Thesauros Edebiyat Destan Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses Ovid 43 B.C.-17 or 18 A.D

Kitap 6

 
And of his sonne he termes himselfe the wretched grave. Anon 587
 
With naked sword and furious heart he followeth fierce upon
 
Pandions daughters. He that had bene present would have deemde
 
Their bodies to have hovered up with fethers. As they seemde,
 
So hovered they with wings in deede. Of whome the one away
 
To woodward flies, the other still about the house doth stay.
 
And of their murther from their brestes not yet the token goth,
 
For even still yet are stainde with bloud the fethers of them both.
 
And he through sorrow and desire of vengeance waxing wight,
 
Became a Bird upon whose top a tuft of feathers light
 
In likenesse of a Helmets crest doth trimly stand upright.
 
In stead of his long sword, his bill shootes out a passing space:
 
A Lapwing named is this Bird, all armed seemes his face.
 
The sorrow of this great mischaunce did stop Pandions breath 675
 
Before his time, and long ere age determinde had his death.
 
Erecthey reigning after him the government did take:
 
A Prince of such a worthinesse as no man well can make
 
Resolution, if he more in armes or justice did excell.
 
Foure sonnes, and daughters foure he had. Of which a couple well
 
Did eche in beautie other match. The one of these whose name
 
Was Procris unto Cephalus, King Aeolus sonne, became
 
A happie wife. The Thracians and King Tereus were a let
 
To Boreas: so that long it was before the God could gt
 
His dearbeloved Orithya, while trifling he did stand
 
With faire entreatance rather than did use the force of hand.
 
But when he saw he no reliefe by gentle meanes could finde,
 
Then turning unto boystous wrath (which unto that same winde
 
Is too familiar and too much accustomed by kinde)
 
He said: I served am but well: for whylaid I apart
 
My proper weapons, fiercenesse, force, and ire, and cruell hart?
 
And fell to fauning like a foole, which did me but disgrace?
 
For me is violence meete. Through this the pestred cloudes I chace.
 
Through this I tosse the Seas. Through this I turne up knottie Okes,
 
And harden Snow, and beate the ground in hayle with sturdie strokes,
 
When I my brothers chaunce to get in open Ayre and Skie.
 
(For that is my fielde in the which my maisteries I doe trie)
 
I charge upon them with such brunt, that of our meeting smart
 
The Heaven betweene us soundes, and from the hollow Cloudes doth start
 
Enforced fire. And when I come in holes of hollow ground,
 
And fiersly in those emptie caves doe rouse my backe up round,

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