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And every trace of the fresh butchery
“ And, if Latona's son should find me out, And cooking, the God soon made disappear, I'll countermine him by a deeper plan ; As if it all had vanished through the sky; [hair,- I'll pierce the Pythian temple-walls, though stout,
He burned the hoofs and horns and head and And sack the fane of everything I canThe insatiate fire devoured them hungrily ; Caldrons and tripods of great worth no doubt,
And when he saw that everything was clear, Each golden cup and polished brazen pan, He quenched the coals and trampled the black dust, All the wrought tapestries and garments gay.”And in the stream his bloody sandals tossed. So they together talked ;-meanwhile the Day
All night he worked in the serene moonshine
But when the light of day was spread abroad He sought his natal mountain-peaks divine.
On his long wandering, neither man nor god Had met him, since he killed Apollo's kine,
Nor house-dog had barked at him on bis road; Now he obliquely through the key-hole passed, Like a thin mist, or an autumnal blast.
Ethereal born, arose out of the flood
Of Howing Ocean, bearing light to men.
Which from the inmost depths of its green glen
On the same spot in green Onchestus then
Right through the temple of the spacious cave Latona's glorious Son began :-“ I pray
He went with soft light feet-as if his tread Tell, ancient hedger of Onchestus green, Fell not on earth ; no sound their falling gave; Whether a drove of kine has past this way,
Then to his cradle he crept quick, and spread All heifers with crooked horns? for they have been The swaddling-clothes about him ; and the knave Stolen from the herd in high Pieria, Lay playing with the covering of the bed,
Where a black bull was fed apart, between With his left hand about his knees—the right Two woody mountains in a neighbouring glen, Held his beloved tortoise-lyre tight.
And four fierce dogs watched there, unanimous as
There he lay innocent as a new-born child, “ And, what is strange, the author of this theft
As gossips say ; but, though he was a god, Hlas stolen the fatted heifers every one, The goddess, his fair mother, unbeguiled
But the four dogs and the black bull are left:knew all that he had done, being abroad ;
Stolen they were last night at set of sun, “Whence come you, and from what adventure wild, Of their soft beds and their sweet food bereft
You cunning rogue, and where have you abode Now tell me, man born ere the world begun, All the long night, clothed in your impudence? Have you seen any one pass with the cows ?"What have you done since you departed hence ? To whom the man of overhanging brows,
“ Apollo soon will pass within this gate,
“My friend, it would require no common skill And bind your tender body in a chain
Justly to speak of everything I see ; Inextricably tight, and fast as fate,
On various purposes of good or ill
Many pass by my vineyard,--and to me
Thoughts, which in all those many minds may Your father made when he made you !"_“ Dear Thus much alone I certainly can say, (be :mother,”
I tilled these vines till the decline of day, Replied sly Hermes, “wherefore scold and bother?
Lay swathed in his sly wiles. Round every crook Apollo gently smiled and said :—" Aye, aye, — Of the ample cavern, for his kine Apollo
You cunning little rascal, you will bore Looked sharp; and when he saw them not, he took Many a rich man's house, and your array
The glittering key, and opened three great hollow Of thieves will lay their siege before his door, Recesses in the rock—where many a nook Silent as night, in night ; and many a day
Was filled with the sweet food immortals swallow, In the wild glens rough shepherds will deplore And mighty heaps of silver and of gold
That you or yours, having an appetite, Were piled within a wonder to behold!
Met with their cattle, comrade of the night!
“ You little swaddled child of Jove and May !" “ The cattle's track on the black dust full well
And seized him :-“ By this omen I shall trace Is evident, as if they went towards My noble herds, and you shall lead the way.” The place from which they came- that asphodel Cyllenian Hermes from the grassy place,
Meadow, in which I feed my many herds ; Like one in earnest haste to get away,
His steps were most incomprehensibleRose, and with hands lifted towards his face, I know not how I can describe in words Round both his ears up from his shoulders drew Those tracks—he could have gone along the sands His swaddling clothes, and—“What mean you to do Neither upon his feet nor on his hands;
LII. “ With me, you unkind God !”-said Mercury:
“ Is it about these cows you teaze me so ? I wish the race of cows were perished !--I
Stole not your cows,I do not even know What things cows are. Alas! I well may sigh,
That, since I came into this world of woe, I should have ever heard the name of oneBut I appeal to the Saturnian's throne.”
“ He must have had some other stranger mode
Of moving on: those vestiges immense,
Seemed like the trailof oak-toppings :—but thence
The hard ground gave :—but, working at his fence,
Thus Phoebus and the vagrant Mercury
“ I found that in the dark he quietly Talked without coming to an explanation,
Had sacrificed some cows, and before light With adverse purpose. As for Phæbus, he Had thrown the ashes all dispersedly Sought not revenge, but only information,
About the road—then, still as gloomy night, And Hermes tried with lies and roguery
Had crept into his cradle, either eye To cheat Apollo.—But when no evasion
Rubbing, and cogitating some new sleight. Served—for the cunning one his match had found— No eagle could have seen him as he lay He paced on first over the sandy ground.
Hid in his cavern from the peering day.
He of the Silver Bow, the child of Jove,
Followed behind, till to their heavenly Sire
And from his equal balance did require
“ I taxed him with the fact, when he averred
Most solemnly that he did neither see
Of my lost cows, whatever things cows be ;
Not even who could tell of them to me.'
And from the folded depths of the great Hill, “ Great Father, you know clearly beforehand While Hermes and Apollo reverent stood
That all which I shall say to you is sooth ; Before Jove's throne, the indestructible
I am a most veracious person, and
Totally unacquainted with untruth.
Of Gods to bear him witness, in great wrath
And they by mighty Jupiter were bidden
To go forth with a single purpose both,
And Mercury with innocence and truth
The mighty heifers.—Hermes, nothing loth,
These words were winged with his swift delight:
“ You heifer-stealing schemer, well do you
Such minstrelsies as I have heard even now.
One of your secrets I would gladly know,
The power of unpremeditatcd song?
The Olympian Gods and mortal men among ;
And soul-awakening music, sweet and strong
“ How was it possible,” then Phæbus said,
“ That you, a little child, born yesterday, A thing on mother's milk and kisses fed,
Could two prodigious heifers ever flay? E’en I myself may well hereafter dread
Your prowess, offspring of Cyllenian May, When you grow strong and tall.”—He spoke, and Stiff' withy bands the infant's wrists around. [bound
“ What Muse, what skill, what unimagined use,
What exercise of subtlest art, has given [choose Thy songs such power?-for those who hear may
From three, the choicest of the gifts of Heaven,
Are sweeter than the balmy tears of even :-
He might as well have bound the oxen wild; “ And their delight is dance, and the blithe noise
The withy bands, though starkly interknit, Of song and everflowing poesy; Fell at the feet of the immortal child,
And sweet, even as desire, the liquid voice Loosened by some device of his quick wit.
Of pipes, that fills the clear air thrillingly;
But never did my inmost soul rejoice
Sudden he changed his plan, and with strange skill
Subdued the strong Latonian, by the might Of winning music, to his mightier will;
His left hand held the lyre, and in his right The plectrum struck the chords—unconquerable
Up from beneath his hand in circling fight The gathering music rose—and sweet as Love The penetrating notes did live and move
« Now since thou hast, although so very small,
Science of arts so glorious, thus I swear,
Witness between us what I promise here,
Honoured and mighty, with thy mother dear,