Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered into English ProseTheocritus
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Theocritus, Bion and Moschus, Rendered into English Prose
Theocritus
Greek poetry -- Translations into English; Pastoral poetry, Greek -- Translations into English
he stood before the feet of fair Europa, and kept licking her neck, and
cast his spell over the maiden. And she still caressed him, and gently
with her hands she wiped away the deep foam from his lips, and kissed the
bull. Then he lowed so gently, ye would think ye heard the Mygdonian
flute uttering a dulcet sound.
He bowed himself before her feet, and, bending back his neck, he gazed on
Europa, and showed her his broad back. Then she spake among her
deep-tressed maidens, saying—
‘Come, dear playmates, maidens of like age with me, let us mount the bull
here and take our pastime, for truly, he will bear us on his back, and
carry all of us; and how mild he is, and dear, and gentle to behold, and
no whit like other bulls. A mind as honest as a man’s possesses him, and
he lacks nothing but speech.’
So she spake, and smiling, she sat down on the back of the bull, and the
others were about to follow her. But the bull leaped up immediately, now
he had gotten her that he desired, and swiftly he sped to the deep. The
maiden turned, and called again and again to her dear playmates,
stretching out her hands, but they could not reach her. The strand he
gained, and forward he sped like a dolphin, faring with unwetted hooves
over the wide waves. And the sea, as he came, grew smooth, and the
sea-monsters gambolled around, before the feet of Zeus, and the dolphin
rejoiced, and rising from the deeps, he tumbled on the swell of the sea.
The Nereids arose out of the salt water, and all of them came on in
orderly array, riding on the backs of sea-beasts. And himself, the
thund’rous Shaker of the World, appeared above the sea, and made smooth
the wave, and guided his brother on the salt sea path; and round him were
gathered the Tritons, these hoarse trumpeters of the deep, blowing from
their long conches a bridal melody.
Meanwhile Europa, riding on the back of the divine bull, with one hand
clasped the beast’s great horn, and with the other caught up the purple
fold of her garment, lest it might trail and be wet in the hoar sea’s
infinite spray. And her deep robe was swelled out by the winds, like the
sail of a ship, and lightly still did waft the maiden onward. But when
she was now far off from her own country, and neither sea-beat headland
nor steep hill could now be seen, but above, the air, and beneath, the
limitless deep, timidly she looked around, and uttered her voice, saying—
‘Whither bearest thou me, bull-god? What art thou? how dost thou fare on
thy feet through the path of the sea-beasts, nor fearest the sea? The
sea is a path meet for swift ships that traverse the brine, but bulls
dread the salt sea-ways. What drink is sweet to thee, what food shalt
thou find from the deep? Nay, art thou then some god, for godlike are
these deeds of thine? Lo, neither do dolphins of the brine fare on land,
nor bulls on the deep, but dreadless dost thou rush o’er land and sea
alike, thy hooves serving thee for oars.
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