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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=528351" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bacchanals</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Agave of the vermeil-tinted cheek<br>And Ino and Autonoae marshalled erst<br>Three bands of revellers under one hill-peak.<br>They plucked the wild-oak's matted foliage first,<br>Lush ivy then, and creeping asphodel;<br>And reared therewith twelve shrines amid the untrodden fell:<br> <br>To Semele three, to Dionysus nine.<br>Next, from a vase drew offerings subtly wrought,<br>And prayed and placed them on each fresh green shrine;<br>So by the god, who loved such tribute, taught.<br>Perched on the sheer cliff, Pentheus could espy<br>All, in a mastick hoar ensconced that grew thereby.<br> <br>Autonoae marked him, and with, frightful cries<br>Flew to make havoc of those mysteries weird<br>That must not be profaned by vulgar eyes.<br>Her frenzy frenzied all. Then Pentheus feared<br>And fled: and in his wake those damsels three,<br>Each with her trailing robe up-gathered to the knee.<br> <br>'What will ye, dames,' quoth Pentheus. 'Thou shalt guess<br>At what we mean, untold,' Autonoae said.<br>Agave moaned-so moans a lioness<br>Over her young one-as she clutched his head:<br>While Ino on the carcass fairly laid<br>Her heel, and wrenched away shoulder and shoulder-blade.<br> <br>Autonoae's turn came next: and what remained<br>Of flesh their damsels did among them share,<br>And back to Thebes they came all carnage-stained,<br>And planted not a king but aching there.<br>Warned by this tale, let no man dare defy<br>Great Bacchus; lest a death more awful he should die,<br> <br>And when he counts nine years or scarcely ten,<br>Rush to his ruin. May I pass my days<br>Uprightly, and be loved of upright men!<br>And take this motto, all who covet praise:<br>('Twas AEgis-bearing Zeus that spake it first:)<br>'The godly seed fares well: the wicked's is accurst.'<br> <br>Now bless ye Bacchus, whom on mountain snows,<br>Prisoned in his thigh till then, the Almighty laid.<br>And bless ye fairfaced Semele, and those<br>Her sisters, hymned of many a hero-maid,<br>Who wrought, by Bacchus fired, a deed which none<br>May gainsay-who shall blame that which a god hath done?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Theocritus">Theocritus</a><div class=q>
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And Ino and Autonoae marshalled erst
Three bands of revellers under one hill-peak.
They plucked the wild-oak's matted foliage first,
Lush ivy then, and creeping asphodel;
And reared therewith twelve shrines amid t..."></div>
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