Which Translation: The Odyssey

The disloyal maids (22.465–474) — Which Translation: The Odyssey

Daniel Mendelsohn

2025 · Hexameter verse
His words. Then he took a cable from a ship with its blue-painted prow.
Once he’d fastened it to a pillar, he strung it around the great round-house,
Stretching it high above so their feet wouldn’t reach the ground.
Just as when some thrushes with their slender wings, or some doves,
Go crashing into a snare that’s been set inside a bush
As they’re heading to their nests—but a loathsome bed welcomes them:
So did the women hold their heads all in a row, and the nooses
Went round the necks of them all so they’d die a most piteous death.
For a time, their feet went on twitching; but not for very long.

Michael Solot

2025 · Accentual verse
He found a long ship’s cable, threw it up over the roundhouse
And took up the slack so it circled the peak of the dome,
Keeping it high as he fastened both ends to a pillar
So nobody’s foot would be touching the ground. The women,
Like slender-winged thrushes returning to roost in the evening
Who tangle themselves in a trammel-net laid in their thicket
And die on that desperate perch—
so too were they caught,
Hanging, their heads in a circle, each with her neck
In a loop of the rope, dying the ghastliest death.
Their feet flailed a little, then twitched, but not for too long.

Robert Henry Dawson

2025 · Prose
Thus he spoke, and having fastened a ship’s dark-prowed cable to a tall pillar of the dome, he stretched it high up, so that no one might touch the ground with her feet. And as when long-winged thrushes or doves strike against a net placed in a bush, seeking a nest, and a hateful bed receives them, so their heads were all in a row, and around each of their necks were nooses, so that they might die most pitifully. They twitched with their feet for a little while, but not for long.

William Mann

2022 · Free verse
So he spoke. And he tied the cable of a dark-prowed ship
to a great pillar and threw it around the dome
binding it up high so none of their feet would reach the ground.
Like when tight-winged thrushes or doves
fall into a snare placed in a bush
when they are going to their nest but the bed that welcomes them is loathsome.
So all of the women held their heads in a row
with nooses around their necks and they died. And it was pitiful.
And their feet convulsed a little. But not for long.

Charles Underwood

2022 · Prose
As he spoke, he tied the rope from a dark-prowed ship to a huge pillar and threw it about the round house. He stretched it up high, so none of them would be able to touch the ground with their feet—as doves or thrushes with long wings, trying to reach their nest, go rushing into a trap set in a thicket, and the bed that welcomes them is bitter. That’s how the women held their heads—close to each other, in a row—and nooses were placed around their necks so they would die in the most miserable manner. Their feet fidgeted for a while, but not for long.

Peter Green

2018 · Hexameter verse
So he spoke, and taking the cable of a dark-prowed vessel,
hitched one end to a tall pillar, the other about the round house,
stretching it high, so no woman could touch the ground with her feet.
As when long-winged thrushes or doves are caught in the snare
that’s been set for them in a thicket, as they’re flying back
to their roosts, and hateful the bed that now welcomes them,
these women’s heads bobbed in a line, and round their necks
nooses were set for all, to give them most piteous deaths:
they jerked with their feet a little, but not for long.

Anthony Verity

2017 · Free verse
So he spoke, and tied the cable of a black-prowed ship to
a tall pillar, and threw the other end about the round-house, securing it
high up so that their feet could not touch the ground.
As when long-winged thrushes or doves fly headlong into
a net strung in a thicket to catch them—they are making for
their roosting-places, but it is a grim repose that awaits them—
so these women’s heads were held fast in a row, with a noose
round each neck, so that their death would be most pitiable.
Their feet twitched for a short time, but not for very long.

Richard Whitaker

2017 · Accentual verse
He spoke, attached the hawser of a dark-prowed ship
to a pillar, slung it about the roundhouse,
then drew it tight, so no foot could touch the ground.
And just as doves or long-winged thrushes, flying
home to roost, fall into nets spread over
a thicket and find a painful resting place,
so the girls’ heads lined up, round each neck
a noose, so they would die a pitiful death.
Their feet kicked a little while, but not for long.

Emily Wilson

2017 · Blank verse
At that, he wound a piece of sailor’s rope
round the rotunda and round the mighty pillar,
stretched up so high no foot could touch the ground.
As doves or thrushes spread their wings to fly
home to their nests, but someone sets a trap—
they crash into a net, a bitter bedtime;
just so the girls, their heads all in a row,
were strung up with the noose around their necks
to make their death an agony. They gasped,
feet twitching for a while, but not for long.

