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If it could be he deserved his death, let it be judged he did – ah, wretched child, it is my fault he suffers for! 8. Perhaps, cruel one, you’ll still sleep with me, unwillingly. right away in taking them from her tender lips. What herbs and what medicines did my nurse not bring to me, applying them with bold hand to drive forth entirely from my bosom – this was the only secret we kept from you – the burden that was increasing there! He arrived, they say, sightly in much gold, bearing upon his person the wealth of Phrygia, and potent in ships and men, with which fierce wars are fought – and how great a part of his princely power came with him? You alone lack to make the crime complete. If you ask you’ll find Electra the Pleiad, and Jove in my line. So many vain things move me, wrong that’s done deceives. Why did I take a step? and betray the chaste rights of your lawful bed? Helle’s waters whiten with unruly waves. and may its flame never become cold ashes. She brought me a helpful breeze, and a following wind –. Make sure you tell her, in order, how you were first known to me. and the memory of your words remains in her ears. Can it be my grievous fortune will hold the ways it first began, and ever remain bitter in its course? – drew arms and came to the grapple each with each. more than once my drunkenness was feigned. but I fear lest your love strays like the wind. or tell me which is indeed the way to the gods! he throws away the wreathes, tearing them from his brow. She stood before me, and said: “Since thou art burning with unrequited flame, Ambracia is the land thou needs must seek. I’ll not cry out against the unheeding waves. and Capella’s Kids wound me and the waters? Her troubles were of a political nature. Mercury, the grandchild of mighty Atlas and Pleione, appeared before my eyes, driven on his swift wings –, it was lawful to see it, let it be lawful to say what I saw –. whom a bite of grass made suddenly a god. But I, alas, am so wretched! Euripides wrote a Medea, and was followed by Ennius, Accius, and Ovid himself, whose play is lost, and Seneca. You’ll see Troy, and its strong walls with high turrets. and I’ll try to cross the uninviting waters. is delivered to you, makes his way from harbour. and there was a rod of gold in the god’s fingers. Cleis. Do I call you back? On the field I counted it out – that field which you had to plough before you could bear away the fleece. or I’ll follow you rather than your gifts. like swift horses of Elis, released from the starting gate. you’ll bear a famous name, to all posterity. or because I’m distressed by some new rumour. [89] Words like these – and how slight a part of them is here! Ovid: The Metamorphoses: a new complete downloadable English translation with comprehensive index, and other poetry translations including Baudelaire , Chinese, European . and grant me now your brother’s healing aid. Helen to Paris and while I marvelled at you greatly, a sure sign of passion. And distance creates more fear, for the absent. And now I sail, by her divine command – you shouldn’t sin. Probably as a pirate. If you don’t spare yourself, spare your beloved girl. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. whom you cruelly allow to die from a shameful illness. you shouldn’t only complain of what you receive from me. Ah me! and our halls will not hold all the daughters of Phyrgia. I’ll endure anything: I only fear that your hand. and now, by nods, I gave you secret messages. Then will I consecrate to Phoebus my shell, our common boon, and under it shall be writ one verse, and a second: 11. and Delos is drenched with sacrificial blood. The moon offered only a trembling light, to my going. be the winds, for sure, or your father, and not some woman! Oenone to Paris. on the golden ram, with its woolly fleece: nevertheless I don’t need the services of a ram, or a boat. Reading the word ‘marriage’ I blushed with shame. Kline, A.S., (poetry translation) "Ovid - The Heroides" Author Email: [email protected] Description of text The Heroides: Ovid's fictional letters written by eighteen mythological women to their lovers. You are suited to hurling about great ships with your might. He rules the winds, alas! Still it should be said. when, a lover, I slipped from my father’s door. Also I’ve read, on our corner of the table beneath my name, what the letters, composed with wine, spelt: ‘I love.’. Perhaps as I gazed at this, I was gazed at by you, Acontius. and my innocence was seen to be capable of capture. 