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Caught, like dry stubble fired, or like seerwood;
Yet from the wound ensued no purple flood,
But look'd a bubbling mass of frying blood.
His blazing locks sent forth a crackling sound,
And hiss'd, like red-hot iron within the smithy
drown'd.

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The wounded warrior shook his flaming hair;
Then (what a team of horse could hardly rear)
He heaves the threshold-stone, but could not throw;
The weight itself forbad the threaten'd blow;
Which, dropping from his lifted arms, came down
Full on Cometes' head, and crush'd his crown.
Nor Rhætus then retained his joy, but said:
So by their fellows may our foes be sped:'
Then with redoubled strokes he plies his head:
The burning lever not deludes his pains;
But drives the batter'd skull within the brains.

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'Thus flush'd, the conqueror, with force renew'd,

Evagrus, Dryas, Corythus, pursued.

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First Corythus, with downy cheeks, he slew,

Whose fall when fierce Evagrus had in view,

He cried: What palm is from a beardless prey?'
Rhætus prevents what more he had to say,

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And drove within his mouth the fiery death,
Which enter'd hissing in, and choked his breath.
At Dryas next he flew: but weary Chance
No longer would the same success advance;
For while he whirl'd in fiery circles round
The brand, a sharpen'd stake strong Dryas found,
And in the shoulder's joint inflicts the wound.
The weapon stuck, which, roaring out with pain,
He drew; nor longer durst the fight maintain,
But turn'd his back, for fear, and fled amain.
With him fled Orneus, with like dread possess'd;

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Thaumas, and Medon, wounded in the breast;

And Mermeros, in the late race renown'd,

Now limping ran, and tardy, with his wound.

Pholus and Melaneus from fight withdrew,
And Abas maim'd, who boars encountering slew:
And Augur Astylos, whose art in vain

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From fight dissuaded the four-footed train,
Now beat the hoof with Nessus on the plain;

But to his fellow cried: Be safely slow;

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Thy death deferr'd is due to great Alcides' bow.'
Meantime strong Dryas urged his chance so well,
That Lycidas, Areos, Imbreus, fell,

All one by one, and fighting face to face:
Crenæus fled, to fall with more disgrace;
For, fearful, while he look'd behind, he bore,
Betwixt his nose and front, the blow before.
Amid the noise and tumult of the fray,
Snoring, and drunk with wine, Aphidas lay;
Ev'n then the bowl within his hand he kept,
And on a bear's rough hide securely slept:
Him Phorbas with his flying dart transfix'd:
'Take thy next draught with Stygian waters mix'd,
And sleep thy fill,' the insulting victor cried :
Surprised with death unfelt, the Centaur dyed:
The ruddy vomit, as he breathed his soul,
Repass'd his throat, and fill'd his empty bowl.

I saw Petræus' arms employ'd around

A well-grown oak, to root it from the ground:

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The trunk was like a sapling in his hands,

And still obey'd the bent: while thus he stood,
Pirithous' dart drove on, and nail'd him to the wood:
Lycus and Chromis fell, by him oppress'd:
Helops and Dictys added to the rest

A nobler palm: Helops through either ear,
Transfix'd, received the penetrating spear:

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This Dictys saw, and, seized with sudden fright,
Leap'd headlong from the hill of steepy height,

And crush'd an ash beneath, that could not bear his weight:

The shatter'd tree receives his fall, and strikes
Within his full-blown paunch the sharpen'd spikes.
Strong Aphareus had heaved a mighty stone,
The fragment of a rock, and would have thrown ;
But Theseus, with a club of harden'd oak,
The cubit-bone of the bold centaur broke,
And left him maim'd; nor seconded the stroke:
Then leap'd on tall Bianor's back; (who bore
No mortal burden but his own before ;)

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Press'd with his knees his sides: the double man, 465 His speed with spurs increased, unwilling ran.

One hand the hero fasten'd on his locks;

His other plied him with repeated strokes ;

The club rung round his ears and batter'd brows:

He falls, and, lashing up his heels, his rider

throws.

6 The same Herculean arms Nedymnus wound, And lay by him Lycotas on the ground;

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And Hippasus, whose beard his breast invades ;
And Ripheus, hunter of the woodland shades;
And Tereus, used with mountain bears to strive,
And from their dens to draw the indignant beasts
alive.

'Demoleon could not bear this hateful sight,
Or the long fortune of the Athenian knight,
But pull'd with all his force, to disengage
From earth a pine, the product of an age:
The root stuck fast: the broken trunk he sent
At Theseus: Theseus frustrates his intent,
And leaps aside; by Pallas warn'd the blow
To shun: (for so he said, and we believed it so).

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Yet not in vain the enormous weight was cast,
Which Crantor's body sunder'd at the waist;
Thy father's 'squire, Achilles, and his care,
Whom, conquer'd in the Pelopeian war,
Their king, his present ruin to prevent,
A pledge of peace implored, to Peleus sent.

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Thy sire, with grieving eyes, beheld his fate, And cried: Not long, loved Crantor, shalt thou wait Thy vow'd revenge.' At once he said, and threw His ashen spear, which quiver'd as it flew; With all his force and all his soul applied, The sharp point enter'd in the centaur's side: Both hands to wrench it out the monster join'd, And wrench'd it out, but left the steel behind; Stuck in his lungs it stood: enraged he rears His hoofs, and down to ground thy father bears. Thus trampled under foot, his shield defends His head; his other hand the lance portends: Ev'n while he lay extended on the dust, He sped the centaur with one single thrust: Two more his lance before transfix'd from far; And two his sword had slain in closer war. To these was added Dorylas, who spread A bull's two goring horns around his head: With these he push'd: in blood already dyed, Him fearless I approach'd, and thus defied : Now, monster, now by proof it shall appear Whether thy horns are sharper, or my spear.' At this, I threw for want of other ward, He lifted up his hand, his front to guard: His hand it pass'd, and fix'd it to his brow: Loud shouts of ours attend the lucky blow. Him Peleus finish'd, with a second wound, Which through the navel pierced: he reel'd around, And dragg'd his dangling bowels on the ground;

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Trod what he dragg'd, and what he trod, he crush'd, And to his mother earth with empty belly rush'd.' 521

STORY OF CYLLARUS AND HYLONOME.

THE centaur Cyllarus is mortally wounded in the conflict with the Lapithæ; and his mistress Hylonome expires in his arms.

NOR could thy form, O Cyllarus, foreslow Thy fate (if form to monsters men allow :)

Just bloom'd thy beard; thy beard of golden hue:

Thy locks in golden waves about thy shoulders

flew :

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Sprightly thy look! Thy shapes in every part

So clean, as might instruct the sculptor's art,
As far as man extended: where began
The beast, the beast was equal to the man:
Add but a horse's head and neck, and he,

O Castor, was a courser worthy thee:
So was his back proportion'd for the seat;

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So rose his brawny chest; so swiftly moved his feet:
Coal-black his color, but like jet it shone;
His legs and flowing tail were white alone:
Beloved by many maidens of his kind;
But fair Hylonome possess'd his mind;
Hylonome, for features, and for face,
Excelling all the nymphs of double race:

Nor less her blandishments than beauty move;

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At once both loving, and confessing love.
For him she dress'd; for him, with female care,

She comb'd, and set in curl her auburn hair:

Of roses, violets, and lilies mix'd,

And sprigs of flowing rosemary betwixt,

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