Herbert Jordan

2014 · Blank verse
That said, he took a rope—ship’s rigging once—
and tied it to a sturdy pergola beam,
up high so no maid’s feet could reach the ground.
As when a long-winged timid dove or thrush
is captured, snared within a leafy shrub
where she would roost but finds her final sleep,
so did the women, one by one, with heads
in nooses round their necks die miserably.
Their feet twitched just a moment, not for long.

Joe Sachs

2014 · Prose
As he spoke these words, he took a rope made for a dark-prowed ship and fastened it to a tall pillar, and then looped it over the round tower, stretching it taut high up where no one could reach the ground with her feet. Just as, when long-winged thrushes or doves that are coming in to roost plunge into a snare that’s been strung among the bushes, and find themselves in a hateful resting place, so too did the women hold their heads in a row as nooses were slipped around all their necks so they could die as miserably as possible. They flailed their legs a little while, but not very long.

Barry B. Powell

2014 · Accentual verse
So he spoke, and he tied one end of the cable of
a blue-prowed ship to a great pillar of the portico and the other
to the round-house, stretching it up high so that no one could reach
the ground with her feet. As when long-winged thrushes or doves fall
into a snare set in a thicket as they launch themselves toward their
resting place, but hateful is the bed that gives them welcome—even so
the women held their heads in a row, and around the necks of all
of them were placed nooses so that they might die most piteously.
They writhed a little with their feet, but not for long.

Norbert A. D. Albertson

2013 · Free verse
So saying, he took up a dark-prowed ship’s stern-cable
And tied it to a post, and around the great cupola,
Stretching it high, so their feet should not reach the ground.
You’ve seen long-winged thrushes or mourning-doves
Go winging into a net hung up in a thicket,
Thinking to roost, but a cruel nest receives them?
Just so these girls held their heads in a row
As nooses were cast round their necks, that they might pitifully die;
And they kicked with their feet a little, but not for long.

Brian Dawkins

2013 · Free verse
As he spoke he threw a ship’s cable about
A great column of the porch
So high that their feet would not touch the ground.
It was as when long-winged thrushes or pigeons
Are caught in a hedge by a snare in a bush
As they enter their nest, to encounter a welcome of doom.
Thus was it as one by one a snare
Encircled their necks, to die a miserable death.
They gasped twitching their feet but not for long.

Stephen Mitchell

2013 · Accentual verse
With these words, he tied the end of a ship’s cable
to one of the pillars and fastened the other end
to the roof of the roundhouse, so that the women’s feet
would dangle above the ground. As thrushes or doves
who are flying home to their roosting-place in a thicket
hit a snare and their necks snap: so were the women
forced to line up with nooses around their necks,
and they died a most contemptible death, and their feet
kicked for a little while, but not for long.

Richard Wilding

2011 · Free verse
He spoke, and fastened a ship’s rope
between a stout column and the dome of the roundhouse,
stretching it high so that none could touch the ground with her feet.
As when a flight of doves or thrushes
beat their wings against the net in a trap laid in a thicket;
they seek a quiet perch, but find a fatal nesting;
so now those twelve hung in a row, a noose round every neck, a cruel death.
They danced in the air for a while, but not for long.

Charles Stein

2008 · Free verse
So he spoke
and fastened the cable of a dark-prowed ship
to a massive pillar
and flung it about the round-house
and stretched it high above
so no one could reach the floor with her feet;
and just as when long-winged thrushes or doves
fall into a snare set in the bushes
while looking for a place to roost—
and bitter is the bed that receives them—
so these women had their heads lined up,
and around their necks were nooses
so that they would die in a most piteous manner.
They twisted and writhed a bit with their feet,
but not for long.

James Huddleston

2006 · Free verse
So said he, and he fastened a dark-prowed ship’s cable
to a tall pillar and threw it around the dome,
and pulled it tight, up high, lest any reach the ground with their feet.
As when doves or long-winged thrushes
fall into a snare that stands in a thicket
when they go to roost, and a loathesome bed welcomes them,
so, in a row the women held their heads, and around all their necks
were nooses, so they’d die most contemptibly.
They gasped and struggled with their feet a little, not very long at all.