11. Before, I complained that this was the only way for me: but now I also complain that I fail because of the wind. and willingly give my captive hands to your wishes: and full of shame, with my eyes fixed on the ground. though the reason for my promise has been fully rehearsed. You too, how could you hope for me to be faithful. Let your fragile body be wearied no longer by this letter, and let it be closed with the usual ending: ‘Farewell!’. holds you in his embrace, and enjoys you to the full: but I, in short, scarcely see you when the tables are set. as Hippodamia came to Phrygian Pelops’s breast. I’m not a low-born man choosing a noble wife. to the straits, and weeps for her drowned child, with the water’s flow: or Ino, the stepmother, now a sea-goddess, stirs the sea. I spoke these words or ones not unlike them. 5s. Is this the reward that comes, by your praise of marvellous beauty. and temples you’d say were fit for the gods. Grant only that you won’t reject a Phrygian husband too easily. It’s true he sailed for Crete with a following wind: but don’t think everything is as you’d wish! but his swelling wrath he does not rule, and the realms of his possession are less wide than his faults. Penelope to Ulysses 2. So why have you, who so often felt the power of love. I told my mother of the promise my deceived tongue made. You must either alter your beauty or be less harsh: Chastity conflicts with great loveliness. This the god, this his seer, this his oracle declare: ah, no power is lacking to support your wishes! [83] And now he had ordered his little grandchild thrown to the gods and birds, to be abandoned in some solitary place. When I’ve suffered the storm, I’ll use my arms as oars: Meanwhile let this stay with you, all night, instead of me. sleep stealthily overcomes my weary eyes. he found no time more fitting, to see his Cretan kingdom –. Let Menelaus battle, let him press to meet the foe; to seek the wife from the midst of the foe is the husband’s part. and whatever else Delos displays – and I can’t remember. He’s all in gold, and driving a team of horses!” Then straight I rent my cloak and beat my breast and cried aloud, and my cheeks were at the mercy of my nails. Is it presents like this, O my sire, you give me on my marriage? Paris to Helen don’t wish to repay your promise to me, repay the goddess. EPISTLES 11 - 15. Stanford Libraries' official online search tool for books, media, journals, databases, government documents and more. and, when you think nothing’s more certain, vanishes. If the forces of love are in the seed it could hardly be. I’m enfeebled by emaciation: my colour is bloodless. May I die if you were worthy of my speaking truthfully: but I’m more just to you than you deserve. and I’m punished, and have been punished, for your deceit? or Callisto’s Bear shining at the frozen pole: But it does not please me for the loves of Perseus. that’s called by the name of her hated step-daughter? and my fate be charged with guilt before yours! Jupiter’s consort mentioned kingdoms: his daughter valour: I might wish to think about power or being brave. But the shape of the peaceful deep changes quickly. By as much as all the stars yield to your fires. Let her make merry, and lie aloft on the Tyrian purple – she shall weep, and the flames7 that consume her will surpass my own! He takes your hand and, hated by the gods, and by me. If you’re ashamed, and fear lest you’re seen to go with me. You ask the cause. The gods keep you from being too eager! They were still in the palace. Often I’ve whispered or, not even aloud, I’ve said: ‘This man has no shame!’ nor did that voice deceive me. and early C1st A.D., during the reign of the Emperor Augustus. Hermione to Orestes 9. The final flare when the fire at the altar is quenched. She spoke, and, with her gift and her beauty both approved. 20. looking back at my lady, when I can, all the way. Why, if Phrixus and his sister Helle were carried over them. Why exult in your words if they deceived me. It is still summer. You’d become at once the author and critic of the offence. I raised myself strongly, high above the waves. as sponsor of his union, accompanied by a little Cupid. Hermione to Orestes 9. Yet I’m not angry – who’s angered by a lover? what will you consider the daughters of Greece possess? and I don’t sit grimly with a frown on my brow. I’d have embarked with him, except that when he cast off. If justice, or what is right, was your care. Ah, too full of life, the little thing withstood the arts employed against it, and was kept safe from its hidden foe! But don’t ignore me: I seek from the god of Delphi, who foretells. I gave you no behests – nor would I have given any, save not to be unmindful of me. If you’ll do this, when the signal’s sounded. Heed the winds that say you nay! Your Phrygians are readying your sails: while you speak to me, while you arrange the hoped-for night. or chasing the hope of vanishing water with one’s mouth? 