The second has Typhon’s battle ranging through the stars, and lightning, and the struggles of - Zeus, and the triumph of Olympos.
so Cadmos Agenorides remained there by the ankle of the pasturing woodland, drawing his lips to - and fro along the tops of the pipes, as a pretended goatherd ; but Zeus Cronides, unespied, uncaught, crept noiseless into the cave, and armed himself with his familiar fires a second time, And a cloud covered Cadmos beside his unseen rock, lest Typhoeus might loam this crafty plan, and the scoret thief of the thunderbolts, wise too late might kill the turncoat herdsman, But all the Giant wanted was, to hear more and more of the mind-bewitch- ing melody with its delicious thrill. When a sailor hears the Siren’s perfidious song, and bewitched by the melody, he is dragged to a self-chosen fate too soon ; no longer he cleaves the waves, no longer he whitens the blue water with his ears unwetted now, but falling into the net of melodious Fate, he forgets to steer, quite happy, caring not for the seven starry Pleiades and the Bear’s circling course : so the monster, shaken by the breath of that deceitful tune, welcomed with delight the wound of the pipes which was his escort to death.
But now the shepherd’s reed breathing melody fell silent, and a mantling shadow of cloud hid the piper as he cat off his tune. Typhoeus rushed head- in-air with the fury of battle into the cave’s recesses, and searched with hurried madness for the wind-coursing thunderbolt and the lightning unapproachable ; with inquiring foot he chased the fire-shotten gleam of the stolen thunderbolt, and found an empty cave ! Too late he learnt the craft-devising schemes of Cronides and the subtle machinations of Cadmos : “flinging the rocks about he leapt upon Olympos, While he dragged his crooked track with snaky foot, a. he spat out showers of poison from his throat ; the mountain torrents were swollen, as the monster showered fountains from the viperish bristles of his high head ; as he marched, the solid earth did sink, and the steady ground of Cilicia shook to its foundations under those dragon-feet ; the flanks of craggy Tauros crashed with a rambling din, until the he neighbouring Pamphylian hills danced with fear ; the underground cavers boomed, the rocky headlands trembled, the hidden places shook, the shore slipt away as a thrust of his earthshaking foot loosened the sands.
Neither pasture nor wild beasts were spared. Rawravening bears made a meal for the Jaws of Ty-’s bear-heads ; tawny bodies of chest-bristling were swallowed by the gaping jaws of his own lon-heads ; his snaky throats devoured the cold shapes of carthfed serpents ; birds of the air, flying through untrodden space, there met neighbours to gulp them down their throats—he found the eagle in his home, and that was the food he relished most, because it is called the Bird of Zeus. He ate up the plowing and had no pity when he saw the galled neck bloody from the yoke-straps,
He made the rivers dust, as he drank the water after his meal, beating off the troops of Naiads from the river-beds: the Naiad of the deeps made her way tripping afoot as if the river were a roadway, until she stood, umbod, with dry limbs, she a nymph, ; the creature of watery ways, and as the girl struggled, thrusting one foot after another along the thirsty bed of the stream, she found her knees held fast to the bottom in a muddy prison.
“The old shepherd, terrified to desery the manifold visage of this maddened monster, dropt his pipes and ran away ; the goatherd, seeing the wide. scattered host of his arms, threw his reed flying to the winds ; the hard-working plowman sprinkled not the new-scored ground with com thrown behind A him, nor covered it with earth, nor cut with earthshaking iron the land furrowed already by Typhon’s) guiding hand, but let his oxen go lowe. The earth’s hollows were bared, as the monster’s missile cleft it. He freed the liquid vein, and as the chasm opened, the lower channel bubbled up with flooding springs, pouring out the water from under the covered bosom of the ground, and rocks were thrown is] up, and falling from the air in torrential showers He were hidden in theses, making the waters dry land : and the hurtling masses of earth rooted themselves firmly as the footings of new-made lands, Trees were levered up from the earth by the roots, and the fruit fell on the ground untimely ; the fresh-flowering garden was laid waste, the rosy meadows withered ; the West Wind was beaten by the dry leaves of whirling cypresses. Phoibos sang a dirge in lamentable tones for his devastated iris, twining a sorrowful song, and lamented far more bitterly than for his clusters of Amyclean flowers, when the laurel by his side was struck. Pan in anguish uplifted his fallen net; Grayeyes, remembering Moria,” groaned over broken olive-tree, the Attic nymph who brought: her a city. The Paphian also wept when her anemone was laid in the dust, and mourned long over the fragrant tresses of flower-cups from her roscbed laid in the dust, while she tore her soft hair. Deo mourned over the half-grown com destroyed and no longer celebrated the harvest home. The Hadryad nymphs lamented the kat shade of their yearsmate trees.
One Hamadryad leapt unveiled from the cloven shaft of a bushy laurel, which had grown with her growth, and another maiden stepping out of her pine-tree appeared beside her neighbour the exiled nymph, and said
Laurel Hamadryad, so shy of the marriage bed, let us both take one road, lest you see Phobos, lest espy Pan! Woodmen, pass by these trees! Do not fell the afflicted bush of unhappy Daphne! Shipwright, spare me I cut no timbers from my pine-tree,) to make some lugger that I may feel the billows of Aphrodite, Lady of the Sea! Yes, woodcutter, grant me this last grace : strike me with your axe instead of my clusters, and drive our unmarried Athena’s chaste bronze through my breast, that I may die before wed, and go to Hades a virgin, still a stranger to Eros, like Pitys and like Daphne !
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