About the Work
This volume presents Ovid’s Metamorphoses in an English verse translation by various hands, published under the editorship of Sir Samuel Garth in an 1826 London edition. The work is a collaborative translation of one of classical antiquity’s most enduring poetic achievements—a continuous narrative poem that collects and weaves together the mythological traditions of Greece and Rome, unified by a single thematic thread: transformation. The translation itself is attributed to several prominent English poets of the late seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries, with John Dryden responsible for the opening book and Joseph Addison contributing substantial portions of the middle books, alongside other translators whose names appear at the head of individual books.
The poem proper opens with an invocation that announces its scope: a song of bodies changed into various forms, stretching from the beginning of nature to the age of Caesar. This framing device establishes the work’s ambition—nothing less than a complete mythological history of the world, from its chaotic origins to the establishment of Roman civilization. The translation preserves the epic grandeur of the original while rendering it in the rhymed couplets that were the standard English measure for heroic verse in the period. The result is a work that stands at a double remove from its source: Ovid’s Latin poem of the early Roman Empire, filtered through the aesthetic sensibilities and poetic conventions of Augustan England.
The book is organized into the traditional fifteen books of the Metamorphoses, though this edition presents them in a sequence of separately paginated sections. Each book contains multiple myths linked by narrative transitions, genealogical connections, or thematic resonances, creating a tapestry of stories that range from cosmic creation to intimate personal tragedy. The translation was clearly intended for a literate audience familiar with classical mythology, as the notes and apparatus assume knowledge of the gods, heroes, and places that populate Ovid’s mythological universe.
Context
The Metamorphoses represents the culmination of Ovid’s poetic career and stands as one of the most influential works of classical literature. Written during the reign of Augustus, the poem draws upon the vast storehouse of Greek and Roman mythology, organizing it into a continuous narrative that begins with the creation of the world and ends with the deification of Julius Caesar. This chronological sweep gives the work an encyclopedic quality, as if Ovid sought to gather all the myths of the known world into a single, unified poem.
The translation presented here belongs to a different historical moment—the flowering of English neoclassicism in the late seventeenth and early eighteenth centuries. This was a period when English poets looked to the classics not merely as sources of stories but as models of literary excellence. The decision to translate Ovid into rhymed couplets reflects the aesthetic values of this age, which prized wit, elegance, and polish. The collaborative nature of the translation—with different books assigned to different poets—was itself a characteristic practice of the period, when literary projects often took on the character of collective enterprises among the educated elite.
The choice of Ovid as a subject for translation is significant. Unlike Virgil, whose Aeneid provided a dignified national epic for Rome, Ovid offered something more various and entertaining: a poem of love, violence, wonder, and transformation that could be appreciated for its sheer storytelling power. The Metamorphoses had been known and read throughout the Middle Ages and Renaissance, providing material for countless retellings in vernacular literature. By the eighteenth century, it had become a standard text in the education of the European elite, a storehouse of mythological reference that poets and painters drew upon constantly.
The edition itself, published in London in 1826, belongs to the era of mass print culture, when classical texts were being made available to a broader reading public through relatively inexpensive editions. The presence of a library ownership mark from the University of Pittsburgh’s Darlington Memorial Library indicates the book’s later history as an institutional copy, preserved for scholarly use. The translation thus represents a chain of transmission stretching from Augustan Rome through neoclassical England to the modern university library—a material reminder of the poem’s enduring cultural authority.
Structure of the Book
The Metamorphoses is organized as a continuous narrative poem divided into fifteen books, each containing multiple myths that are linked by various devices of transition. The overall structure follows a chronological progression from the creation of the world to the age of Caesar, but within this framework Ovid moves freely among stories, connecting them through genealogical relationships, geographical associations, or thematic echoes.
Book I establishes the cosmic frame. It opens with the creation of the world from chaos, proceeds through the four ages of humanity (golden, silver, brazen, and iron), and then narrows its focus to particular myths: the war of the giants against heaven, the story of Lycaon’s impiety and punishment, and the great flood that Jove sends to destroy humanity. The book concludes with the story of Deucalion and Pyrrha, who repopulate the earth by casting stones behind them, and then moves into a series of myths involving divine pursuit and transformation: Daphne fleeing Apollo and becoming a laurel; Io, transformed into a heifer by Jove to hide his adultery, and her eventual restoration; and the story of Syrinx, told by Mercury to lull Argus to sleep.