Ian Johnston

2006 · Hexameter verse
He spoke, then tied the cable of a dark-prowed ship
to a large pillar, threw one end above the roundhouse,
then pulled it taut and high, so that no woman’s foot
could reach the ground. Just as doves or long-winged thrushes
charge into a snare set in a thicket, as they seek
their roosting place, only to find they have been welcomed
by a dreadful bed, that is how those women stood
all in a row, with nooses fixed around their necks,
so they might have a pitiful death. For some time,
their feet kept twitching, but that did not last long.

A. S. Kline

2004 · Prose
So saying, he took a cable from a dark-prowed ship, tied it to a tall pillar, high-up, and noosed it over the round house, so that their feet would not reach the ground. The row of women held up their heads, and the rope was looped round their necks so they might die pitiably, like long-winged thrushes or doves, that are caught in a snare as they try to roost in their thicket, and are welcomed to a grimmer nest. For a little while their feet twitched: but not for long.

Edward McCrorie

2004 · Accentual verse
He spoke that way and knotted a line from a dark-prowed
ship to a high column, circling the roundhouse
and stretched up high: no woman’s foot would be touching
ground. Then like broad-winged thrushes or pigeons
flying in nets well laid out in the bushes,
looking to roost but hating the bed that ensnares them,
the women’s heads were lined up, necks were encircled
each with its noose that made for the wretchedest dying:
the women’s feet might jerk a little but not long.

Rodney Merrill

2002 · Hexameter verse
So did he say, then, taking the rope of a blue-prowed galley,
fastened it on a tall pillar and threw it about the round storeroom,
stretching it high, so that down to the ground no feet would be reaching.
Just as it is when thrushes with long wings stretching, or pigeons
tangle themselves in a snare that has been set up in a thicket,
as they go in to roost—most hateful the rest that receives them—
so their heads in a line those women were holding, and nooses
went around all of their necks, so they would most pitifully perish.
Then with their feet they struggled a little, but no very long time.

R. L. Eickhoff

2001 · Prose
Instead, he took a long rope that had seen service on one of the great sailing ships and tied one end to a pillar and threw the other over a beam. Then he passed a noose around their necks and raised them until their toes did not touch the ground. He left them there, dancing and dangling, caught as certainly as thrushes in a snare set in a thicket. And then their feet ceased to twitch and jump.

Martin Hammond

2000 · Prose
So he spoke. He took the cable of a dark-prowed ship, fastened it to one of the tall pillars, then pulled it high and taut over the round-house, so none of their feet could reach the ground. As when long-winged thrushes or doves strike into a snare set in the bushes – they are flying in to roost, but it is a grim sleep that awaits them – so those women had their heads held fast, all in a row, a noose round every neck, for them to die the most pitiable death. Their feet twitched for a while, but not very long.

Stanley Lombardo

2000 · Tetrameter verse
He spoke, and tied the cable of a dark-prowed ship
To a great pillar and pulled it about the round house,
Stretching it high so their feet couldn’t touch the ground.
Long-winged thrushes, or doves, making their way
To their roosts, fall into a snare set in a thicket,
And the bed that receives them is far from welcome.
So too these women, their heads hanging in a row,
The cable looped around each of their necks.
It was a most piteous death. Their feet fluttered
For a little while, but not for long.

Robert Fagles

1996 · Free verse
With that, taking a cable used on a dark-prowed ship
he coiled it over the roundhouse, lashed it fast to a tall column,
hoisting it up so high no toes could touch the ground.
Then, as doves or thrushes beating their spread wings
against some snare rigged up in thickets —flying in
for a cozy nest but a grisly bed receives them —
so the women’s heads were trapped in a line,
nooses yanking their necks up, one by one
so all might die a pitiful, ghastly death...
they kicked up heels for a little —not for long.
So he spoke, and tied the cable of a dark-prowed ship to a great pillar and cast it about the round house, stretching it high up that none might reach the ground with her feet. And as when long-winged thrushes or doves fall into a snare that is set in a thicket, as they seek to reach their roosting place, and hateful is the bed that gives them welcome, even so the women held their heads in a row, and round the necks of all nooses were laid, that they might die most piteously. And they writhed a little while with their feet, but not for long.

R. D. Dawe

1993 · Prose
So he spoke, and fastening the cable of a ship with a dark-blue bow from a pillar of the great round-house he put it round them, making it taut on top so that no one could reach the ground with her feet. As long-winged thrushes or doves dash against a net which receives them, so they had their heads in a row, and there were nooses round all their necks so that they would die in the most pitiful way. They twitched with their feet — for a short while, not very long.

