But with his hand his daughter gives To brave Bellerophon. X. A prosperous man was Glaucus’ son Then when the queenly maid he won, The pride of Lycian land: The Lycian lords obey his nod, The people hail him as a god, And own his high command. Fearless he lived without annoy, Plucking the bloom of every joy; For still, to help his need, Jove’s blue-eyed daughter, when he prayed, Was present with her heavenly aid, And lent the wingèd steed. His heart with pride was lifted high; Beyond the bounds of earth to fly Impious he weened, and scale the sky, And sit with Jove sublime. Upward and northward far he sails, O’er Carian crags and Phrygian vales, And blest Mæonia’s clime. The orient breezes round him blowing He feels; with light the ether glowing; And from the planets in their going He lists the sphery chime. Bursts far Olympus on his view Snowy, with gleams of rosy hue; And round the heavenly halls, All radiant with immortal blue, The golden battlements he knew, And adamantine walls. And on the walls, with dizzy awe, Full many a shapely form he saw Of stately grace divine: The furious Mars with terror crested, Poseidon’s power the mighty-breasted, That rules the billowy brine; And, linked with golden Aphrodite, The heavenly smith, in labour mighty, Grace matched with skill he sees; And one that in his airy hand Displayed a serpent-twisted wand, And floated on the breeze, Both capped and shod with wings; and one That lay in sumptuous ease On pillowed clouds, fair Semele’s son, And quaffed the nectar’d bowl; And one from whom the locks unshorn Flowed like ripe fields of April corn, And beaming brightness, like the morn, Shower’d radiance on the pole; And matron Juno’s awful face; And Dian, mistress of the chase; And Pallas, that with eye of blue Now sternly meets the hero’s view, Whom erst she met with love; And, like a star of purer ray, Apart, whom all the gods obey, The thunder-launching Jove. The ravishment of such fair sight Thrilled sense and soul with quick delight To bold Bellerophon; Entranced he looked; his wingèd steed, Struck with the brightness, checked its speed,