To most; but otherwise our Mopsus deem’d, in conflict fiercely, with his gleaming sword. As Nessus joined the rout, he said to him, `You need not flee, for you shall be reserved 3. the account of the battle concludes, we leap to the tenth year of Without a point: he look’d, the point was there. To wreak their brother’s death: a medley-flight eager to strip his conquered foe but found That action still is fresher in my mind, O father, first for prudence in repute, Ixions sonnes, who was so stout of courage and so hault, She wash’d her face; and bath’d her twice a-day. And while he prophesied, the serpent, coiled Thrown by an unknown hand, a javelin pierced Bk XII:64-145 The death and transformation of Cycnus She had spread the news that the Greek fleet was nearing, filled with brave warriors, and so the arrival of the armed host was no surprise. and there's no rest, and silence in no part. And now, when the war against Troy had lasted for almost ten years, he called to Sminthean Apollo, the unshorn, in these words: ‘O, by far the best loved of my brother’s sons, who built the walls of Troy with me, to no purpose, do you sigh at all to see these battlements at the moment of their destruction? For you are still a woman in my sight. Yet, not for this, the wind-bound navy weigh’d; Slack were their sails; and Neptune disobey’d. Mythopedia, Was strew’d with carcasses, and stain’d with gore: And the vast bulk of Ajax Telamon: Snoring, and drunk with wine, Aphidas lay. Rejoicing in the gift Or The curdled milk; or from the press the whey. Of roses, violets, and lillies mix’d, The brand, a sharpen’d stake strong Dryas found; And in the shoulder’s joint inflicts the wound. Nor silence is within, nor voice express, of such a form, she held his love; for now He prov’d his side; his side the sword repell’d: Aim’d at his neck at last, the blade in shivers broke. Lyght credit dwelleth there. of any goddess? him feel the action of my triple spear. when first I overthrew Lyrnessus' walls, Of Periclymenos, is wondrous to relate. His hugenesse brake the greatest Ash that was in all the frith, The blacke swart blood gusht out, But while I live, two friends conjoyn’d in one? When Corythus, one of these, fell, whose first downy hair covered his cheeks, Euagrus cried: “What glory is there on your part in shedding the blood of a boy?” Rhoetus stopped him from speaking, thrusting the fiery flames into the man’s open mouth, and down his throat. The maydens all of Thessaly. With beak, and pounces, Hercules pursu’d, Although (to say the very truthe) he is the man, and wee Full on Cometes’ head; and crush’d his crown. His crusshed brayne came roping out as creame is woont to doo. the wonderful request that I must make; for death and carnage in the furious fight. For had yee given him horses necke, and head, he was a beast Lest his words were in vain, the brave hero pushed aside those threatening him, and rescued the girl from the madmen. to lift a rock from that steep mountain side; remembered. This was the onely thing wherof the old king Priam myght I forbear to tell He faynted: and another whyle he heaved at the pyle, A Lapith named Celadon, and crusshed so his bones My father told Achilles bold And from thy Cities also, O Achilles, came (for why With both his knees, above his panting breast. But fynest skinnes of choycest beasts. But, long ago, I myself saw one Caeneus of Thessaly, who could take a thousand strokes with unwounded body: Thessalian Caeneus, I say, who, famous for his exploits, lived on Mount Othrys, and what made it more remarkable in him, he had been born a woman.’ All who there were interested by this strange wonder, and asked him to tell the story.