VOL. II.

BOOK V.

MR. MAYNWARING.

THE Story of Perseus continued............................
Minerva's Interview with the Muses............

The Fate of Pyreneus......

The Story of the Pierides.......

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5

16

17

19

20

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21

23

25

ib.

The Song of the Pierides...........................................................................
The Song of the Muses

The Rape of Proserpine.......

Cyane dissolves to a Fountain..

A Boy transformed to an Eft

The Transformation of Ascalaphus into an Owl
The Daughters of Achelous transformed to

Sirens.....

The Story of Arethusa..

The Transformation of Lyncus.......

The Pierides transformed to Magpies.......... 37

BOOK VI.

MR. CROXALL.

The Transformation of Arachne to a Spider... 37

The Story of Niobe............

The Transformation of Niobe.......................................

The Story of Tereus, Procnè, and Philomela ib. Boreas in love.....

BOOK VII.

69**

The Story of Medea and Jason, by Tate...... 72 The Dragon's Teeth transformed to Men; by

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Old Æson restor❜d to youth; by Tate............ 79
The Death of Pelias; by the same.

The Story of Egeus; by the same..............
The Story of Ants changed to Men; by Stone-

street.....

86

90

96

The Story of Cephalus and Procris; by Tate 103 BOOK VIII.

The Story of Nisus and Scylla; by Croxall... 109 The Labyrinth; by the same..

116

The Story of Dædalus and Icarus; by the same 117 The Story of Meleager and Atalanta; by

Dryden.....

121

The Transformation of the Naiads; by Vernon 134
Perimele turned into an Island; by the same 136
The Story of Baucis and Philemon; by Dryden ib.
The Changes of Proteus; by Vernon..........
The Story of Erisichthon; by the same........ 144-
The Description of Famine; by the same..... 146
The Transformation of Erisichthon's Daughter;

by the same

BOOK IX.

143

149

The Story of Achelous and Hercules; by Gay 152 The Death of Nessus the Centaur; by the same 156 The Death of Hercules; by Gay.......

...... 157

The Transformation of Lichas into a Rock; by

the same.......

160

The Apotheosis of Hercules; by the same... 161 The Transformation of Galanthis: by the same 162 The Fable of Dryope: by Pope.

164

.......... 168

ib.

Iolaus restored to Youth; by Gay.........
The Prophecy of Themis: by the same.......
The Debate of the Gods: by the same.......... 169
The Passion of Byblis; by Harvey........
The Fable of Iphis and Ianthe; by Dryden.. 177

170

OVID'S METAMORPHOSES.

BOOK V.

TRANSLATED BY MAYNWARING.

THE STORY OF PERSEUS CONTINUED.

WHILE Perseus entertain'd with this report
His father Cepheus, and the listening court,
Within the palace walls was heard aloud
The roaring noise of some unruly crowd;
Not like the songs which cheerful friends prepare
For nuptial days, but sounds that threaten'd war;
And all the pleasures of this happy feast,
To tumult turn'd, in wild disorder ceas'd.
So when the sea is calm, we often find
A storm rais'd sudden by some furious wind.
Chief in the riot Phineus first appear'd,
(The rash ringleader of this boistrous herd),
And brandishing his brazen-pointed lance,
'Behold,' he said, ' an injur'd man advance,
Stung with resentment for his ravish'd wife;
Nor shall thy wings, O Perseus, save thy life;
Nor Jove himself: though we've been often told
Who got thee in the form of tempting gold.'
His lance was aim'd, when Cepheus ran and said,
'Hold, brother, hold; what brutal rage has made

Your frantic mind so black a crime conceive?
Are these the thanks that you to Perseus give?
This the reward that to his worth you pay,
Whose timely valour sav'd Andromeda ?
Nor was it he, if you would reason right,
That forc'd her from you, but the jealous spite
Of envious Nereids, and Jove's high decree;
And that devouring monster of the sea,
That ready with his jaws wide-gaping stood
To eat my child, the fairest of my blood.
You lost her then when she seem'd past relief,
And wish'd perhaps her death, to ease your grief
With my afflictions. Not content to view
Andromeda in chains, unhelp'd by you,

Her spouse and uncle; will you grieve that he
Expos'd his life the dying maid to free?

And shall you claim his merit? Had you thought
Her charms so great, you shou'd have bravely sought
That blessing on the rocks, where fix'd she lay :
But now let Perseus bear his prize away,
By service gain'd, by promis'd faith possess'd;
To him I owe it, that my age is bless'd
Still with a child: nor think that I prefer
Perseus to thee, but to the loss of her.'

Phineus on him and Perseus roll'd about
His eyes in silent rage, and seem'd to doubt
Which to destroy; till resolute at length,
He threw his spear with the redoubled strength
His fury gave him, and at Perseus struck;
But, missing Perseus, in his seat it stuck,
Who, springing nimbly up, return'd the dart,
And almost plung'd it in his rival's heart;
But he for safety to the altar ran
(Unfit protection for so vile a man);

Yet was the stroke not vain, as Rhætus found, Who in his brow receiv'd a mortal wound; Headlong he tumbled when his scull was broke, From which his friends the fatal weapon took, While he lay trembling, and his gushing blood In crimson streams around the table flow'd.

But this provok'd the' unruly rabble worse; They flung their darts; and some in loud discourse To death young Perseus and the monarch doom; But Cepheus left before the guilty room, With grief appealing to the gods above, Who laws of hospitality approve,

Who faith protect, and succour injur'd right, That he was guiltless of this barbarous fight. Pallas her brother Perseus close attends, And with her ample shield from harm defends, Raising a sprightly courage in his heart: But Indian Athis took the weaker part, Born in the crystal grottos of the sea; Limnatè's son, a finny nymph, and she Daughter of Ganges; graceful was his mien, His person lovely, and his age sixteen. His habit made his native beauty more; A purple mantle fring'd with gold he wore; His neck well-turn'd, with golden chains was grac'd; His hair, with mirth perfum'd, was nicely dress'd. Though with just aim he could the javelin throw, Yet with more skill he drew the bending bow; And now was drawing it with artful hand, When Perseus, snatching up a flaming brand, Whirl'd sudden at his face the burning wood, Crush'd his eyes in, and quench'd the fire with blood; Through the soft skin the splinter'd bones appear, And spoil'd the face that lately was so fair.