Brian Kemball-Cook

1993 · Hexameter verse
Taking the cable then of a dark-prowed vessel, he fastened
One of the ends to a lofty pillar and one to the roundhouse,
Tying it high so their feet would not reach to the ground underneath them.
Even as long-winged thrushes or doves, coming back to their roosting-
Places, strike on a snare that men have placed in a thicket;
Fraught with doom is the nesting-place that is waiting to greet them;
So were the women’s heads held fast in a row; the men tightened
Nooses about their necks; and they died in a piteous manner.
Just for a little their feet were jerking, but not for a long time.
With that he took a cable which had seen service on a blue-bowed ship, made one end fast to a high column in the portico, and threw the other over the round-house, high up, so that their feet would not touch the ground. As when long-winged thrushes or doves get entangled in a snare, which has been set in a thicket – they are on their way to roost, but find a grim reception – so the women’s heads were held fast in a row, with nooses round their necks, to bring them to the most pitiable end. For a little while their feet twitched but not for very long.

Allen Mandelbaum

1990 · Blank verse
That was said, and then he bound
the cable of a dark-prowed ship around
a sturdy pillar of the portico,
then ran it to the round tower, stretched it high,
so that no woman’s feet might reach the ground.
Just as when doves or thrushes, wings outstretched,
head for their nests but fall into a net
that’s set within a thicket, finding death
and not the place where they had hoped to rest,
so were those women’s heads, aligned, caught tight
within a noose, that each of them might die
a dismal death. Their feet twitched for a while—
but not for long.

Walter Shewring

1980 · Prose
So he spoke, and stretched a ship’s cable between a tall pillar and the round-house, fastening it high up so that no woman’s feet could touch the ground. Just as long-winged thrushes or just as doves, on their way to roost, strike against a snare set in a thicket and find their death in what should have been their sleeping-place, so with their heads in a single line the women’s necks were all caught and noosed, to make them die the most piteous death. For a little while their feet kept writhing, but not for long.

Denison Bingham Hull

1978 · Blank verse
He spoke, attached a cable from a ship
to a tall column, flung it round the round-house,
and stretched it so no foot could touch the ground.
Like thrushes with long wings, or doves who’ve struck
a snare set in a thicket where they sought
shelter, but found a hateful bed received them,
so were their heads in line, while round their throats
were nooses so they’d die most pitifully.
They struggled with their feet a bit, not long.

Richmond Lattimore

1967 · Hexameter verse
So he spoke, and taking the cable of a dark-prowed ship,
fastened it to the tall pillar, and fetched it about the round-house;
and like thrushes, who spread their wings, or pigeons, who have
flown into a snare set up for them in a thicket, trying
to find a resting place, but the sleep given them was hateful;
so their heads were all in a line, and each had her neck caught
fast in a noose, so that their death would be most pitiful.
They struggled with their feet for a little, not for very long.

Albert Spaulding Cook

1967 · Free verse
So he said, and a cable from a dark blue-prowed ship
He threw round a pillar of the great round-room and tied it on,
Tightening it high up, so none could reach the ground with her feet.
As when either thrushes with their long wings or doves
Rush into a net that has been set in a thicket,
As they come in to roost, and a dreadful bed takes them in;
So they held their heads in a row, and about the necks
Of all there were nooses, that they might die most piteously.
They struggled a little with their feet, but not very long.

Preston H. Epps

1965 · Prose
Such were his words. He thereupon fastened a strong rope of a dark-prowed ship to a large pillar and lashed the other end around the roundhouse, drawing it high and tight so that no one’s feet might touch the ground. As when doves or long-winged thrushes, rushing into their roosting-place, become entangled in a net set in a thicket and a fateful resting place receives them, so were the necks of these women, holding their heads in a row, enmeshed in nooses, that they might die a most disgraceful death. Their feet twitched about for a little while but not for very long.

Robert Fitzgerald

1961 · Free verse
He tied one end of a hawser to a pillar
and passed the other about the roundhouse top,
taking the slack up, so that no one’s toes
could touch the ground. They would be hung like doves
or larks in springès triggered in a thicket,
where the birds think to rest—a cruel nesting.
So now in turn each woman thrust her head
into a noose and swung, yanked high in air,
to perish there most piteously.
Their feet danced for a little, but not long.

Ennis Rees

1960 · Accentual verse
So saying, he tied the rope of a blue-bowed ship
To a massive portico pillar, then flung it around
The rotunda’s dome, drawing it taut and high
So that none of the women could reach the ground with her feet.
Like long-winged thrushes or doves that come in to roost
In a thicket and find themselves in a net, a bed
Of misery and pain where they looked for nothing but sleep,
So the women held their heads in a row while nooses
Were laid on their necks, that they might die most wretchedly.
They twitched their feet for a while, but not very long.