Book II continues with the story of Phaethon, who attempts to drive his father Apollo’s sun-chariot and nearly destroys the world before Jove strikes him down with a thunderbolt. The book then follows Jove’s subsequent amours: his seduction of Callisto, transformed into a bear by Juno’s jealousy and then placed among the stars; and his abduction of Europa in the form of a bull. The book also contains the story of Mercury and Aglauros, who is turned to stone for her envy.
Book III shifts to the story of Cadmus, who founds Thebes after slaying a dragon sacred to Mars, and includes the myths of Actaeon (torn apart by his own hounds for seeing Diana bathing), Semele (consumed by Jove’s glory), and Tiresias (who was blinded for answering a dispute between Jove and Juno). The book concludes with the stories of Narcissus, who falls in love with his own reflection and wastes away, and Pentheus, who is torn apart by the maenads for denying Bacchus’s divinity.
Book IV continues the Theban cycle with the stories of the daughters of Minyas, who refuse to honor Bacchus and are transformed into bats. Within their storytelling, the book contains the myths of Pyramus and Thisbe, Salmacis and Hermaphroditus, and the tragic tale of Athamas and Ino. Book IV concludes with the story of Perseus, who rescues Andromeda and recounts his slaying of Medusa.
Book V opens with the battle between Perseus and Phineus at the wedding feast, then shifts to the abduction of Proserpine by Pluto and Ceres’s search for her daughter. The book includes the story of Arethusa, transformed into a fountain to escape the river god Alpheus, and concludes with the contest between the Muses and the Pierides, which contains the story of Triptolemus and the origin of the owl.
Book VI contains the tragic tale of Niobe, whose pride in her fourteen children leads to their destruction by Apollo and Diana, and the story of Philomela, Procne, and Tereus—one of the darkest myths in the collection, involving rape, mutilation, and the murder of a child. The book concludes with the story of Boreas and Orithyia.
Book VII focuses on Medea, beginning with her love for Jason and her magical assistance in his quest for the golden fleece. The book includes her rejuvenation of Jason’s father Aeson, her treacherous murder of Pelias at the hands of his own daughters, and her subsequent flight to Athens, where she attempts to poison Theseus. The book also contains the story of Cephalus and Procris, a tragic tale of mistaken identity and accidental murder.
Book VIII includes the story of Nisus and Scylla, whose betrayal of her father for love of Minos leads to her transformation into a lark; the building of the labyrinth by Daedalus; the flight of Daedalus and Icarus; and the lengthy story of Meleager and the Calydonian boar hunt, which concludes with the tragic death of Meleager at the hands of his own mother.
The book continues with the story of Althaea’s internal conflict as she decides whether to avenge her brother’s death by burning the brand that holds her son Meleager’s life. This passage, which concludes the surviving notes, presents one of the most psychologically complex moments in the entire poem—a mother torn between her love for her son and her duty to her brother, ultimately choosing the latter and destroying her own child.
Inside the Book
The Title Page and the Argument of the Poem
The volume opens with a title page announcing it as “OVID’S METAMORPHOSES: TRANSLATED BY VARIOUS AUTHORS,” published by Sir Samuel Garth in London in 1826. The text proper begins with Book I, translated by Mr. Dryden. A summary of contents lists the great themes to come: the creation of the world, the four ages of man, the Giants’ war, and the transformations of Daphne, Io, Argus, and Syrinx. The poem itself opens with an invocation to the gods, asking for inspiration to sing “Of bodies chang’d to various forms” from the very birth of nature to the times of Caesar.
