But in fact the mindless attack mounted, without restraint, and mad fury ruled. The next missile was a stone, that, thrown through the air, was itself overpowered by the harmony of voice and lyre, and fell at his feet, as though it were begging forgiveness for its mad audacity. Tipped with leaves, it marked him, without wounding. One of them, her hair scattered to the light breeze, called: ‘Behold, behold, this is the one who scorns us!’ and hurled her spear at the face of Apollo’s poet, as he was singing.
While the poet of Thrace, with songs like these, drew to himself the trees, the souls of wild beasts, and the stones that followed him, see, how the frenzied Ciconian women, their breasts covered with animal skins, spy Orpheus from a hilltop, as he matches songs to the sounding strings. Bk XI:749-795 The transformation of Aesacus.Bk XI:710-748 They are turned into birds.Bk XI:650-709 Morpheus goes to Alcyone in the form of Ceyx.Bk XI:410-473 The separation of Ceyx and Alcyone.Bk XI:266-345 Ceyx tells the story of Daedalion.Bk XI:194-220 Laomedon and the walls of Troy.Bk XI:146-171 Pan and Apollo compete before Tmolus.Bk XI:85-145 Midas and the golden touch.Bk XI:67-84 The transformation of the Maenads.This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Kline © Copyright 2000 All Rights Reserved
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