6. Hypsipyle to Jason Ovid's Heroides (Paperback). His rhymed couplets convey Ovid's unmistakable voice, by turns frivolous and pathetic, learned and racy. I wonder if I’d prefer to be a whole world distant. And I’m troubled no less by last night’s dream. Kept close in the palace am I, bound with heavy chains; and the cause of my punishment is that I was faithful. Jupiter delights in these intrigues, and lovely Venus: such an intrigue surely gave you Jove for a father. You men, now hunting, now farming pleasant country, Either the market occupies you or, oiled, you’re bent at the skills. You see no more than them, but you dare more rashly: you’ve no more judgement, but less composure. Cydippe, I fear to tell you the truth. If you don’t see it, Boreas, you rage against me not the waves. I don’t greatly fear that the winds will delay my prayers. and don’t love him, I will be surely be fine. He ransomed the courtesan Rhodopis from Egypt, and was reproved by Sappho in a poem. Bring for me the torches ye bear, Erinyes dark, and let my funeral pyre blaze bright from the fires ye give! rather I sought out my wish, by the dark-blue roads. Phyllis to Demophoon 3. I brought these desires with me: I didn’t find them here. [3] Report says you are held in Aulis by the wind.2 Ah, when you were leaving me behind, where then was this wind? and, born from the waves, she smoothes the sea-lanes. or you won’t be able to endure the effort of a double journey. Do you think that while I lived I’d let you leave my side? I’ll give you an assurance of my promise without delay. and was fluent in a verse that brought me little luck. Let others go to the wars; let Protesilaus love! I could no longer deny myself that hope of mine. how great the care that it was not wasted. My courage might have passed boldly through these trials. with your rivalry, and I’m wounded by my own charm itself. a statue of fresh marble looks like this: the silver set out on the table is the same. might sufficiently understand your gift of beauty? OVID was a Latin poet who flourished in Rome in the late C1st B.C. Either I haven’t learnt how rash I might be. So when day’s done, and night’s more friendly hour. With means like these were you overcome, I suspect, O Leda’s daughter, sister to the Twins; these are the things I feel may be working the Danaäns woe. The wind will speed you on your course; do you but weigh anchor! Now I remember, when the sea was no less, or a little less. 2. A woman am I, and a maid, gentle in nature and in years; my tender hands ill suit fierce weapons. But let your prayer. and love won’t be hindered by the winds: if the tale of your crimes against Amymone, and Tyro. and let whatever on earth pleases you be yours! Your face was in my mind before I saw you with my eyes: news of your fame first brought me the wound. I do not plead for thee to love, but to let thyself be loved. Of the number of the brothers but a scantest part remains. and your comeliness, and your modest, and refined appearance. But the fates aren’t kind: why now would they delay my pledge. [79] ‘Twas early morn, and Danaus counted o’er his sons-in’-aw that lay there slain. Theseus who also took you, snatched the Minoan, Ariadne: yet Minos did not call on the Cretans to take up arms. My blood retreated, warmth left my body and soul, and on my newly-wedded couch all chill I lay. Dragons and maddened bulls, it seems, I could subdue; a man alone I could not; I, who could beat back fierce fire with wise drugs, have not the power to escape the flames of my own passion. I’m sitting on a rock, sadly gazing at your other shore. Why is the law of use to you now, my needing to swear by rote. [175] Perhaps, too, when you wish to make boast to your stupid mate and say what will pleasure her unjust ears, you will fashion strange slanders against my face and against my ways. more too than you may be able to give back to me. Phaedra to Hippolytus I was acknowledged a son of the king, by proven signs. didn’t happen without the counsel and will of the gods. my mother arranged my hair as prescribed. Thou art the mistress of great Jove, that rival to be dreaded by his sister – and must quiet thy fierce hunger with the leafy branch and grassy turf, drink at the spring, and gaze astonied on thine image there, and fear lest the arms thou bearest may wound thyself! While it’s new, we should fight love’s inception the more! Read on! In this way, o youth, conqueror of the swollen waters. Perhaps she’ll even touch you, with her snow-white teeth, bringing you to her lips, when she wishes to break your seal.’