Written by First in my song shalt thou be, O Phœbus, the song that I sing Of the heroes of old, who sped, at the hest of Pelias the king, When down through the gorge of the Pontus-sea, through the Crags Dark-blue, On the Quest of the Fleece of Gold the strong-ribbed Argo flew. For an oracle […]
Now take thou up the story, O Goddess of Song, and sing The afflictions and thoughts of the Kolchian maid; for as touching this thing In a tempest of wilderment whirled is my soul, that I know not to say Whether for bitter infatuate passion she fled away From the land of the Kolchian folk, […]
There were there steadings of cattle, and Amykus’ farms were there, Proud king of Bebrykian men, whom erst a wood-nymph bare; For Bithynian Meliê couched with Poseidon the Lord of Birth. Overweening was this their son above all the children of Earth, Who even on wayfaring strangers his tyrannous ordinance laid That they should not […]
Come, Erato, now, stand by me: of thy lips let me be taught In what manner thereafter Jason the Fleece to Iolkos brought Through the love of Medea: for thou in the things by the Cyprian ordained Hast part, and maidens unwedded by thine enchantments are chained; Wherefore it is that a name that telleth […]