From Chaos to the Creation of Man
The narrative begins before the world was formed, when one face of nature existed—a rude, indigested mass named Chaos, a lifeless lump of jarring seeds where hot and cold, soft and hard, and light and heavy were all mixed together. God, or Nature, ended these discords, separating the elements: fire ascended to the sky, air followed, earth sank beneath with its heavy seeds, and waters roared about her coasts. The God then moulded the earth into a round sphere, gave the winds their places, bade waters flow, and shaded woods. He designed five zones on earth to correspond with the heavens: the middle scorched by the sun, the poles in endless winter, and two temperate climates between. The winds were not left at large but were sent to their proper quarters: Eurus to the east, Zephyr to the west, Boreas to the frozen north, and Auster to the rainy south. Above the clouds, a clearer space of liquid ether was set aside for the stars, which kindled and adorned the heavens. The vacant sky was filled with gods, the plains with beasts, the air with birds, and the seas with fish.
Then man was designed, conscious of thought and formed for empire. His soul was inspired with particles of heavenly fire, or earth new-divided from the sky retained its ethereal energy, which wise Prometheus tempered into paste and mixed with living streams. Unlike the beasts, man looks aloft with erected eyes, beholding his hereditary skies. Thus, the text declares, “earth was metamorphos’d into Man.”
The Four Ages of the World
The Golden Age came first, when man knew no rule but uncorrupted reason, doing good by native bent, unforced by punishment and unawed by fear. There were no written laws, no courts, no judges; conscience was the only guard. No pines had yet descended to the seas as ships, no walls surrounded cities, and no swords were drawn. The teeming earth, unprovoked, yielded its fruit—wildings, strawberries, and falling acorns—while western winds maintained an immortal spring, and honey sweated through the pores of oaks.
When Saturn was banished, Jove ruled the world, and the Silver Age followed. Summer, autumn, and winter appeared, and spring became but a single season. The sun made his annual course oblique, contracting the good days and enlarging the bad. Air glowed with heat, and winds were clogged with ice and snow, forcing mortals to seek shelter in caves and homely sheds. Ploughs broke the furrows, and oxen laboured beneath the yoke. The Brazen Age came next, a warlike offspring prompt to bloody rage but not yet impious. Then Hard Steel succeeded, and men grew stubborn as the metal. Truth, modesty, and shame forsook the world, replaced by fraud, avarice, and force. Sails spread upon the seas, and greedy mortals dug precious ore from the earth’s entrails, which the prudent gods had laid next to hell. Cursed steel and more accursed gold gave mischief birth. Mankind broke loose from all moral bands: the guest was slain by his host, the son-in-law pursued his father’s life, wives murdered husbands and husbands their wives, stepdames poisoned their sons, and sons inquired into their fathers’ years. Faith fled, piety mourned, and justice returned to heaven.
Nor were the gods themselves safe, for the Giants moved against besieged heaven, piling hills on hills. Jove avenged the assault with thunder, and the monsters, singed and transfixed, mixed their blood with the native earth. That blood, endued with animating heat, begot a new race in the pregnant earth—an impious, arrogant, cruel brood that nursed hatred against the gods.
The Council of the Gods and the Tale of Lycaon
The King of Gods beheld the earth from on high, revolving in his memory the guilt of Lycaon and his inhuman treat. He sighed, kindled to wrath, and called a general council of the gods. They issued from their abodes and filled the assembly, gathering in a way in heaven’s plain that is visible below when the skies are clear. It is at this council that Jove will reveal the crimes he has witnessed and declare his intention to destroy mankind, setting the stage for the flood and the subsequent renewal of the world.
The Pursuit of Daphne and the Origin of the Laurel
The narrative shifts to Phoebus (Apollo) pursuing the nymph Daphne, begging her to slow her flight. He declares he is no shepherd or basely born, but a god whom Claros, Delphi, and Tenedos obey, the son of the king of gods, who sees all fate, invented the lyre, and is the great physician below—yet no plant can cure his love-sickness. Daphne flees, fear giving her wings, and the wind exposes her legs, making the god more eager. A simile compares him to a greyhound chasing a hare. Spent and pale, Daphne calls on her father, the river god Peneus, begging for help, asking that the earth gape or her form be changed. Her feet numb, a rind grows over her body; her hair becomes leaves, her arms boughs, and she becomes a laurel tree, only the smoothness of her skin remaining. Phoebus embraces the tree, feels it pant, and kisses the rind, but it swerves aside. He declares that since she cannot be his mistress, she shall be his tree: the prize of honour crowning poets and victors, adorning Roman festivals, gracing Caesar’s triumph, and ever green, unharmed by thunder. The tree shakes its head in pleasure.
