ns;
"The bow Haemonian, by the Centaur bent;
"The Lion's countenance grim; the Scorpion's claws
"Bent cruel in a circuit large; the Crab
"In lesser compass curving. Hard the task
"To rule the steeds with those fierce fires inflam'd,
"Within their breasts, which through their nostrils glow.
"Scarce bear they my control, when mad with heat
"Their high necks spurn the rein. But, oh! my son,
"Beware lest I a fatal gift bestow.
"Retract, while yet thou may'st, thy rash demand.
"Sure tokens thou requir'st to prove thee sprung
"From me,--the genuine offspring of my blood:
"My anxious trembling is a token true;
"Paternal terrors plainly prove the sire.
"Lo! on my features fix thine eyes; as well,
"I would thou could'st them place within my breast,
"And view the anguish of a father's cares.
"Last throw thy looks around; the riches view,
"Whatever earth contains, and some demand;
"Some of so many and such mighty gifts:
"In heaven, or earth, or sea, 'tis undeny'd.
"This only would I grant not, as its grant
"Is punishment, not favor. Phaeton
"Asks evil for a gift. Why, foolish boy,
"Hang on my neck thus coaxing with thine arms?
"Whate'er thou would'st, thou shalt. The Stygian streams
"Have heard me swear. But make a wiser wish."
His admonition ceas'd, but all advice
Was bootless: still his resolution holds;
To guide the chariot still his bosom burns.
The sire, his every effort vain, at length
Forth to the lofty car, Vulcanian gift,
Brings the rash youth. Of gold the axle shone;
The pole of gold; by gold the rolling wheels
Were circled; every spoke with silver bright;
Upon the seat bright chrysolites display'd,
With various jewels shed a dazzling light,
From Sol reflected. All the high-soul'd youth
Admir'd, and while he curious view'd each part,
Behold Aurora from the purple east
Wide throws the ruddy portals, and displays
The halls with roses strewn: the starry host
Fly, driven by Lucifer,--himself the last
To quit his heavenly station. Sol beheld
The earth and sky grow red, and Luna's horns
Blunt, and prepar'd to vanish. Straight he bade
The flying hours to yoke the steeds: his words
The nimble goddesses obey, and lead
The steeds fire-breathing from their lofty stalls,
Ambrosia fed, and fix the sounding reins.
Then with a sacred ointment Phoebus smear'd
The face of Phaeton,--unscorch'd to bear
The fervid blaze;