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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475837" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Metamorphoses: Book The Fourteenth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOW Glaucus, with a lover's haste, bounds o'er<br>  The swelling waves, and seeks the Latian shore.<br>  Messena, Rhegium, and the barren coast<br>  Of flaming Aetna, to his sight are lost:<br>  At length he gains the Tyrrhene seas, and views<br>  The hills where baneful philters Circe brews;<br>  Monsters, in various forms, around her press;<br>  As thus the God salutes the sorceress.<br> The O Circe, be indulgent to my grief,<br> Transformation And give a love-sick deity relief.<br> of Scylla Too well the mighty pow'r of plants I know,<br>  To those my figure, and new Fate I owe.<br>  Against Messena, on th' Ausonian coast,<br>  I Scylla view'd, and from that hour was lost.<br>  In tend'rest sounds I su'd; but still the fair<br>  Was deaf to vows, and pityless to pray'r.<br>  If numbers can avail, exert their pow'r;<br>  Or energy of plants, if plants have more.<br>  I ask no cure; let but the virgin pine<br>  With dying pangs, or agonies, like mine.<br>  No longer Circe could her flame disguise,<br>  But to the suppliant God marine, replies:<br>  When maids are coy, have manlier aims in view;<br>  Leave those that fly, but those that like, pursue.<br>  If love can be by kind compliance won;<br>  See, at your feet, the daughter of the Sun.<br>  Sooner, said Glaucus, shall the ash remove<br>  From mountains, and the swelling surges love;<br>  Or humble sea-weed to the hills repair;<br>  E'er I think any but my Scylla fair.<br>  Strait Circe reddens with a guilty shame,<br>  And vows revenge for her rejected flame.<br>  Fierce liking oft a spight as fierce creates;<br>  For love refus'd, without aversion, hates.<br>  To hurt her hapless rival she proceeds;<br>  And, by the fall of Scylla, Glaucus bleeds.<br>  Some fascinating bev'rage now she brews;<br>  Compos'd of deadly drugs, and baneful juice.<br>  At Rhegium she arrives; the ocean braves,<br>  And treads with unwet feet the boiling waves.<br>  Upon the beach a winding bay there lies,<br>  Shelter'd from seas, and shaded from the skies:<br>  This station Scylla chose: a soft retreat<br>  From chilling winds, and raging Cancer's heat.<br>  The vengeful sorc'ress visits this recess;<br>  Her charm infuses, and infects the place.<br>  Soon as the nymph wades in, her nether parts<br>  Turn into dogs; then at her self she starts.<br>  A ghastly horror in her eyes appears;<br>  But yet she knows not, who it is she fears;<br>  In vain she offers from her self to run,<br>  And drags about her what she strives to shun.<br>.<br>  The End of the Fourteenth Book.<br>  <br>  <br> Translated into English verse under the direction of<br> Sir Samuel Garth by John Dryden, Alexander Pope, Joseph Addison,<br> William Congreve and other eminent hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ovid">Ovid</a><div class=q>
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  The swelling waves, and seeks the Latian shore.
  Messena, Rhegium, and the barren coast
  Of flaming Aetna, to his sight are lost:
  At length he gains the Tyrrhene seas, and views
  The hills wher..."></div>
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