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Her stooping body on her hands is borne,
Her hands are turn’d to hoofs, and fhod in horn;
Her yellow treffes ruffle in a mane,
And in her flowing tail he frisks her train.
The mare was finiih'd in her voice and look,
And a new name from the new figure took.
THE TRANSFORMATION OF BATTUS TO

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SORE wept the centaur, and to Phæbus pray’d; But how could Phoebus give the centaur aid ? Degraded of his power by angry Jove, In Elis then a herd of beeves he drove ; And wielded in his hand a staff of oak, And o'er his Moulders threw the shepherd's cloak ; On seven compacted reeds he us’d to play, And on his rural pipe to waste the day.

As once, attentive to his pipe, he play'd, The crafty Hermes from the god convey'd A drove that separate from their fellows stray'd, The theft an old insidious peafant view'd (They call d him Battus in the neighbourhood); Hir'd by a wealthy Pylian prince to feed His favourite mares, and watch the generous breed, The thievith god suspected him, and took The hind afide, and thus in whispers spoke; “ Discover not the theft, whoe'er thou be, « And take that milk-white heifer for thy fee. “ Go, ftranger, cries the clown, securely on, " That stone fhall sooner tell;" and show'd a stone

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The god withdrew, but straight return'd again, In speech and habit like a country swain; And cried out, “ Neighbour, haft thou seen a stray 66 Of bullocks and of heifers pass this way? « In the recovery of my cattle join, " A bullock and a heifer shall be thine." The peasant quick replies, “ You 'll find them thers yon

dark vale :” and in the vale they were. The double bribe had his false heart beguild: The god, successful in the trial, smild; “ And dost thou thus betray myself to me? *** Me to myself doft thou betray?” says he : Then to a Touch-ftone turns the faithless fpy, And in his name records his infamy.

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THE STORY OF AGLAUROS, TRANSFORM'D

INTO A STATUE.

THIS done, the god flew up on high, and pass’d
O'er lofty Athens, by Minerva grac'd,
And wide Munichia, whilst his eyes survey
All the vast region that beneath him lay.

Twas now the feast, when each Athenian maid
Her yearly homage to Minerva paid;
In canisters, with garlands cover'd o'er ;
High on their heads their mystic gifts they bore;
And now, returning in a folemn train,
The troop of thining virgins fill'd the plain.

The god well-pleas'd beheld the pompous show,
And saw the bright procession pass below;
Then veer'd about, and took a wheeling fight,
And hover'd o'er them; as the spreading kite,

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That smells the slaughter'd victim from on high,
Flies at a distance, if the priests are nigh,
And fails around, and keeps it in her eye !
So kept the god the virgin choir in view,
And in Sow winding circles round them flew.

As Lucifer excels the meanest ftar,
Or, as the full-orb’d Phobe Lucifer;
So much drd Hersè all the rest outvy,
And gave a grace to the solemnity.
Hermes was fir'd, as in the clouds he hung:
So the cold bullet, that with fury slung
From Balearic engines mounts on high,
Glows in the whirl, and burns along the fky.
At length he pitch'd upon the ground, and show'd
The form divine, the features of a.

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He knew their virtue o’er a female heart,
And yet he strives to better them by art.
He hangs his mantle loose, and fets to show
The golden edging on the seam below;
Adjusts his flowing curls, and in his hand
Waves with an air the fleep-procuring wand :
The glittering sandals to his feet applies,
And to each heel the well-trim'd pinion ties.

His ornaments with nicest art display'd,
He seeks th' apartment of the royal maid.
The roof was all with polish'd ivory lin’d,
That, richly mix’d, in clouds of tortoise thin'd.
Three rooms contiguous in a range were plac'd;
The midmost by the beauteous Hersè grac’d;.
Her virgin fisters lodg’d on either side.
Aglauros first th' approaching god desery'd,

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And, as he cross'd her chamber, ask'd his name,
And what his business was, and whence he came.
“ I come, reply'd the god, from heaven to woo
" Your sister, and to make an aunt of you ;
“ I am the fon and messenger of Jove,

My name is Mercury, my business love;
“ Do you, kind damfel, take a lover's part,
“ And gain admittance to your sister's heart."

She star'd him in the face with looks amaz'd,
As.when she on Minerva's secret gaz’d,
And asks a mighty treasure for her hire,
And, till he brings it, makes the god retire.
Minerva griev'd to see the nymph succeed;
And now remembring the late impious deed,
When, disobedient to her strict command,
She touch'd the chest with an unhallow'd hand;
In big-fwoln fighs her inward rage expressid,
That heav'd the rising Ægis on her breast ;
Then fought out Envy in her dark abode,
Defild with ropy gore and clots of blood :
Shut from the winds, and from the wholesome skies,
In a deep vale the gloomy dungeon lies,
Dismal and cold, where not a beam of light
Invades the winter, or disturbs the night.

Directly to the cave her course she steer'd ;
Against the gates her martial lance the rear'd;
The gates flew open, and the fiend appear’d.
A poisonous morfel in her teeth she chew'd,
And gorg’d the flesh of vipers for her food,
Minerva, loathing, turn d away her eye;
The hideous monster, rising heavily,

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Came stalking forward with a sullen pace,
And left her mangled offals on the place.
Soon as she saw the goddess gay and bright,
She fetch'd a groan at such a chearful sight.
Livid and meagre were her looks, her

eye -
In foul distorted glances turn'd awry;
A hoard of gall her inward parts possessid,
And spread a greenness o'er her canker'd breast;
Her teeth were brown with ruft; and from her tongue,
In dangling drops, the stringy poison hung,
She never smiles but when the wretched weep,
Nor lulls her malice with a moment's sleep.
Restless in spite : while, watchful to destroy,
She pines and sickens at another's joy;
Foe to herself, distressing and distrest,
She bears her own tormenter in her breast.
The goddess gave (for she abhorr'd her fight)
A short command : “ To Athens speed thy flight;
« On curst Aglauros try thy utmoft art,'
“ And fix thy rankest venoms in her heart.”
This faid, her spear she puth'd against the ground,
And, mounting from it with an active bound,
Flew off to heaven: The hag with eyes

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up, and mutter'd curses as the flew; For fore she fretted, and began to grieve At the success which she herself inust give. Then takes her staff, hung round with wreaths of thorn, And fails along, in a black whirlwind borne, O'er fields and flowery meadows : where she steers Her baneful course a mighty blait appears,

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