Ovid, The Rape of Europa
From
Metamorphoses, Book II, contributed to the European Prospect pages by
Laellius.
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He gently march'd along, and by degrees
Left the dry meadow, and approach'd the seas;
Where now he dips his hoofs and wets his thighs,
Now plunges in, and carries off the prize.
The frighted nymph looks backward on the shoar,
And hears the tumbling billows round her roar;
But still she holds him fast: one hand is born
Upon his back; the other grasps a horn:
Her train of ruffling garments flies behind,
Swells in the air, and hovers in the wind.
Through storms and tempests he the virgin bore,
And lands her safe on the Dictean shore;
Where now, in his divinest form array'd,
In his true shape he captivates the maid;
Who gazes on him, and with wond'ring eyes
Beholds the new majestick figure rise,
His glowing features, and celestial light,
And all the God discover'd to her sight.
Cf.
Horace, Wife
of the Invincible ,
Virgil, Europe
& Beyond,
Hippocrates, Europeans Have
Courage (margin: Aristotle, Europeans, Asians, and Greeks)