The winged arrows whizzing from his bow,
Did on their native hills confound
The Centaurs’ race with many a deadly wound:
Alcides’ matchless strength doth Peneus know,
Distinguished by his limpid waves,
The fields laid waste of wide extent,
With Pelion, and the neighbouring caves
Of Homoles, uprooting from whose steep ascent,
Tall pines that cast a venerable shade,
The monsters armed their forceful hands,
And strode terrific o’er Thessalia’s lands:
Then breathless on th’ ensanguined plain he laid
That hind distinguished by her golden horns,
And still in Dian’s temple seen
His prize, to glad the huntress queen,
Oenöe’s walls adorns.