The Grief of Inachus and the Seduction of Io
The scene shifts to Thessalia, where an ancient forest in Tempe’s valley encloses the rapid river Peneus. In a rocky cave, Peneus gives audience to the rivers, his dependent deities, who gather doubtful whether to congratulate his daughter’s honour or lament her fate. Only Inachus is absent, weeping for his own loss—his daughter Io, whether strayed or dead. A flashback reveals that Jove had beheld Io returning from her father’s brook, desired her, and invited her to cooler shades, claiming he was no puny power but the ruler of seas and land. She fled, but he involved air and earth in vapours imitating night, suppressed her flight, and enjoyed her. Juno, from on high, saw the unnatural mist over Arcady and, suspecting betrayal, dispelled the shadows. Jove, foreseeing her descent, transformed Io into a lovely cow.
Narcissus’s Lament and Death
Narcissus, gazing into the fountain, finally understands the cruel trick of his reflection. He sees that the image smiles when he smiles and weeps when he weeps, and seems to speak words he cannot hear. Too late, he realizes the deceit is himself—he loves his own image, burning with fires he himself has kindled. He questions whom he should court, noting that his very enjoyment produces his restraint, and that too much plenty makes him die for want. He wishes he could remove himself from the thing he loves. Fainting with grief, he declares he will die in the pride of blooming youth, hoping death will relieve his sorrows. He wishes the visionary youth could survive, but sees that the image’s fate is involved in his own.
The weeping youth returns to the fountain and burns again. His tears deface the surface with circles, and the face appears o’errun with wrinkles and deformed with tears. He cries out, asking where the image flies, wishing to still feed the flame. He rends his garment and beats his breast; his naked bosom reddens with the blow, like purple clusters before autumn heat refines them to wine. Spying the glowing beauties of his breast, he dies with renewed passion. He melts like wax or ice before the sun; his beauty withers and his limbs decay. Echo, despite her wrongs, grieves to see him and answers his moans, sighing back his sighs and groaning to every groan. When Narcissus cries “Ah, youth, beloved in vain!” she replies the same. When he says “Farewell!” she replies “Farewell!” He lies gasping on the unwholesome earth until death shuts his self-admiring eyes. His ghost retires to the cold shades and admires itself in the Stygian waves. The Naiads and Dryads mourn him, and Echo answers them. When the sister-nymphs prepare his urn, they find only a rising stalk crowned with yellow blossoms.
Tiresias and Pentheus
This sad event gave blind Tiresias fame as a prophet throughout Greece. Only the unhallowed Pentheus dared deride the people and their eyeless guide. The prophet, shaking his hoary head, tells Pentheus it would be well if he were eyeless too, for the time comes—already here—when the young god’s solemnities appear; if Pentheus does not adorn them with just rites, his impious carcase shall be torn into pieces and strew the woods, hanging on every thorn. Pentheus still scorns him, but time fulfilled the prophet’s threats.
Young Bacchus rode through prostrate Greece while howling matrons celebrated the god. All ranks and sexes ran to his orgies. Pentheus expresses wicked rage, asking what madness possesses the Thebans—whether hollow timbrels, drunken shouts, and lewd clamours of a beastly rout can quell their courage, and whether women’s yells can disarm those whom neither sword nor trumpet could fright. He addresses the elders who left their old abodes and fixed their country gods in foreign earth, asking if they will yield the city without a stroke. He addresses the youth, whose vigour should inspire heroic warmth, reminding them of their ally who fought the serpent for his well of waters. He says if Thebes must fall, he wishes the Fates would afford a noble doom from famine, fire, or sword, so Thebans might perish with renown—but now a beardless victor sacks the town, pleased by luxury, purple vests, and flowery garlands. He declares he will make the counterfeit renounce his godhead, noting that Acrisius repelled this boasted power from the Grecian walls. He orders them to drag the impostor boy to him. His friends and grandsire dissuade him in vain; he raves the more, like a river restrained by dams that bears down all and foams along the plain.
