1: I commit your fate, whose care for you, so reckless
Speaker 1: of yourself? I pray while I am speaking. Humid night
Speaker 1: has touched the margin of Hesperian shores. It's not for
Speaker 1: us too idle. We are called away when bright Aurora shines,
Speaker 1: the darkness flies take up the reins. But if your
Speaker 1: stubborn breast be capable of change us, not our car,
Speaker 1: but heed my counsel while the time permits, and while
Speaker 1: your feet are on a solid base. But not according
Speaker 1: to your foolish wish pressing the axle. Rather let me
Speaker 1: light the world beneath your safe and wondering gaze. But Fithon,
Speaker 1: with youthful vigor, leapt and in the light made chariot
Speaker 1: lightly stood, and he rejoiced, and with the reins in hand,
Speaker 1: thanked his reluctant parent m instantly us ethan pierrus and
Speaker 1: fleagn The winged horses of the sun gave vent to
Speaker 1: flame like naze that filled the shaking air. They pawed
Speaker 1: the barriers with their shining hoofs. Then Tathis, witless of
Speaker 1: her grandson's fate, let back the barriers, and the universe
Speaker 1: was theirs to traverse. Taking the well known road and
Speaker 1: moving through the air with winged feet, they pierced resisting clouds,
Speaker 1: and spreading wide, their pinions soared upon the eastern wind,
Speaker 1: far wafted from that realm. But fith On, so easy
Speaker 1: of their yoke, lost all control, and the great car
Speaker 1: was tossed as tapered ships, when lightened of their ballast,
Speaker 1: toss and heave unsteady in the surging seas. The car
Speaker 1: leaped lightly in the air, and in the heights was
Speaker 1: tossed unsteady as an empty shell. Soon the steeds perceived
Speaker 1: it with a rush. Impetuous, they left the beaten track,
Speaker 1: regardless of all order and control, and Fithon, filled with fear,
Speaker 1: knew not to guide the trusted reins, nor where the
Speaker 1: way might be, nor if he knew if he should
Speaker 1: control their flight. Warmed in the sunshine never felt before,
Speaker 1: the gelled tritenes attempted in vain to bathe and seize.
Speaker 1: Forbid the serpent, cold and torpid by the frozen pole,
Speaker 1: too cold for contest, warmed and rage assumed from heat.
Speaker 1: Boots troubled by the heat, took flight, impeded by his wan,
Speaker 1: and as from skies of utmost height and unhappy, Fithon
Speaker 1: beheld the earth receding from his view. A pallor spread
Speaker 1: his cheeks with sudden fear, His knees began to quake,
Speaker 1: and through the flare of vast effulgence, darkness closed his eyes.
Speaker 1: Now vainy, he regrets he ever touched his father's steeds,
Speaker 1: and he is stunned with grief. That's so entreating he
Speaker 1: prevailed to know his true descent. He rather would be
Speaker 1: called the son of Merops. As a ship is tossed
Speaker 1: by raging boreous. When the conquered helm has been abandoned
Speaker 1: and the pilot leaves the vessel to his vows and
Speaker 1: to the gods, so helpless he is born along the sky.
Speaker 1: What can he Much of heaven remains behind a longer
Speaker 1: distances in front of him. Each way is measured in
Speaker 1: his anxious mind. At first his gaze is fixed upon
Speaker 1: the west, which fate has destined he shall never reach.
Speaker 1: And then his eyes turned backward to the east. So
Speaker 1: stupefied and dazed, he neither dares to loose the bits
Speaker 1: nor tighten on the reins, and he is ignorant of
Speaker 1: the horses names. He sees her riff, thick wonders scattered round,
Speaker 1: and images of hideous animals. And there's a spot where
Speaker 1: Scorpion bends his claws in double circles, and with tail
Speaker 1: and arms on either side, stretches his limbs throughout the
Speaker 1: space of two celestial signs. And when the lad beheld
Speaker 1: him steeped in using slime of venom swart and threatening
Speaker 1: to strike grim wounds with jagged spear points, he was
Speaker 1: lost and fixed in chills of horror, dropped the reins.
Speaker 1: When these they felt upon their rising backs. The startled
Speaker 1: steeds sprang forthwith and unchecked, through atmospheres of regions unexplored.
