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Tag: Serpens / a constellation
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Cadmus salutes the soil, and gladly hails
The new-found mountains, and the nameless vales,
And thanks the Gods, and turns about his eye
To see his new dominions round him lye;
Europa , has , on the advice of the
the lonely cow, / Unworn with yokes,
unbroken to the plow had stoop’d,
and couch’d amid the rising grass,
vales, valleys
Then sends his servants to a neighb’ring grove
For living streams, a sacrifice to Jove.
Cadmus , a prince, would’ve had
a retinue, followers, Hamlet for
instance, his Horatio , his
Jove , note, is the god who abducted
to our story, isn’t yet supposed to
know this, never having found his
sister, nor identified, consequently,
her ravisher, namely Jove , the god
to whom Cadmus is now about to
give sacrifice, give thanks
O’er the wide plain there rose a shady wood
Of aged trees; in its dark bosom stood
A bushy thicket, pathless and unworn,
O’er-run with brambles, and perplex’d with thorn:
perplex’d, a wonderful metaphor
here for entangled, enmeshed
Amidst the brake a hollow den was found,
With rocks and shelving arches vaulted round.
brake, bracken, brush
Deep in the dreary den, conceal’d from day,
Sacred to Mars, a mighty dragon lay,
Mars , god of War
a mighty dragon, dragons, it appears,
go back to very prehistory, perhaps
dinosaurs, and the like, that made its
way into our poetic imagination
Bloated with poison to a monstrous size;
Fire broke in flashes when he glanc’d his eyes:
glanc’d his eyes, threw glances at
His tow’ring crest was glorious to behold,
crest, as in roosters, or reptiles
His shoulders and his sides were scal’d with gold;
scal’d, having scales, plates,
overlapping surfaces
Three tongues he brandish’d when he charg’d his foes;
His teeth stood jaggy in three dreadful rowes.
rowes, rows, three dreadful ones,
one behind the other
The Tyrians in the den for water sought ,
The Tyrians, Cadmus and his men,
all originally from Tyre
And with their urns explor’d the hollow vault:
urns, to collect from living streams
within the vault a sacrifice to Jove
From side to side their empty urns rebound,
rebound, knock against a harder
surface repeatedly
And rowse the sleeping serpent with the sound.
rowse, rouse
Strait he bestirs him, and is seen to rise;
he bestirs him, he bestirs himself
And now with dreadful hissings fills the skies,
And darts his forky tongues, and rowles his glaring eyes.
rowles, rolls
The Tyrians drop their vessels in the fright,
vessels, urns
All pale and trembling at the hideous sight.
Spire above spire uprear’d in air he stood,
Spire above spire, scale upon scale
uprear’d, reared up
he, the serpent
And gazing round him over-look’d the wood:
overlook’d, looked over, surveyed
Then floating on the ground in circles rowl’d;
rowl’d, rolled
Then leap’d upon them in a mighty fold.
fold , embrace, encirclement
Of such a bulk, and such a monstrous size
The serpent in the polar circle lyes,
That stretches over half the northern skies.
The serpent in the polar circle, Serpens ,
a constellation in the Northern Hemisphere
in close proximity to the North Pole
lyes, lies
In vain the Tyrians on their arms rely,
their arms, their weapons
In vain attempt to fight, in vain to fly:
All their endeavours and their hopes are vain;
Some die entangled in the winding train;
the winding train, the serpent’s
tail
Some are devour’d, or feel a loathsom death,
Swoln up with blasts of pestilential breath.
stay tuned
R ! chard
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Mean-while the restless horses neigh’d aloud,
Breathing out fire, and pawing where they stood.
Tethys, not knowing what had past, gave way,
And all the waste of Heav’n before ’em lay.
who seems to have some sort of
controlling force in the heavens,
and concern for the regularity of its
movements, though I haven’t yet
figured out her specific purpose,
position, in the scheme of things
They spring together out, and swiftly bear
The flying youth thro’ clouds and yielding air;
They, the horses
The flying youth, Phaeton
With wingy speed outstrip the eastern wind,
And leave the breezes of the morn behind. “
the eastern wind, Eurus , which you
The youth was light, nor cou’d he fill the seat,
Or poise the chariot with its wonted weight:
wonted, usual, the chariot is lighter
now that only Phaeton’s lesser
weight is in it rather than that of his
heavier father
poise, superb word here suggestive
of the delicacy, the precariousness,
of the operation, not to mention its
grace
But as at sea th’ unballass’d vessel rides,
unballass’d, without ballast,
unstable, destabilized
Cast to and fro, the sport of winds and tides;
So in the bounding chariot toss’d on high,
The youth is hurry’d headlong through the sky.
Soon as the steeds perceive it, they forsake
Their stated course, and leave the beaten track.
The youth was in a maze,
you can hear the etymology of amaze
here, was in a maze, caught up in a
conundrum, completely disoriented
nor did he know
Which way to turn the reins, or where to go;
Nor wou’d the horses, had he known, obey.
had he known, Phaeton didn’t know,
as his father would have, his horses
Then the sev’n stars first felt Apollo’s ray,
And wish’d to dip in the forbidden sea.
the sev’n stars, the Pleiades , a star
cluster , closest to the earth, would
resort to the coolness of the sea,
supposedly, upon being subjected
to the heat of Apollo’s ray, or rays
forbidden, probably forbidding
The folded serpent next the frozen pole,
Stiff and benum’d before, began to rowle,
The folded serpent, the constellation
And raged with inward heat, and threaten’d war,
And shot a redder light from ev’ry star;
a redder light, the brightest star,
constellation Serpens , is called
greater understanding of the
cosmos, call such stars red giant s
because of a distinctive ring they
present around their core for
reasons of thermodynamics, Ovid
is using this cosmic peculiarity
here for his own poetic purposes
Nay, and ’tis said Bootes too, that fain
Thou woud’st have fled, tho’ cumber’d with thy wane.
constellation, like Serpens , in the
northern sky
cumbered, encumbered
wane, to lose its vigour
Th’ unhappy youth then, bending down his head,
Saw Earth and Ocean far beneath him spread.
His colour chang’d, he startled at the sight,
And his eyes darken’d by too great a light.
darken’d, blinded, by too great a light
Now cou’d he wish the fiery steeds untry’d,
untry’d, o, that he had not attempted to
take on the fiery steeds, Phaeton rues,
nor to have ridden at all the Chariot of
the Sun
His birth obscure, and his request deny’d:
had Phaeton only left [h]is birth obscure,
not demanded to know who his father
was, and been denied, been deny’d , this
horrifying proof of it would not be now
so threatening
Now wou’d he Merops for his father own,
stepfather, Phaeton would now willingly
accept, own, Merops as his father, and
give up his claim to being son of the
Sun god
And quit his boasted kindred to the sun.
kindred, originating from the same family,
spirit
So fares the pilot, when his ship is tost
In troubled seas, and all its steerage lost,
He gives her to the winds, and in despair
Seeks his last refuge in the Gods and pray’r.
after a lifetime’s consideration, I’ve
determined there are only two things
one can do when confronted with a
dire situation, pray for grace, and
make sure your tie’s on right’s stepfather
Phaeton , one extrapolates, is doing
at least one of these two things, the
rest being up to the Gods, his last
refuge
stay tuned
R ! chard