ION AND THE BIRDS |
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EHOLD! behold! Now they come, they quit the nest On Parnassus' topmost crest. Hence! away! I warn ye all! Light not on our hallowed wall! From eave and cornice keep aloof, And from the golden gleaming roof! Herald of Jove! of birds the king! Fierce of talon, strong of wing, Hence! begone! or thou shalt know The terrors of this deadly bow. Lo! where rich the altar fumes, Soars yon swan on oary plumes. Hence, and quiver in thy flight Thy foot that gleams with purple light, Even though Phoebus' harp rejoice To mingle with thy tuneful voice; Far away thy white wings shake O'er the silver Delian lake. Hence! obey! or end in blood The music of thy sweet-voiced ode. Away! away! another stoops! Down his flagging pinion droops; Shall our marble eaves be hung With straw nests for your callow young? Hence, or dread this twanging bow, Hence, where Alpheus' waters flow. Or the Isthmian groves among Go and rear your nestling young. Hence, nor dare pollute or stain Phoebus' offerings, Phoebus' fane. Yet I feel a sacred dread, Lest your scattered plumes I shed; Holy birds! 't is yours to show Heaven's auguries to men below. Legginsy Lycra Marynarki Vistula Naszyjniki z Kamieni Pier¶cionek z Szafirem Płaszcze Jesienne Spodenki Reebok Spódniczka Jeansowa Sukienki Simple Sukienka Okazyjna Szaliki HM |