Acoetes’s Tale
His servants return besmeared with blood, having found not the god but dragged a zealous votary along. Pentheus views him with fury and asks his country, parentage, and why he joins the mad orgies. The captive, with undaunted eyes, replies that he comes from high Maeonia’s rocky shores, of poor descent, named Acoetes. His sire was meanly born, with no oxen or pasture; his whole estate lay in the waters, catching fish with lines and hooks. His father bequeathed this livelihood, saying, “In streams, my boy, and rivers take thy chance; there swims thy whole inheritance.” Acoetes lived long on this legacy until, tired with rocks and his native sky, he inclined to navigation, observing winds, learning havens, and noting the stormy Hyades, the rainy Goat, bright Taygete, and the shining Bears. Once bound for Delos, his vessel was driven by wind to moor in a Chian creek; he spent the night in Chios. At morning he sent mates for water while he explored the winds, then summoned his crew aboard. Opheltes brought to shore a soft and lovely boy with more than female sweetness, whom he had taken straggling in the fields. The captive glows with wine fumes, nods with sleep, and staggers. Acoetes views him, tracing each heavenly feature, and declares he sees divinity in his face, saying he knows not who this god should be but plainly sees he is a god, and asks the boy to excuse the force used and befriend their course. Dictys, one of the crew, interrupts, urging haste and claiming the boy is no god but a mortal prize.
Leucothoe and Clytie
The sun-god Phoebus loved Leucothoe. Her father, enraged at his honor being stained, abandoned paternal feeling and buried her alive. Phoebus shone his beams on her grave, and the earth gave way, but she was already lifeless, though still lovely. Phoebus wept for her as he had when the world was fired and his boy Phaethon perished. He tried to revive her but fate denied this power, so he poured nectar over her cold body, declaring she did not deserve to die but would reach the sky through odors. Her body dissolved, perfuming the ground, and a frankincense tree grew from it.
Clytie, who had betrayed the Sun by revealing his love affair, was guilty through excessive passion. Her grief made her pine alone in wilds for nine days and nights, eating nothing but her tears and dew. She turned toward the Sun as he rolled, until fixed to earth. Her paleness remained in a flower, with some purple streaks—the heliotrope, which still pursues the sun with its leaves and root.
Alcithoe’s Storytelling
The sisters heard these wonders with mixed belief. They requested Alcithoe take her turn telling stories. She agreed, mentioning Daphnis, turned to stone by an enamored nymph through jealousy; Scython, who changed sex; and Celmis, grown to adamant for telling what he saw of Jove’s childhood, plus Crocus and Smilax turned to flowers. Then she tells the tale of Salmacis and Hermaphroditus.
The Naiads nursed a child born to Cytherea and Hermes, named from both parents. At fifteen, he left Ida and crossed Lycian fields.
Niobe’s Boast and the Goddess’s Wrath
The passage opens with Niobe, queen of Thebes, in full rhetorical fury before her people. She scorns them for worshipping Latona, dismissing the goddess as a “pretended pow’r” built on mere rumor. Niobe then unfolds her own pedigree with pride: her ancestor Tantalus dined with the gods, her mother was sister to the Pleiads, and her grandfather Atlas—who bears the heavens—sprang from Jove himself. She reminds the Thebans that her city was raised by her husband’s lute and stands crowned with turrets, that her treasures are unbounded, and that she has borne seven daughters and seven sons of divine form—an indefective line. She contrasts this with Latona, whom she calls the vagrant progeny of the Titan Caeus, noting that the whole earth refused Latona shelter until the wandering island of Delos pitied her. Latona, Niobe sneers, became a mother of two at most—only a seventh of what Niobe boasts. Her joys, she declares, are fixed beyond fortune’s reach; even if some of her children perished, she could still safely vie with the goddess, who by her scanty breed barely escapes the shame of childlessness. She commands the people to uncrown their laurelled heads and abandon their “silly farce.” The timorous throng obeys with regret, tearing off the verdant laurel and murmuring soft prayers as they yield to their haughty queen.
