Blackwood's Edinburgh magazine, Vol. 76, No. 467, September 1854Various
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Blackwood's Edinburgh magazine, Vol. 76, No. 467, September 1854
Various
England -- Periodicals; Scotland -- Periodicals
She ranges freely through each fold,
And licks the fleecy slaughter;
And, when her humour waxes wild,
No flesh she spares of man or child,
Echidna’s gory daughter.
Now hear me, noble Glaucus’ son,
Most valiant knight, Bellerophon;
Thou hast a face that seems to court
A dangerous business as a sport—
This thing I ask thee then;
Wilt thou go forth, and dare to tame
This murtherous monster breathing flame,
And win thyself a deathless name
Among the Xanthian men?”
VII.
Thus he—(for in his heart he thought
Such venture must with life be bought).
But brave Bellerophon
Guileless received the guileful plan,
And, as an eager-purposed man,
Buckled his armour on.
Alone he went: of such emprise
With this bold-breasted stranger
No one shall share, a herald cries,
The glory or the danger.
By Xanthus’ stream he wends him then,
And leftward up the hollow glen
Where Pandarus’ city, like a tower,
Rises begirt with rocky power;
Then upward, still he goes,
Where black-browed mountains round him lower,
And ‘neath chill winter’s grisly bower
The sunless water flows.
Upon a steep rock hoar with eld
A yawning cave his eye beheld,
High-perched; and to that cave no trace
Of road upon the mountain’s face,
But, like an eagle’s nest,
Sublime it hung. He looked again,
And from the cave a tawny mane
Shook o’er the rocky crest;
And now a lion’s head forth came,
And now, O Heaven! long tongues of flame
Ran wreathing round the hill.
No fear the son of Glaucus knew,
But pricked his forward will
The rock-perched monster to pursue:
On right, on left, he sought a clue
To thread that steep-faced hill;
But though the day had much ado,
When night came down with sable hue
It found him searching still.
Hid in the tangled brakes around
Next morn a rugged chasm he found,
That oped into an archway wide
Right through the hollow mountain-side;
Here plunged the knight; and then
With eager foot emerging speeds
Along a rocky ledge that leads
To dire Chimera’s den.
The monster hears his coming tread,
And with a hideous roar
Trails forth its length, and shows its head
And mouth all daubed with gore.
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