Sidonius, Poems

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The Poems of Sidonius

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Epithalamivm

Forte procellosi remeans ex arce Capherei, Phoebados Iliacae raptura satis ulta pudorem, Pallas Erechtheo Xanthum mutabat Hymetto. aurato micat aere caput, maiusque serenum 5de terrore capit; posito nam fulmine necdum Cinyphio Tritone truces hilaraverat artus. Gorgo tenet pectus medium, factura videnti et truncata moras; nitet insidiosa superbum effigies vivitque anima pereunte venustas; 10alta cerastarum spiris caput asperat atrum congeries, torquet maculosa volumina mordax crinis, et irati dant sibila taetra capilli. squameus ad mediam thorax non pervenit alvum post chalybem pendente peplo; tegit extima limbi 15circite palla pedes, qui cum sub veste moventur, crispato rigidae crepitant in syrmate rugae. laevam parma tegit Phlegraei plena tumultus: hic rotat excussum vibrans in sidera Pindum Enceladus, rabido fit missilis Ossa Typhoeo; Porphyrion Pangaea rapit, Rhodopenque Damastor 21Strymonio cum fonte levat, veniensque superne intorto calidum restinguit flumine fulmen; hic Pallas Pallanta petit, cui Gorgone visa
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II. Panegyric on Anthemius

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Epithalamium

It chanced that Pallas was returning from the peak of storm-swept Caphereus 1 ; she had avenged to the full the ravished honour of Apollo’s Trojan votary, and now she was abandoning Xanthus for Athenian Hymettus. Her head sparkles with gilded bronze, and she begins to show a more serene aspect after her frightfulness; for she has laid aside the thunderbolt, though she has not yet gladdened her fierce limbs with the waters of African Tritonis. 2 The Gorgon covers the middle of her breast, with power still to make the beholder motionless, though the head be severed. Proudly shines that guileful form, and its beauty still lives though life is ebbing. The dark head bristles with a towering swarm of twisting vipers; those fanged tresses tangle their spotted coils, those angry locks utter horrible hisses. The corselet of scale-armour worn by the goddess reaches not to the waist; where the steel ceases her robe hangs down; the end of her cloak covers her feet with its circling hem, and when they move under her raiment there is a rustling of the stiff folds in the crimped trailing mantle. Her left hand is covered by a shield filled with a likeness of the Phlegraean fray. In one part Enceladus brandishes Pindus, torn from its base, and sends it whirling to the stars, while Ossa is the missile of frenzied Typhoeus; Porphyrion snatches up Pangaeus, Damastor lifts up Rhodope along with Strymon’s spring, and when the glowing thunderbolt comes down he hurls the river at it and quenches it. In another part Pallas assails Pallas, but he has seen the Gorgon, and her spear is

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DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.sidonius-poems.1936