S. O. Andrew

1948 · Accentual verse
So saying, for those wantons a ship’s cable he slung
To the roundhouse roof from a pillar, drawing it tight
So that none of their feet should be touching the ground as they hung;
And even as long-wing’d thrushes or pigeons are caught
In the mesh of a net that is spread in a thicket of thorn,
As they throng to their beds, and a doleful roosting they find,
So hung those maids in a row from the nooses of cord
Which he tied on the rope that a piteous death they might die;
And they twitched their feet for a while, but not very long.

E. V. Rieu

1946 · Prose
With that he took a hawser which had seen service on a blue-bowed ship, made one end fast to a high column in the portico, threw the other over the round-house, and pulled it taut at such a level as would keep their feet from touching earth. And then, like doves or long-winged thrushes caught in a net across the thicket where they come to roost, and meeting death where they had only looked for sleep, the women held their heads out in a row, and a noose was cast round each one’s neck to dispatch them in the most miserable way. For a little while their feet kicked out, but not for very long.

W. H. D. Rouse

1937 · Prose
So he rigged up a ship’s hawser, fastening one end to a tall pillar and throwing the other round the dome. A noose was looped round the neck of each, and he pulled it up tight so that their feet would not touch the ground. They were strung up with their heads in a row; a pitiable death to die, no lover’s bed indeed! They looked like a lot of thrushes or doves caught in a net when they come to roost in the bushes. Their feet jerked for a little while, but not long.

T. E. Lawrence

1932 · Prose
That was what he said. He made fast a dark-prowed ship’s hawser to a pillar and strained it round the great spiral of the vault, at too great a height for anyone to touch the floor with her feet. Sometimes in a shrubbery men so stretch out nets, upon which long-winged thrushes or doves alight on their way to roost: and fatal the perch proves. Exactly thus were the women’s heads all held a-row with a bight of cord drawn round each throat, to suffer their caitiff’s death. A little while they twittered with their feet—only a little. It was not long.

Robert H. Hiller

1927 · Prose
Then he tied the cable of a dark-prowed ship to a great pillar and lashed it to the round-house, stretching it too high for any one to touch the ground with her feet. And, just as when broad-winged thrushes or doves, seeking to go to roost, dash into a net that has been set in a thicket, and a cruel resting place receives them; so these women held their heads in line. About all their necks were nooses, that they might die most disgracefully. For a while they twitched with their feet, but not long.

William Sinclair Marris

1925 · Blank verse
Upon the word he tied to a great column
The cable of a blue-prowed ship, and slung it
About the round-house, stretching it high up
So that the feet of none might touch the ground.
And, as when thrushes with long wings, or doves
Dash right into a snare set in a thicket,
When they are making for their rest, and ’tis
A cruel bed that takes them, so the women
Held in a row their heads, and round the necks
Of all were nooses cast, that they might die
A death most piteous. With their feet they writhed
A little while—not long.

Francis Caulfeild

1921 · Hexameter verse
So did he speak, and he stretched the mooring rope of a galley
Tightly between a solid post and the roof of the kitchen,
Fixing it high, that none, with her feet, might reach to the pavement.
And, as perchance you have seen the long-winged pigeons or fieldfares
Strike their heads on a rail which is fixed half hid in a thicket
As they are going to roost (but a hateful roosting awaits them),
So were their heads in a row, and around each neck was a slip knot,
That they might, one and all, most wretchedly die: and they struggled,
Just for a little while, with their feet: it was but a little.

A. T. Murray

1919 · Prose
So he spoke, and tied the cable of a dark-prowed ship to a great pillar and flung it round the dome, stretching it on high that none might reach the ground with her feet. And as when long-winged thrushes or doves fall into a snare that is set in a thicket, as they seek to reach their resting-place, and hateful is the bed that gives them welcome, even so the women held their heads in a row, and round the necks of all nooses were laid, that they might die most piteously. And they writhed a little while with their feet, but not long.

Henry Bernard Cotterill

1911 · Hexameter verse
Speaking, he seized on the rope of a blue-prowed vessel and lashed it
High on a pillar, and over the dome of the kitchen he flung it,
Hoisting it tautly, that none might reach to the ground for a foothold.
Then, as it haps if a covey of long-winged thrushes or pigeons
Suddenly fall in the snares of a trap that is set in a thicket,
Whither they flock for the night—but a bed right cruel receives them—
Thus with their heads in a row stood all of the women, with nooses
Over the neck, to a death most cruel and pitiful destined.
So with their feet some moments they writhed—and soon it was over.

