So rose his brawny chest; so swiftly moved his feet, Coal-black his colour, but like jet it shone; His legs and flowing tail were white alone. Beloved by many maidens of his kind, But fair Hylonome possessed his mind; Hylonome, for features, and for face, Excelling all the nymphs of double race. Nor less her blandishments, than beauty, move; At once both loving, and confessing love. For him she dressed; for him with female care She combed, and set in curls, her auburn hair. Of roses, violets, and lilies mixed, And sprigs of flowing rosemary betwixt, She formed the chaplet, that adorned her front; In waters of the Pegasæan fount, And in the streams that from the fountain play, She washed her face, and bathed her twice a day. The scarf of furs, that hung below her side, Was ermine, or the panther's spotted pride; Spoils of no common beast. With equal flame They loved; their sylvan pleasures were the same: All day they hunted; and, when day expired, Together to some shady cave retired. Invited, to the nuptials both repair; And, side by side, they both engage in war. Uncertain from what hand, a flying dart At Cyllarus was sent, which pierced his heart. The javelin drawn from out the mortal wound, He faints with staggering steps, and seeks the ground: The fair within her arms received his fall, And strove his wandering spirits to recal; And while her hand the streaming blood opposed, Joined face to face, his lips with hers she closed. Stifled with kisses, a sweet death he dies; She fills the fields with undistinguished cries; At least her words were in her clamour drowned; For my stunned ears received no vocal sound. In madness of her grief, she seized the dart New-drawn, and reeking from her lover's heart; To her bare bosom the sharp point applied, } And wounded fell; and, falling by his side } Embraced him in her arms, and thus embracing died. } Even still, methinks, I see Phæocomes; Strange was his habit, and as odd his dress.[34] Six lions hides, with thongs together fast, His upper part defended to his waist; And where man ended, the continued vest, Spread on his back, the houss and trappings of a beast. A stump too heavy for a team to draw, (It seems a fable, though the fact I saw,) He threw at Pholon; the descending blow Divides the skull, and cleaves his head in two. The brains, from nose and mouth, and either ear, Came issuing out, as through a colendar The curdled milk; or from the press the whey, Driven down by weights above, is drained away. But him, while stooping down to spoil the slain, Pierced through the paunch, I tumbled on the plain. Then Chthonius and Teleboas I slew; A fork the former armed; a dart his fellow threw: