Thesauros Edebiyat Destan Metamorphoses

Metamorphoses

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

Kitap 8

 
achievement! Let Diana shield the brute! 365
 
Despite her utmost effort my right hand
 
shall slaughter him!” So mighty in his boast
 
he puffed himself; and, lifting with both hands
 
his double-edged axe, he stood erect,
 
on tiptoe fiercely bold. The savage boar
 
caught him, and ripped his tushes through his groin,
 
a spot where death is sure.—Ancaeus fell;
 
and his torn entrails and his crimson blood
 
stained the fair verdure of the spot with death.
 
Ixion's doughty son was running straight
 
against the monster, shaking his long lance
 
with nervous vigor in his strong right hand;
 
but Theseus, standing at a distance called:
 
“Beware! beware, O, dearest of my friends;
 
be valiant at a distance, or the fate
 
of rashly-bold Ancaeus may be yours!”
 
Even as he spoke he balanced in his hand
 
his brazen-pointed lance of corner wood;
 
with aim so true it seemed the great boar's death
 
was certain, but an evergreen oak branch
 
shielded the beast.—Then Jason hurled his dart,
 
which turned by chance, transfixed a luckless dog
 
and pinned him yelping, to the sanguine earth.—
 
So fared those heroes. Better fortune gave
 
success to Meleager; first he threw
 
a spear that missed and quivered in the ground;
 
but next he hurled a spear with certain aim.
 
It pierced the middle of the monster's back;
 
and rushing in upon the dreaded beast,
 
while raging it was whirling round and round,
 
the fearless prince provoked to greater rage
 
the wounded adversary. Bloody froth
 
dripped down his champing jaws—his purple blood
 
poured from a rankling wound. Without delay
 
the mighty Meleager plunged a spear
 
deep in the monster's shoulder. All his friends
 
raised a glad shout, and gathering round him, tried
 
to grasp his hand.—With wonder they beheld
 
the monster's bulk stretched out upon the plain;

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