J. W. Mackail

1903 · Quatrains
So said he, and the vaulted kitchen round
The cable of a blue-prowed ship he bound,
Tying it from a pillar stretched aloft
So high that no one’s feet might touch the ground.
And even as are entangled in a net,
Within a thicket of the wood is set,
Pigeons or long-winged thrushes hasting in
To roost, and doleful is the bed they get:
So by the head these hung there side by side,
And round the neck of each a noose was tied
That they might die most dismally; and they
Twitched with their feet a little, and so died.

Samuel Butler

1900 · Prose
So saying he made a ship’s cable fast to one of the bearing-posts that supported the roof of the domed room, and secured it all around the building, at a good height, lest any of the women’s feet should touch the ground; and as thrushes or doves beat against a net that has been set for them in a thicket just as they were getting to their nest, and a terrible fate awaits them, even so did the women have to put their heads in nooses one after the other and die most miserably. Their feet moved convulsively for a while, but not for very long.

J. G. Cordery

1897 · Blank verse
Speaking, the cable of a dark-prowed ship
Fast from a pillar of the corridor
He looped about the round-house’ pointed roof.
And drew it tight across the strait, aloft
Lest any with her feet should touch the ground,
And strung them up. As doves or thrushes plunge
Into a springe within a thicket, where
For roost they enter, but the nest is death;
So in one line with nodding heads they hung
From nooses round their necks to speed their end,
With feet no long while quivering ere they died.

William Morris

1887 · Rhyming irregular lines
So he spake; and therewith the cable of a black-prowed ship he found,
And made fast to a lofty pillar and cast it the kitchen around,
And stretched it aloft that no one might touch the earth with her feet;
And e’en as the long-winged thrushes or the doves ’gainst a net may beat,
Which, when unto roost they betake them amidst the boughs is spread,
And verily there are they taken and they come to a loathly bed;
So these held their heads in order, and round their necks each one
Ran the noose, that they might perish by the evilest death undone;
And they writhed with their feet for a little, but their season was but short

George Herbert Palmer

1884 · Prose
He spoke, and tied the cable of a dark-bowed ship to a great pillar, then lashed it to the round-house, stretching it high across, too high for one to touch the feet upon the ground. And as the wide-winged thrushes or the doves strike on a net set in the bushes; and when they think to go to roost a cruel bed receives them; even so the women held their heads in line, and around every neck a noose was laid, that they might die most vilely. They twitched their feet a little, but not long.

Arthur S. Way

1880 · Fourteeners
Then the rope of an azure-prowed ship round a lofty pillar he cast:
O’er the peak of the dome did he slip it, and lashed he the ends of it fast;
And he strained it up high, that the feet of none on the ground should light.
And as broad-winged thrushes, or sweet-cooing doves, in their homeward flight
Dash headlong into a net mid the twilight bushes set,
And as merrily nestward they go, into hatefullest bed they fall,—
So held they their heads arow, and around the necks of them all
The strangling nooses clung, a death most wretched to die.
And their feet for a little—not long—there quivered convulsively.

Butcher & Lang

1879 · Prose
With that word he tied the cable of a dark-prowed ship to a great pillar and flung it round the vaulted room, and fastened it aloft, that none might touch the ground with her feet. And even as when thrushes, long of wing, or doves fall into a net that is set in a thicket, as they seek to their roosting-place, and a loathly bed harbours them, even so the women held their heads all in a row, and about all their necks nooses were cast, that they might die by the most pitiful death. And they writhed with their feet for a little space, but for no long while.

Roscoe Mongan

1879 · Prose
Thus then he spoke; and fastening a cable of an azure-prowed ship to a tall pillar, he threw it round the dome, stretching it on high, that no one might reach the ground with her feet. As when either broad-winged thrushes, or doves strike against a snare, which stood in a thicket, when anxious to enter their nest, but a hateful bed has received them: so they held their heads in order, and loops were around all their necks, that they might die as miserably as possible. And they struggled with their feet for a short time, but not very long.