Speaker 1: Thence goaded by their unchecked violence, broke through the lawful
Speaker 1: bounds and rushed upon the high fixed stars. They dragged
Speaker 1: the chariot through devious ways, and sword amid the heights,
Speaker 1: dashed down deep pathways far precipitous, and gained a level
Speaker 1: near the scorching earth. Phoebe is wondering that her brother's
Speaker 1: steeds run lower than her own, and sees the smoke
Speaker 1: of scorching clouds. The highest altitudes are caught in flames,
Speaker 1: and as their moistures dry, they crack in chasms. The
Speaker 1: grass is blighted, trees are burnt up with their leaves.
Speaker 1: The ripe brown crops give fuel for self destruction. Oh,
Speaker 1: what small complaints. Great cities perish with their walls, and
Speaker 1: peopled nations are consumed to dust. The forests and the
Speaker 1: mountains are destroyed. Silici in Taurus, Athos and Tumulus and
Speaker 1: Eta are burning, and the far famed Ida and all
Speaker 1: her cooling rills are dry and burning, and virgin Helicon
Speaker 1: and Hemos. Later, Eagrius called and Etna with tremendous redouble
Speaker 1: old flames and double peaked Parnassis Sicilian Erics kinthus oh
Speaker 1: thriss Pine clad in Rhodo pay deprived his snowy mantle,
Speaker 1: and Dandaima and Michaulie and me Mass and Mount kith
Speaker 1: Ieron famed for sacred rights, and Skivia, though a land
Speaker 1: of frost is burning, and caucusus Asa burns with pinous
Speaker 1: and greater than those two Olympus burns the lofty Alps.
Speaker 1: The cloud topped Apnines and fith On. As he inhaled
Speaker 1: the air burning and scorching as a furnace blast, saw
Speaker 1: destruction on the flaming world, and his great chariot, wreathed
Speaker 1: in quenchless fires, was suddenly unable to endure the heat,
Speaker 1: the smoke and cinders, and he swooned away. If he
Speaker 1: had known the way those winged steeds would rush as
Speaker 1: wild unguided. Then the skin of Ethiopians took a swarthy hue,
Speaker 1: the hot blood tingling to the surface. Then the heat
Speaker 1: dried up, the land of Libya disheveled, the lower nymphs
Speaker 1: lamenting sought for all their emptied springs and lakes, in
Speaker 1: vain Beeosha wailed for Dirkey's cooling wave, and Argos wailed
Speaker 1: for a Miminies stream, and even Corinth for the clear Pyreney.
Speaker 1: Not safer from the flames were distant streams. The tanning
Speaker 1: Us in middle Stream was steaming, and old Pennius and
Speaker 1: Uthrangeian Caicus is meanness, rapid and Arcadian, Romanthus and even
Speaker 1: Xanthus destined for a second burning and Tawny waved like
Speaker 1: Cormus and Meander, turning and twisting and thoration. Melass burns,
Speaker 1: and the Laconian Eurotus burns, the mighty Babylonian Euphrates, Rounties
Speaker 1: and the Ganges swift. Thermidon ister and fastest, and Alphaeus boil.
Speaker 1: The banks of Sparkius burn, the gold of Tagus is
Speaker 1: melting in the flames. The swans, whose songs enhance the
Speaker 1: beauty of Mayonian banks, are scalded in the coisters middle wave.
Speaker 1: The Nile affrighted, fled to parts unknown and hid his
Speaker 1: head forever from the world. Now empty are his seven mouths,
Speaker 1: and dry without or wave or stream, and also dry
Speaker 1: Ismanian Hebrews stream on and the streams of hesper Land.
Speaker 1: The river's rhine and rone and po and Tiber ruler
Speaker 1: of the world. And even as the ground asunder burst,
Speaker 1: the light amazed and gloomy Tartarus, the king infernal and
Speaker 1: his spout. The sea contracted, and his level waist became
Speaker 1: a sandy desert. The huge mountaintops, once covered by the
Speaker 1: ocean's waves, reared up, by which the scattered sicklitias increased.
Speaker 1: Even the fishes sought for deeper pools. The crooked dolphins
Speaker 1: dared not skip the waves, the lifeless sea calves floating
Speaker 1: on the top. And it is even famed that Nary
Speaker 1: has hid with Doris and her daughters deep below, and
Speaker 1: seething caverns with a dauntless mean. Thrice Neptune tried to
Speaker 1: thrust his arms above the waters. Thrice the heated air
Speaker 1: overcame his courage. Then the genial Earth, although surrounded by
Speaker 1: the waters of the sea, was parched and dry, for
Speaker 1: all her streams had hid deep in the darkness of
Speaker 1: her winding caves. She lifted her productive countenance up to
Speaker 1: her rounded neck and held her palms on her sad brows.
