Steals on my sense? Be you immortal gods,
Or mortal men, or of th' heroic race,
Whoe'er have reach'd this wild rock's extreme cliff,
Spectators of my woes, or what your purpose,
Ye see me bound, a wretched god, abhorr'd
By Jove, and ev'ry god that treads his courts,
For my fond love to man. Ah me ! again
I hear the sound of flutt'ring nigh; the air
Panis to the soft beat of light.moving wings:
Ali, that appioaches now, is dreadful to me.
PROMETHEUS, CHORUS.
CHOR.Forbear thy fears: a friendly train[1]
On busy pennons flutt'ring light,
We come, our sire not ask'd in vain,
And reach this promontory's height.
The clanging iron's horrid sound
Re-echo'd thro' our caves profound;
- ↑ Æschylas with great judgment introduces these daughters of Oceanus as attending Prometheus; by their consanguinity they must be a friendly train. In the simplicity of ancient manners their father's consent must first be obtained; and even thus virgin modesty is something hurt. The Nymphs of the waters wore no sandals; hence Thetis is called the silver-footed, as Juno is the golden-slippered queen.
When Juno, in the fourteenth Iliad, retires to her apartment to dress with more than ordinary care,
Here first she bathes, and round her body pours,
Soft oil of fragrance, and ambrosial show'rs:
The winds perfum'd the balmy gale convey
Thro' heav'n, thro' earth, and all th' acrial way;
Spirit divine! whose exhalation greets
The sense of gods with more than mortal sweets. Pope
Thus Venus in, the first Æneid discovers herself to Æneas,
Ambrosiræque coma divinum vertice odorem
Spiravere.
Her waving lucks immortal odours shed,
And breath'd ambrosial scents around her head. PITT.
