Ἀλλ’ ἁ μοιριδία τις δύνασις δεινά· Οὔτ’ ἄν νιν ὄμβρος, οὔτ’ Ἄρης, Οὐ πύργος, οὐχ ἁλίκτυποι Κελαιναὶ νᾶες ἐκφύγοιεν. Soph. _Antig._ 951. “Crushing is the power of Fate! which neither the elements, nor Mars, nor a tower, nor the black wave-roaring ships can flee.” III. “Nor fairer Hella on the Ægean flood.” Utque fugam rapiant, aries nitidissimus auro Traditur: ille vehit per freta longa duos. Dicitur infirmâ cornu tenuisse sinistrâ Femina, cùm de se nomina fecit aquæ. Pene simul periit, dum vult succurrere lapsæ Frater. Ovid, _Fast._ iii. 867. See also Pindar’s Fourth Pythionic. “Nor with more grief was Athamantis torn.” Et frustrà pecudem quæres Athamantidos Helles. Ovid. _Fast._ iv. 903. VII. “But Isidora’s lot was e’en more drear, For none might dare from San Sebastian pass.” La verde primavera De mis floridos años Pasé cautiva en tus prisiones, Y en la cadena fiera. Lope de Vega, _Arcadia_. “To pluck the summer flowers, and brush the dewy grass.” “In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with Heaven and Earth.”--Milton, _Tractate on Education_, § 22. VIII. ----“Invoked the Virgin’s might, And deemed she saw her form within that orb of light.” The nightly hunter, lifting a bright eye Up towards the crescent moon, with grateful heart Called on the lovely wanderer who bestowed That timely light to share his joyous sport; And hence, a beaming goddess with her nymphs Across the lawn, and thro’ the darksome grove, Not unaccompanied with tuneful notes, By echo multiplied from rock or cave, Swept in the storm of chase; as moon and stars Glance rapidly along the clouded Heaven When winds are blowing strong. Wordsworth, _The Excursion_. IX. ----“‘Empress-Queen Of Heaven, Immaculate Virgin!’” For these epithets see the _Horas Castellanas_. XIII. ----“Great Arthur calls For nigh a thousand hearts that danger scorn To rush like Ocean-surge against the walls.” Disse ai duci il gran Duce: “Al nuovo albore “Tutti all’ assalto voi pronti sarete.” Tasso, _Gerus. Lib._ xi. 17. XIX. “To where the grisly bastion-breach doth frown.” --Γοργείην κεφαλὴν δεινοῖο πελώρον. Hom. _Od._ xi. 633. XXV. “Alcides’ arm--the eye that Python slew, The limbs and shoulder of the Delian God!”