G. A. Schomberg

1879 · Blank verse
He spake; the cable of a dark-prowed ship
He took, which to a pillar he made fast,
And passed the end around the outhouse dome,
And stretched it out aloft, that with their feet,
When hanging from it, none could touch the ground:
As thrushes, with their fluttering wings, or doves,
When eager for the roost and for repose,
A dismal sleep awaits them,—when they fall
Into the springe laid for them in the copse,—
So in a row, with halters round their necks,
The wretched women all were hung together;
And thus they died, a miserable death.
For some short moments with their feet they writhed
Convulsively, not long; then all was still.

Mordaunt Barnard

1876 · Blank verse
He spake; and from a pillar of the tow’r
Hanging the cable of a dark-proved ship
Put it around them, stretching it on high
That no one with her feet might reach the ground.
As when the long-winged throstles or the doves
Strike on a net, which in a bush is placed,
Ent’ring their nest, whom a sad couch awaits,
So they in order held their heads; round all
Their necks were nooses; ’twas a wretched death.
They quivered with their feet, but not for long.

William Cullen Bryant

1871 · Blank verse
He spake, and made the hawser of a ship
Fast to a lofty shaft; the other end
He wound about the kitchen vault. So high
He stretched it that the feet of none who hung
On it might touch the ground. As when a flock
Of broad-winged thrushes or wild pigeons strike
A net within a thicket, as they seek
Their perch, and find unwelcome durance there,
So hung the women, with their heads a-row,
And cords about their necks, that they might die
A miserable death. A little while,
And but a little, quivered their loose feet
In air.

Lovelace Bigge-Wither

1869 · Accentual verse
Thus did he speak; and cordage of a ship
He hung from a mighty pillar winding it
Around the pantry,-and-stretched in-a-line aloft,
That none with-her-feet should reach unto the ground.
As when the long-winged field-fares, or wild doves
Impinge on-the-net in some thick covert set
As-to-roost they speed,—and-a-hateful perch receives them;
Thus held these women in a row their heads,
And all their necks around were nooses fixed,
That they might die the wretchedest of deaths!
They quivered-their-feet a little while—not long!

G. W. Edginton

1869 · Blank verse
The rope then fastening of a blue prow’d ship,
Round a large column of that arched court,
He threw it round them, high extending it,
That none might with their feet touch on the ground:
And as when thrushes with extended wings,
Or doves shall fly upon a net which stands
In shady thicket, entering a clos’d place;
And a sad nest receiveth them; so these
In order held their heads: round all their necks
Were tightened nooses, so that they might die
Most wretchedly; and now were they convuls’d
A short time in their feet, life left them soon.

George Musgrave

1865 · Blank verse
He spake ;—and to a lofty pillar’s shaft
The hawser binding of a dark-ribb’d ship,
Around the vaulted roof the rope he cast
And from on high a running noose drew down,
Whence none the pavement with her feet could touch:
And as when thrushes, with their outspread wings,
Or doves, against a net, which in some copse
Extended hangs have on a sudden dash’d,
(As they their nests were nearing), and a bed,
Which hath their foe become, includes them all—
So did this female group their heads in line
One with the other hold, and round their necks
Were slip-knots run, that by the direst death
They all might perish. For a space, indeed,
They with their feet in grasping spasm strove,
But, all was over soon.

T. S. Norgate

1863 · Blank verse
He spake; and up
On lofty pillar fast he made a cable
Of a dark-prowed ship, and threw it round the scullery,
And stretched it up on high, that with her feet
Not one might reach the ground. And as, when doves,
Taking themselves to roost, or long-winged thrushes,
Fall into a gin, which stood set up in shrubbery,
And a hateful perch receives them so to roost;
So, with their heads in a row were now those women,
And nooses were there round the necks of all,
That they should die most pitiably. And a little,
But very little with their legs they struggled,
Not at all long.

Philip Stanhope Worsley

1861 · Spenserian stanzas
He spake, and hawser of a blue-prowed ship
Down from high pillar of the dome he let,
Fastened aloft, lest too near earth they dip.
As doves or long-winged thrushes on a net
Strike in a thick bush, when to bed they get,
And find ill roosting where they nightly throng,
So were their heads caught, and the nooses set
Fast round their necks, to make their misery strong,
And with their feet they writhed a little while, not long.