Speaker 1: And as the mountains huge trembled and tottered, beneath her
Speaker 1: wanted plane, declined she for a space, and thus began
Speaker 1: with parched voice. If this is your decree, oh, Highest
Speaker 1: of the gods, If I have sinned, why do your
Speaker 1: lightnings linger? For if doomed by fires consuming, I too
Speaker 1: must perish. Let me and how die in your celestial flames,
Speaker 1: hurled by your arm, and thus alleviate by your omnipotence
Speaker 1: this agony. How difficult to open my parched mouth and
Speaker 1: speak these words. Behold my scorching hair, and see the
Speaker 1: clouds of ashes falling on my blinded eyes and on
Speaker 1: my features. What a recompense for my fertility? How often
Speaker 1: I have suffered from the wounds of crooked plows and
Speaker 1: rending harrows, tortured year by year. For this I give
Speaker 1: to cattle, juicy leaves and fruits to man, and frankincense
Speaker 1: to you. Suppose destruction is my just award? What have
Speaker 1: the waters and your brother done? Why should your brother's
Speaker 1: cooling waves decrease and thus received so distant from my skies.
Speaker 1: If not your brother's good nor mind may touch your mercy,
Speaker 1: Let the pity of your heaven for low the smoking
Speaker 1: polls on either side A test if flames consume them
Speaker 1: or destroy the ruin of your palace. Atlas, huge with
Speaker 1: the rest of shoulders, hardly can support the burning heavens.
Speaker 1: If the season lands together perish and your palace fall,
Speaker 1: the universe confused, will plunge once more into ancient chaos.
Speaker 1: Save it from this wreck, if anything survived. The fury
Speaker 1: of the flames so made the tortured earth and end
Speaker 1: of speech, and she was fain to hide her countenance
Speaker 1: and caves that border on the nether night. But now
Speaker 1: the almighty Father, having called to witness the gods of heaven,
Speaker 1: and him who gave the car that else his power
Speaker 1: be shown, must perish all in dire confusion. High he
Speaker 1: mounted to the altitude from which he spreads the mantling
Speaker 1: clouds and fulminates his dreadful thunders and swift lightning bolts.
Speaker 1: Terrific clouds were none defined on the earth, and the
Speaker 1: surrounding skies were void of rain. Jove, having reached that summit,
Speaker 1: stood and poised in his almighty hand a flashing dart,
Speaker 1: and hurled it deprived of life, and seat the youthful charioteer,
Speaker 1: and struck with fire the raging flames, and by the
Speaker 1: same great force, those flames enveloping the earth were quenched,
Speaker 1: and he who caused their fury lost his life. Frantic
Speaker 1: and thera fright, the horses sprang across the bounded way
Speaker 1: and cast their yokes, and through the tangled harness lightly leaped,
Speaker 1: And here the scattered harness lay, and there the shattered
Speaker 1: axle wrenched from off the pole, and various portions of
Speaker 1: the broken car. Spokes of the broken wheel were scattered
Speaker 1: round and far fell Fithon, with flaming hair, as happily
Speaker 1: from the summer sky appears a falling star, although it
Speaker 1: never drops to startled earth. Far distant from his home,
Speaker 1: the deep Eridanus received the lad and bathed his foaming face,
Speaker 1: his body charred by triple flames. Asperian naiads bore, still
Speaker 1: smoking to a tomb, and this engraved upon the stone.
Speaker 1: Here Fithon's remains lie buried, he who drove his father's
Speaker 1: car and fell, although he made a great attempt, filled
Speaker 1: with consuming woe, his father hid his countenance, which grief
Speaker 1: had overcast, and now surpassing our belief, they say, a
Speaker 1: day passed over with no glowing sun, but light afforded flames,
Speaker 1: appeared to change disaster to the cause of good. Amazed
Speaker 1: the woeful Clymene, when she had moaned in grief amid
Speaker 1: her lamentations, tore her bosom as across the world. She roamed,
Speaker 1: at first to seek his lifeless corpse, and then his bones.