High on Cynthus’ shady mount, Latona witnesses the affront with grief. Revolving the abuse in her breast, she addresses her twin offspring, Phoebus and Diana, reminding them that she who once claimed precedence over all but Juno now languishes in disgrace. Her godhead is questioned, her rites banished from her shrine—unless they succor her. Worse, the “imp of Tantalus” has dared to prefer her mortal breed to Latona’s and called the goddess childless, a slight Latona prays Fate may make Niobe bitterly regret. Phoebus replies in haste that they have heard enough; every moment lost is vengeance deferred. Diana concurs. Both enshroud their heavenly bodies in a sable cloud and descend through the yielding air toward the Theban towers.
The Slaughter of Niobe’s Sons
Outside the city wall lies a champaign ground, beaten level by trampling horses and chariot wheels. There, part of Niobe’s proud progeny—her sons—practice riding the managed steed, their bridles bossed with gold and their furniture dyed in Tyrian purple. Ismenos, the first fair issue of the fruitful queen, draws his rein to guide his horse around the circling course, but sighs deeply as a shaft strikes engorged within his breast. The reins drop from his dying hand, and he tumbles onto the sand. Sipylus hears the rattling quiver and flees, like a pilot who descries a gathering storm and crowds all sail to escape; but an unerring dart overtakes him, fixed in his neck behind, its point besmeared with blood emerging at his throat. He falls prone, bathing his courser’s name in streaming gore.
The archers next take aim at young Phsedimus and Tantalus, who bears his grandsire’s name. These two, their other exercise done, have begun the wrestler’s oily sport, straining every nerve in closest grapple, breast to breast. An arrow from the bending bow, joined as they are, pierces both bodies. They groan, writhe, and fall together bleeding on the plain, rolling their languid eyeballs faintly before breathing away their souls together. Alphenor, seeing their doleful plight, smites his breast and sickens at the sight; he runs to their succor with eager haste, fondly grieving as he embraces their stiffening limbs—but in that action he falls, a thrilling dart guided by Phoebus piercing him to the heart. As the shaft is drawn forth, its barbed point tears his midriff, bearing fleshy fragments, and his soul gushes out in streams of purple gore. Damascithon, beardless and young, lies gasping from a double wound: a steel point stuck through his knee and nervous joint, and as he stoops to tug the painful dart, another strikes him in a vital part, shot through his wezon, the life-blood forcing it out as it springs upward. Ilioneus, the last, stands in terror, lifting unavailing hands in prayer, ignorant of the source of his grief, crying “Spare me, O all ye heav’nly pow’rs.” Phoebus is touched too late; the sounding bow has already sent the shaft, striking a fatal blow that but gently gored his tender side—so by a slight and easy wound he dies.
Swift to the mother’s ears comes the rumor, and doleful sighs proclaim the heavy news. Niobe is seized with anger and surprise.
Procne’s Revenge on Tereus
The narrative shifts to the grim conclusion of Procne and Philomela’s story. Procne resolves that tears only delay action; her husband Tereus must die by the sword or worse torture. She catalogs possible revenges—burning the palace, cutting out his eyes, seizing his tongue with instruments, or cutting away “the part that injured” her sister—but is distracted by too many options. When Itys, her son by Tereus, approaches fondly, she takes from him “the cruel fatal hint.” She calls him too like his wicked sire. Her anger briefly softens at the child’s embrace and prattling, and tears disarm her—but then she looks again at her injured sister’s face. She argues that conjugal duty to Tereus would itself be a crime against Pandion’s noble blood.
Procne seizes the child like a tigress dragging a fawn through India’s groves. In a remote apartment, she stabs Itys to the heart. The boy holds out his hands and calls to his mother, but she persists. Philomela then cuts his throat. Both dissect the body, boiling parts in caldrons and roasting parts on spits; the floor runs with gore. Tereus is invited unknowingly to the feast. Procne calls it a mystic sacrifice only the wife could attend, and the slaves withdraw. Tereus eats his own son. When he calls for Itys, Procne says, “Within yourself your Itys you may find.” Philomela, blood-stained with dishevelled hair, throws Itys’s head in his face. Tereus flees the table, tries to vomit, calls himself his son’s tomb, then pursues the sisters with a sword. They escape on wings—one to the woods, one to the roof. Philomela’s breast retains crimson spots. Tereus becomes a lapwing with crested plumes and a spear-like beak.
