The Tragedies of Seneca / Translated into English Verse, to Which Have Been Appended Comparative Analyses of the Corresponding Greek and Roman Plays, and a Mythological Index

by Lucius Annaeus Seneca

Roars on, and Libyan Auster heaps the waves

Upon the seething sands. Nor those alone480

Provoke the strife: for raving Notus first

Grows big with bursting clouds and swells the waves;

And boisterous Eurus shakes the Orient,

The far Arabian realms and morning seas.

What dire disaster did fierce Corus work,

His dark face gleaming forth upon the deep?

We thought the very heavens would be rent,485

The gods fall down from out the riven sky,