97. Ovid, Metamorph., IV., Eusden's Tr.:--
"`Come, my Harmonia, come, thy face recline
Down to my face: still touch what still is mine.
O let these hands, while hands, be gently pressed,
While yet the serpent has not all posessed.'
More he had spoke, but strove to speak in vain,--
The forky tongue refused to tell his pain,
And learned in hissings only to complain.
"Then shrieked Harmonia, `Stay, my Cadmus, stay!
Glide not in such a monstrous shape away!
Destruction, like impetous waves, rolls on.
Where are thy feet, thy legs, thy shoulders, gone?
Changed is thy visage, changed is all thy frame,--
Cadmus is only Cadmus now in name.
Ye Gods! my Cadmus to himself restore
Or me like him transform,--I ask no more.'"
And V., Maynwaring's Tr.:--
"The God so near, a chilly sweat posessed
My fainting limbs, at every pore expressed;
My strength distilled in drops, my hair in dew,
My form was changed, and all my substance new:
Each motion was a stream, and my whole frame
Turned to a fount, which still preserves my name."
See also Shelly's Arethusa:--
From her couch of snows
In the Acroceraunian mountains,--
From the cloud and from crag
With many a jag
Shepherding her bright fountains.
She leapt down the rocks,
With her rainbow locks
Streaming among the streams;
Her steps paved with green
The downward ravine
Which slopes to the western gleams;
And gliding and springing,
She went, ever singing,
In murmurs as soft as sleep.
The Earth seemed to love her,
And Heaven smiled above her,
As she lingered towards the deep."
144. Some editions read la penna, the pen, instead of la lingua,
151. Gaville was a village in the Valdarno, where Guercio
Cavalcanti was murdered. The family took vengeance upon the inhabitants
in the old Italian style, thus causing Gaville to lament the murder.