Pandion’s Succession and Boreas’s Rape
Pandion dies of grief. Erechtheus rules next, with four sons and four daughters. Procris marries Cephalus. Orithyia rejects Boreas because of his Thracian blood. Boreas complains that he has sued softly and been scorned.
Althaea’s Fatal Choice
Althaea brings out the brand whose life is bound to her son Meleager’s. She lays chips upon the hearth and kindles the fire, then lifts her hand three times to cast the brand in, and three times draws it back. Her heart is split between the claims of sisterhood and motherhood—two titles warring in one breast. Her face shifts with her passions: now flushed with fury, now pale with pity; now her looks threaten storms, now love smooths them over. She resolves, then wavers; rage dries her tears, and fresh tears follow. The poet compares her mind to a ship caught between wind and current, driven by a double force. She relents in pity, then repents of that pity. The scales of her judgment hang long between sister and mother, but at last the beam tips toward the sister. She sighs softly, then roars aloud, yet her sighs are swallowed in cries for blood.
She decrees that to appease her brothers’ ghosts, her son must die. As the funeral flames rise, she calls it a sister’s sacrifice, saying a mother’s bowels burn. Holding the brand high, she bows three times before the pile and invokes the three Furies, bidding the revenging sisters witness a sister paying her dead brothers’ due. She acknowledges she punishes a crime by committing one, but insists blood answers blood and death answers death. Great crimes demand greater repayment, and second funerals must be laid upon the first. She wishes the whole house to fall in ruin and Diana’s curse to overtake them all. She questions why fate grants happy Oeneus one son while Thestius is robbed of two, concluding it is better three should perish than one go unpunished. She tells the dear ghosts to take their due—a costly offering laid on their tomb when her blood pays the price of theirs.
But then she falters, asking where she is being hurried. She begs the shades to forgive her and let her sister’s issue live—a mother cannot give him death; though he deserves it, he deserves it not from her. Yet she turns again: shall the unpunished wretch insult the slain, triumphantly live and reign, while the shades are tossed over dreary plains or tread the burning coast? She cannot bear it. The impious, detested son must perish, with his sire and herself. She asks where the mother’s pious love and the pains of ten months’ struggle have fled. Had he died in infancy, his little hearse would have been bedewed with tears. He lives by her; to her he must resign his breath. His life she claims by double title—once given at birth, once preserved by fire. She will pay one murder or add one more, restoring herself to those he slew. She would, but cannot: her son’s image stands before her sight; her brothers’ angry hands exact vengeance, while her son pleads compassion and repents the fact. He pleads in vain; she pronounces his doom. Her brothers, though unjustly, shall overcome. But having paid their ghosts their due, her son requires her death, and hers shall pursue his. For the last time she lifts her hand, averts her eyes, and half unwilling drops the brand.
The Death of Meleager
The brand, thrown amid the flaming fuel, drew or seemed to draw a dying groan. The fires faintly licked their prey, then loathed their impious food and would have shrunk away. Meleager cast a doleful cry and began to burn in those absent flames. Blind contagion raged within his veins, but he bore his pains with manly patience, fearing not fate but grieving to die without an honest wound, by so dry a death. He cries aloud that happy Ancaeus died with becoming fate in arms. He calls his brothers, sisters, sire, and her to whom his nuptial vows were bound—perhaps his mother—then draws a long sigh and takes his last adieu. As flames augment, stay at full height, then languish to decay, rising and sinking by fits, at last soaring in one bright blaze and descending no more, so his inward heats impair until the last burning breath shoots out his soul in air.
