of or relating to a wedding
Not like the songs which cheerful friends prepare
nuptial days, but sounds that threaten'd war;
And all the pleasures of this happy feast,
To tumult turn'd, in wild disorder ceas'd:
violently agitated and turbulent
Chief in the riot Phineus first appear'd,
The rash ringleader of this
But he for safety to the altar ran,
Unfit protection for so
vile a man;
help in a difficult situation
But Cepheus left before the guilty room,
With grief appealing to the Gods above,
Who laws of hospitality approve,
Who faith protect, and succour injur'd right,
That he was guiltless of this barb'rous fight.
remote in manner
But Phineus stands
aloof, and dreads to feel
His rival's force, and flies his pointed steel:
a mentor in spiritual and philosophical topics
This impious war
Cease, cease, he cries; these bloody broils forbear.
This scarce the
sage with high concern had said,
When Chromis at a blow struck off his head,
cut off from a whole
While clinging to the horns, the trunk expires,
sever'd head consumes amidst the fires.
pierce with a sharp stake or point
Ampycus next, with hallow'd fillets bound,
As Ceres' priest, and with a mitre crown'd,
transfix'd, and struck him to the ground.
laugh at with contempt and derision
Thee, when fierce Pettalus far off espied,
Defenseless with thy harp, he
Go; to the ghosts thy soothing lessons play;
We loathe thy lyre, and scorn thy peaceful lay:
And, as again he fiercely bid him go,
He pierc'd his temples with a mortal blow.
"Thee" refers to Iapetides the bard (a lyric poet) whom Pettalus scoffs at, loathes ("find repugnant"), and scorns ("look down on with disdain"), because the bard is defenseless and sings of peace, while Pettalus is armed and wants to kill.
to, toward or at one side
A whizzing spear
obliquely gave a blow,
Stuck in his groin, and pierc'd the nerves below;
filled with or evoking sadness
With shrieks, and
doleful cries they rend the air:
Their shrieks confounded with the din of war,
With dashing arms, and groanings of the slain,
They grieve unpitied, and unheard complain.
devoid of feeling and consciousness and animation
While yet he spoke, the dying accents hung
In sounds imperfect on his marble tongue;
Tho' chang'd to stone, his lips he seem'd to stretch,
And thro' th'
insensate rock wou'd force a speech.
treat, mention, or speak to rudely
affronting Pallas were chastis'd,
And justly met the death they had despis'd.
disposed to believe on little evidence
Thence, to Seriphus with the head he sails,
Whose prince his story treats as idle tales:
Lord of a little isle, he scorns to seem
credulous, but laughs at that, and him.
a stupid mistake
Friends, shut your eyes, he cries; his shield he takes,
And to the king expos'd Medusa's snakes.
The monarch felt the pow'r he wou'd not own,
And stood convict of
folly in the stone.
a state of elated bliss
O happy Muses! she with
Who, safe from cares, on this fair hill reside;
Blest in your seat, and free your selves to please
With joys of study, and with glorious ease.
lacking moral discipline
But maids are frighten'd with the least alarms,
And none are safe in this
indicate by signs
Stop, stop, ye Muses, 'tis your friend who calls,
The tyrant said; behold the rain that falls
On ev'ry side, and that ill-boding sky,
Whose low'ring face
portends more storms are nigh.
"Portend" and "bode" are synonyms and both usually indicate something ill rather than good. In the example sentence, the dark clouds indicate more storms are coming, but the tyrant is actually using the weather as an excuse to lure the Muses into his house in order to rape them. But on seeing a sign of his intentions, the Muses transform themselves into birds and escape.
showing a cheerful willingness to do favors for others
Oblig'd to stop, by the united force
Of pouring rains, and
His courteous invitation we obey,
And in his hall resolve a-while to stay.
a feeling of righteous anger
But he, by lust and
Up to his highest tow'r with speed retir'd,
And cries, In vain you from my arms withdrew,
The way you go your lover will pursue.
a theatrical performer
No more, ye
Thespian girls, your notes repeat,
Nor with false harmony the vulgar cheat;
In voice or skill, if you with us will vie,
As many we, in voice or skill will try.
an offensive disrespectful impudent act
She too our empire treats with awkward scorn;
insolence no longer's to be borne.
Revenge our slighted reign, and with thy dart
Transfix the virgin's to the uncle's heart.
capable of being shaped or bent or drawn out
Her varied members to a fluid melt,
pliant softness in her bones is felt;
Her wavy locks first drop away in dew,
And liquid next her slender fingers grew.
The body's change soon seizes its extreme,
Her legs dissolve, and feet flow off in stream.
His arms are turn'd to legs, and lest his size
Shou'd make him mischievous, and he might rise
diminutives his frame,
Less than a lizzard, but in shape the same.
belonging to some prior time
Amaz'd the dame the wondrous sight beheld,
And weeps, and fain wou'd touch her
Yet her approach th' affrighted vermin shuns,
And fast into the greatest crevice runs.
In Latin, quondam="who once"--the quondam child once would not have minded his mother's touch, but transformed into a very small type of vermin (specifically, an eft or newt), he is scared and shuns ("avoid and stay away from deliberately") her by running into a crevice.
force (someone) to have sex against their will
Without her father's aid, what other Pow'r
Can to my arms the
ravish'd maid restore?
incapable of being retracted
Upon these terms she may again be yours
irrevocable terms of fate, not ours),
Of Stygian food if she did never taste,
Hell's bounds may then, and only then, be past.
contrary to your interests or welfare
The Goddess now, resolving to succeed,
Down to the gloomy shades descends with speed;
adverse fate had otherwise decreed.
light-hearted recreational activity for amusement
My arms a thousand ways I mov'd, and tried
To quicken, if I cou'd, the lazy tide;
Where, while I play'd my swimming
I heard a murm'ring voice, and frighted sprung to shore.
use persuasion successfully
Help me, Diana, help a nymph forlorn,
Devoted to the woods, who long has worn
Thy livery, and long thy quiver born.
The Goddess heard; my pious pray'r