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Ovid - Metamorphoses – from the Birth of Bacchus
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Ovid Metamorphosis – the Birth of Bacchus
To keep his promise he ascends, and shrouds
His awful brow in whirl-winds and in clouds;
Whilst all around, in terrible array,
His thunders rattle, and his lightnings play.
And yet, the dazzling lustre to abate,
He set not out in all his pomp and state,
Clad in the mildest lightning of the skies,
And armed with thunder of the smallest size:
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Thus dreadfully adorned, with horror bright,
Th' illustrious God, descending from his height,
Came rushing on her in a storm of light.
The mortal dame, too feeble to engage
The lightning's flashes, and the thunder's rage,
Consumed amidst the glories she desired,
And in the terrible embrace expired.