Up-dash’d beneath the trampling hoofs, and cars
Of complicated frame. The well-framed cars
Rattled aloud: loud clash’d the wheels: while rapt
In their full speed the horses flew. Rejoiced
The noble Cygnus; for the hope was his,
Jove’s warlike offspring and his charioteer
To slay, and strip them of their gorgeous mail.
But to his vows the Prophet-god of day
Turn’d a deaf ear: for he himself set on
Th’ assault of Hercules. Now all the grove,