. Dido to Aeneas 8. Phyllis to Demophoon 3. Compare Amores II. She is already near the threshold – my father’s ears have caught the crying sound, and the babe is lost, betrayed by his own sign! Yet you trim sail to leave your homes, though the sea forbids! or that my beauty’s not well-known to me, but because credulity’s usually harmful to girls. Stranger to our bed I say, I say to you, leave! my blameworthy body would not have needed help: now I grieve that I was praised, now you destroy me. and I love her, now, whom you perhaps might. Do you trust me in this? pleading that she might bring you her shining hands? Because my hand shrank from driving into your throat the steel, I am charged with crime; I should be praised, had I but dared the deed. when granted the death himself, that he’d granted creatures before. it’s better in fact at making strokes in the placid sea: For seven nights, a space of time longer to me than a year. Fierce as he is, far harsher than his own east-winds, he would look dry-eyed upon my wounds. – and by the heavenly Nine who are my deities, I swear to you, when someone said to me: “Your joys are flying from you!” for a long time I could not weep, and could not speak! she who trustingly fondled the illusory bird in her lap. you’d have conceded to my greater love. On the one hand was love, on the other, fear; and fear increased my very love. What might you do if love was not known to you? 14. Lest your mother’s still unsure how vital the words might be. If I am not dazzling fair, Cepheus’ Andromeda was fair in Perseus’ eyes, though dusky with the hue of her native land. “Here, mother, come out!” 6 he cries to me. I could not keep from groans. I a girl, taken in, scarcely aware of trickery? [71] Last cause of all are you for my complaint. What do you want here? or even being fierce towards a whole fleet: It’s shameful for the god of the sea to terrify a young swimmer. I looked up to her, and said: ‘Favour me, bright goddess. Do you hope this thoughtless man, my Tyndaris. Take pity, and guard us both. I felt the whole of both cheeks had reddened. But you were swept headlong hence; and the wind that invited forth your sails was one your seamen longed for, not I; it was a wind suited to seamen, not to one who loved. And Actaeon is witness, once taken to be a wild creature. The joyful house increased, accepting a long lost child. [85] Clear it is that Juno’s wrath endures from the time the mortal maid became a heifer, and the heifer became a goddess.6 Yet it is punishment enough that the tender maid was a lowing beast, and, but now so fair, could not retain Jove’s love. if your every care’s not for your guest. What can I tell you of the crowds, and the host of warriors? Of all the abducted have any been brought back by armies? [51] Aeëtes has spoken; in gloom you all rise up, and the high table is removed from the purple-spread couches. Ah me! The Bacchic frenzy. and I’ll be rich in heaped weights of gold! 6. Now we’ll offend in what our hour of marriage will set right. What is the cause of thy flight? It’s also I confess your rare beauty: and a girl. It’s brief and pleasure is untrue: Oh, let’s bind our eager passions more firmly. Something portentous, surely, is working in my soul! EPISTLES 11 - 15. and ponder the reason for your delayed passage: or I watch the sea stirred by hostile winds. What you complain of is capable of uniting us. as long as love’s shown to be the reason for it. There was no Aeetes, to whom, scorned, she might return. I repress my groans, and try to take back the words that slip from me, and force myself to drink my very tears. I don’t have enough confidence in my body to think that I. might have been the finest gift the goddess could call on. One house will display the wealth of a city. and no better waters exist for my vessel. – to trust myself to the sea, woman though I was, and now with guilt upon me. have reddened, as they did in Dian’s temple. Twilight had just settled on the earth; it was the last part of day and the first of night. why throw yourself at me? [7] Ah me! They were the reason for so long a journey. and seeking moisture in the midst of the stream. Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved. May my enemies experience such feasts as ours. Exhausted, I can scarcely drag myself through the vast waters. Hero to Leander there was nothing else that could captivate my eyes. who said no more to me than that they were frightened. To Mars the bulls belonged, raging with more than mere horns, for their breathing was of terrible fire; of solid bronze were their feet, wrought round with bronze their nostrils, made black, too, by the blasts of their own breath. Many things come to mind: but, to say more in person. Nay, even the branches have laid aside their leafage, and no birds warble their sweet complaint; only the Daulian bird, most mournful mother who wreaked unholy vengeance on her lord, laments in son Ismarian Itys. Have I neglected your altars, of all the deities: is it that. this letter, that I pray, myself, to follow, with the least delay. if not I’d be as foolish as indeed he is himself. I pray that my lady’s perjury falls on my head: Lest I’m ignorant what’s happening, I often, secretly. the gaze which my eyes can scarcely bear. They so much wanted to win: they were fired up. That’s my native land: nor can you condemn my ancestors. How can your beauty, which I’ve not had pleasure in seeing. when the author of them has made them precious. and wipes the thick spices from his shining hair: and he’s ashamed to stand there, joyful, among the mournful crowd. Since I suspect your noble cheeks. hac fruar; haec de te gaudia sola feram. and each return, once more, to the cities we came from: that would be little, but better than nothing at all. Now you’re warned by my voice, now by this sickness. by the arrows from a bow, fired from a distance. Would I were eloquent now! to me in vain, she who’s urged me to take this course. of wrestling, or you guide your horse’s neck with a bridle: now you trap a bird, now draw a fish to your hook. Dido to Aeneas 8. I will not tell you aught untrue: thrice did my hand raise high the piercing blade, and thrice, having basely raised it, fell again. The "Heroides" is now available in a verse translation written by the poet Daryl Hine. and hindering that scarcely fortunate journey. When I saw you, I was stunned, and, astonished. at the same time unruly passion’s in my body. Nor can I fashion aught of song to suit the well-ordered string; songs are the labour of minds care-free! and you, ah me! 2. Virgin, cease to fear! Equally, if you’d been in that competition. Grief stops my art, and all my genius is halted by my woes. I shake slumber from me, and pray to the apparitions of night; there is no Thessalian altar without smoke of mine; I offer incense, and let fall upon it my tears, and the flame brightens up again as when wine has been sprinkled o’er.4 When shall I clasp you, safe returned, in my eager arms, and lose myself in languishing delight? At times I fondle you, and utter words that seem almost the waking truth, and my lips keep vigil for my senses. and, catching his hand when he touches me, I push it away. Forgive my confession: I’m not patient in my love. if you’re wise, you won’t let him approach your threshold. which, being read out loud, in sacred Diana’s presence. – play tricks on my husband! You yoke together the bronze-footed bulls with your body unharmed by their fire, and cleave the solid mould with the share as you were bid. to its harbour, and, our kingdom held no doors shut against you. This bed’s not free. perhaps some other, whom I’d least wish, is present. then demand the rights of the promised bed by law. They were all worthy of winning, and as judge I lamented. You who so enter, are you friend or enemy? Now I fear, and am ashamed, though not conscious of any guilt. – Your fame is less than the truth. Canace to Macareus so that the gods will be ready to hear your prayers. Often I look to see if your footprints might mark the shore. and is my desire now visible, perhaps more than I wish? and savage love blazes in my tender heart. May she continue, the passion in my heart exhorts me. and let the cliffs of Latmia suggest themselves to your mind. My witness be Juno, ward of the rites of wedlock, and the goddess in whose marble shrine we stand!”. 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