J. A. Giles

1858 · Prose
‘Ως αρα thus then εφη he said, και and εξαψας having fastened πεισμα the cable νεος of a ship κυανοπρωροιο with azure prow κιονος μεγαλης from a tall pillar περιβαλλεν he threw it round θολοιο the dome, επαντανυσας stretching it υψοσε on high, μη lest τις any one ικοιτο should touch ουδας the pavement ποσι with the feet. ‘Ως δ’ οτε and as when η either κιχλαι thrushes τανυσσιπτεροι with long wings ηε or πελειαι doves ενιπληξησι strike against ερκει a snare το τε which εστηκεl stood εν Θαμνῳ in a thicket, εσιεμεναι when eager to enter αυλιν their nest, στυγερος δε κοιτος and a hateful bed ὑπεδεξατο has received them; ὡς so αιγε they εχον held κεφαλας their heads ἐξεξης in order βροχοι δε and loops ησαν were αμφι around πασαις δειρησιν all their necks, ὁπως that θανοιεν they might die οικτιστα most pitiably, ησπαιρον δε and they struggled ποδεσσι with their feet μινυνθαπερ briefly, ουτι μαλα δη not very much indeed.

Theodore Alois Buckley

1851 · Prose
Thus he spoke; and fastening the cable of an azure-prowed ship to a tall column, he threw it round the dome, stretching it out on high, that no one might reach the ground with her feet. But as when either broad-winged thrushes or doves strike against a net, which stood in a thicket, as they are entering their nest, and a hateful bed has received them: so they held their heads in order, and around all their necks were cords, that they might die as miserably as possible. And they struggled convulsively with their feet for a little while, not very long.

William Sotheby

1834 · Heroic couplets
He spake, and from a stately column wound
A ship’s strong cord, and girt the dome around,
Drew it aloft, that none, thus high upraised,
Could with stretch’d foot the ground have lightly grazed.
As doves or broad wing’d thrushes, who, on flight
Amid the thickets, in a net alight,
Ill resting find, thus these together strung,
In wretchedest of deaths suspended hung:
And now in life’s last throb, as ceased the breath,
Quiver’d their feet, then—motionless in death.

H. F. Cary

1823 · Prose
Thus he spoke; and fastening a cable of an azure-prowed ship to a tall pillar, he threw it round the dome, stretching it on high, that no one might reach the ground with her feet. As when either broad-winged thrushes, or doves strike against a net, which stood in a thicket, entering their nest, but a hateful bed has received them: so they held their heads in order, and there were cords around all their necks, that they might die as miserably as possible. And they struggled with their feet for a little while, not very long.

William Cowper

1792 · Blank verse
He said, and noosing a strong galley-rope
To an huge column, led the cord around
The spacious dome, suspended so aloft
That none with quiv’ring feet might reach the floor.
As when a flight of doves ent’ring the copse,
Or broad-wing’d thrushes, strike against the net
Within, ill rest, entangled, there they find,
So they, suspended by the neck, expired
All in one line together. Death abhorr’d!
With restless feet awhile they beat the air,
Then ceas’d.

Alexander Pope

1725 · Heroic couplets
Thus speaking, on the circling wall he strung
A ship’s tough cable from a column hung;
Near the high top he strain’d it strongly round,
Whence no contending foot could reach the ground.
Their heads above connected in a row,
They beat the air with quivering feet below:
Thus on some tree hung struggling in the snare,
The doves or thrushes flap their wings in air.
Soon fled the soul impure, and left behind
The empty corse to waver with the wind.

Thomas Hobbes

1675 · Heroic couplets
This having said, he stretch’d
Between two pillars high a great strong rope,
That with their feet the ground could not be reach’d;
Hung there, they sprawl’d awhile, but could not drop.

John Ogilby

1665 · Heroic couplets
This said, a Rope on a cross Beam he bound,
High, lest their dangling Feet should touch the Ground.
So her expanded Wings a Dove or Thrush
Shakes in the Net conccal’d within a Bush,
Entring the Hedge catch’d in unhappy Beds:
So noos’d in wofull order hung their Heads,
Shaking their Feet a while, untill their Breath
Stifled, they dy’d a due and shamefull Death.

George Chapman

1615 · Heroic couplets
This said, a halser of a ship they cast
About a cross-beam of the roof, which fast
They made about their necks, in twelve parts cut,
And hal’d them up so high they could not put
Their feet to any stay. As which was done,
Look how a mavis, or a pigeon,
In any grove caught with a springe or net,
With struggling pinions ’gainst the ground doth beat
Her tender body, and that then strait bed
Is sour to that swing in which she was bred:
So striv’d these taken birds, till every one
Her pliant halter had enforc’d upon
Her stubborn neck, and then aloft was haul’d
To wretched death. A little space they sprawl’d,
Their feet fast moving, but were quickly still.