ATALANTA IN CALYDON.
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And tender and temperate honours of the hearth,
Peace, and a perfect life and blameless bed.
But who shows next an eagle wrought in gold,
That flames and beats broad wings against the sun
And with void mouth gapes after emptier prey?
MELEAGER.
Between the fierce mouths of the encountering brine
On the strait reefs of twice-washed Salamis.
ALTHÆA.
Vine-chapleted, with savours of the sea,
Glittering as wine and moving as a wave.
But who girt round there roughly follows him?
MELEAGER.
Two-edged for fight as the axe against his arm,
Who drives against the surge of stormy spears
Full-sailed; him Cepheus follows, his twin-born,
Chief name next his of all Arcadian men.
ALTHÆA.
Home-keeping days and household reverences.