Speaker 1: She wandered to that distant land, and found at last
Speaker 1: his bones, unsepulchred. They're clinging to the grave. She fell
Speaker 1: and bathed with many tears his name on marble carved,
Speaker 1: and with her bosom warmed the freezing stone. And all
Speaker 1: the daughters of the Sun went there, giving their tears
Speaker 1: alas a useless gift. They wept and beat their breasts,
Speaker 1: and day and night called Fithon, who heard not any
Speaker 1: sound of their complaint. And there they lay fordone, all
Speaker 1: scattered round the tomb. The silent moon had four times
Speaker 1: joined her horns and filled her disc When they, according
Speaker 1: to an ancient rite, made lamentation prone upon the ground,
Speaker 1: the eldest faith Thusa would arise from there, but found
Speaker 1: her feet were growing stiff and uttered moan. Lampetia wished
Speaker 1: to aid her sister, but was hindered by new roots.
Speaker 1: A third, when she would tear her hair plucked forth
Speaker 1: but leaves, another wailed to find her legs were fastened
Speaker 1: in a tree. Another moan to find her arms. Two
Speaker 1: branches had been changed, And while they wondered, bark enclosed
Speaker 1: their thighs and covered their smooth bellies, and their breasts
Speaker 1: and shoulders, and their hands, but left untouched their lips.
Speaker 1: That called upon their mother's name. What can she do
Speaker 1: for them? Hither she runs, and thither runs wherever Frenzy leads.
Speaker 1: She kisses them alas while yet she may. But not
Speaker 1: content with this, she tried to hail their bodies from
Speaker 1: the trees, and she would tear the tender branches with
Speaker 1: her hands. But lo, the blood oozed out as from
Speaker 1: a bleeding wound. And as he wounded them, they shrieked aloud,
Speaker 1: spare me, oh mother, spare me in the tree. My
Speaker 1: flesh is torn. Farewell, farewell, farewell. And as they spoke
Speaker 1: the bark and closed their lips, their tears flowed forth.
Speaker 1: And from the new formed bows amber distilled and slowly
Speaker 1: hardened in the sun. And from there upon the waves
Speaker 1: is born to deck the Latin women. Sickness. Son of
Speaker 1: Speneleus by his maternal house, akin to Fithon, and thrice
Speaker 1: by love allied beheld this wonderful event. He left his
Speaker 1: kingdom of Liguria and all its peopled cities, to Lament,
Speaker 1: where the sad sisters had increased the woods beside the
Speaker 1: green banks of Eridanus. There As he made complaint, his
Speaker 1: manly voice began to pipe a treble shrill, and long
Speaker 1: gray plumes concealed his hair. A slender neck extended from
Speaker 1: his breast, and reddening toes were joined together by a membrane.
Speaker 1: Wings grew from his sides, and from his mouth was
Speaker 1: made a blunted beak. Now, sickness is a swan, and
Speaker 1: yet he fears to trust the skies and jove, for
Speaker 1: he remembers fires unjustly scent, and therefore shuns the heat
Speaker 1: that he abhors, and haunts the spacious lakes and pools
Speaker 1: and streams that quench the fires in squalid garb. Meanwhile,
Speaker 1: and destitute of all his rays, the sire of Fithon,
Speaker 1: as dark as when eclipse, but dims his wheel, abhors
Speaker 1: himself and hates the light, shuns the bright day, gives
Speaker 1: up his mind to grief, adds passion to his woe,
Speaker 1: denies the earth his countenance, and thus laments My loss
Speaker 1: was ever restless from the dawn of time, and I
Speaker 1: am weary of this labor, void and endless. Therefore, let
Speaker 1: who will urge forth my car light bearing, And if
Speaker 1: none may dare, when all the gods of heaven acknowledge it,
Speaker 1: let Jove himself essay the task. Perchance, when he takes
Speaker 1: up the reins, he may forget his dreadful lightning that
Speaker 1: bereaves of child of Father's love. And as he tries
Speaker 1: the strength of those flame footed steeds, will know in
Speaker 1: truth the lad who failed to guide my chariot deserved
Speaker 1: not death. But all the deities encircle Phoebus as he
Speaker 1: makes complaint, and with their supplications, they entreat him not
Speaker 1: to plunge the world in darkness. Jove would find excuses
Speaker 1: for the lightning bolt hurled from his hand, and adds
Speaker 1: imperious threats to his entreaties. Phoebus calls his steeds frenzied
Speaker 1: with their maddening fires, and breaks their fury. As he
Speaker 1: events with stinging lash his rage upon them, and in
Speaker 1: passion lays on them the death of fithon his son
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