What he can give thee, what thy prospects are,
What settlements thou art prepared to make,
If thou wouldst lead Œnone to the altar,
This would I know; excuse an anxious sire!”
Then Paris murmured:—
“Honourable but vague,
Remote, but honourable, my purpose is:“
And that great River-god arose in flood,
Monstrous, and murmuring, and to the main.
He swept the works of men and oxen down,