4 The Chase 



The Boar o ^o -^o o 



THEREBY in a thick lair was a great boar 

 lying, and through the coppice the force of the 

 wet winds blew never, neither did the bright sun 

 light on it with his rays, nor could the rain pierce 

 through, so thick it was, and of fallen leaves there 

 was great plenty therein. Then the noise of the 

 men's feet and the dogs came upon the boar as 

 they pressed on in the chase, and forth from his lair 

 he sprang towards them with his back bristled-up 

 and fire shining in his eyes, and stood at bay before 

 them all. 



Homer. 



The Lament for Adonis 



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I WEEP for Adonis, beautiful, dead Adonis, 

 and the Loves weep with me : " Adonis, the 

 beautiful, is dead." 



Lovely Adonis lies on the hill, his thigh rent 

 with ivory ; white flesh with white tusk. Under 

 the brows the eyes fail of sight, the rose is fugitive 

 on his lip where the kiss dies, that ever to Kypris 

 shall be unrestored. . . . 



The hounds he loved wail about the youth. . . . 



. . . Who would not weep, hearing the tale of 

 Aphrodite's love ? — " Thou diest, thrice-desired, and 

 my love is gone as a dream. Kytherea is bereft 

 and the Loves are idle in her halls. My girdle is 

 lost together with thy love. Why wast thou bold 

 in hunting, and why, with all thy beauty, must 

 thou be ever-daring in the chase . . . r" 



"I weep for Adonis, Adonis, the beautiful, is 

 dead." 



Mourn Adonis no longer in the oak-woods, 

 Kypris ; a solitude of leaves is no fit resting for thy 