Mourning and Aftermath
Lofty Calidon lies in ruins; all ages and degrees weep, and heaven and earth resound with groans and cries. Matrons and maidens beat their breasts, tear their garments, and root up their hair. The wretched father, now no more a father, lies prostrate, deforms his hoary locks with dust, curses his age, and loathes prolonged life. His mother freed her stubborn soul by steel, punishing her impious deed on herself. The narrator declares that had he a hundred tongues, a wit large enough to discharge their hundred offices, had Phoebus bestowed all his Helicon in all its streams, those tongues, that wit, those streams, that god in vain would offer to describe his sisters’ pain. They beat their breasts till they turn livid and corrupt the snow. They cherish the corpse while it remains, exercising and rubbing it with fruitless pains. When borne to funeral flames, they kiss the bed where the body lay. When flames no longer burn and dust is composed in a pious urn, they confess their brother in that urn, hug it in their arms, and press it to their bosoms. His tomb raised, they stretch along the ground, surrounding it as living monuments, paying tears to his memory.
Achelous and Hercules
The river god Achelous, asked by Theseus about his maimed brow and groans, recounts his contest with Hercules for Deianira. Achelous was one of many suitors, but only he and Hercules remained competitors. Achelous argued his divinity as a river god against Hercules’s claimed descent from Jove, questioning whether Jove was a feigned father or fraudulent. Hercules challenged him to settle the matter by combat. The wrestling match is fierce: Hercules throws dust on Achelous’s skin, they grapple repeatedly, and Hercules throws him three times before finally pinning him on the fourth attempt. Achelous then transforms into a serpent, but Hercules mocks him, recalling how he strangled snakes in his cradle and defeated the Hydra, whose heads multiplied when cut. Achelous then becomes a bull; Hercules seizes his horn and breaks it off. The Naiads bear away the horn, filled with flowers and fruits as a symbol of plenty. Achelous hides his deformed head in his oozy bed, his lost honour grieved by the willow leaves and reeds that bind his head.
The Death of Nessus and Hercules
The narrative shifts to Nessus the Centaur. As Hercules conveys his bride Deianira across the river Evenus, Nessus offers to carry Deianira while Hercules swims. Hercules, clad in the lion’s hide with quiver and bow, plunges in and reaches the bank. Hearing Deianira’s voice cry out, he perceives Nessus attempting to abduct her. Hercules shoots the Centaur with a fatal arrow. Nessus, dying, dips his garment in his own blood mixed with Lernaean venom and presents it to Deianira as a love charm.
After a long interval, Hercules returns triumphant from Oechalia. Fame falsely tells Deianira that Hercules loves Iole. Distressed, she resolves to send Hercules the poisoned garment, entrusting it to Lychas, who delivers it unknowingly.
The Wrath of Venus and the Death of Adonis
Venus, in her tale to Adonis, describes the golden apples she bestowed upon Hippomenes, teaching him the precise moment and manner of their use. At the king’s signal, both racers flew with such speed they might have skimmed across the sea or over standing corn. The crowd roared encouragement for Hippomenes, while Atalanta, though capable of seizing a long lead, checked her swiftness, sighed, and lingered on his handsome face before reluctantly pressing on. When Hippomenes, exhausted and parched, hurled the first apple, Atalanta stopped, astonished by its beauty, stooped to retrieve it, and allowed him to pass. She soon corrected her delay and fled ahead, but with the second apple he again slowed her. With little ground remaining, Hippomenes prayed to Venus and cast the last apple far across the plain. Atalanta hesitated, torn by the desire for the distant fruit; Venus lured her backward mind, gave the gold double weight, lessened her speed, and increased her burden. Thus the youth won both the race and the virgin.
Venus had hoped for grateful thanks and incense, but Hippomenes paid her neither. Enraged, she vowed vengeance on the pair. They rested in a lonely wood, in a sanctified abode of Cybele, mother of the gods, a place of religious horror. Venus’s power inflamed the lustful boy, who sought untimely joy in a hallowed, gloomy cave where antique images and wooden deities were kept. Hippomenes polluted the chaste cell with wanton fires. The sacred statues trembled, and the towery goddess veiled her eyes. She would have sent them to the Stygian sounds, but that punishment seemed too mild. A heavier doom followed: their fingers turned to crooked paws, their necks lost smoothness and gained yellow manes, their arms changed to legs, their breasts hardened with rage, their looks grew grim, and tails brushed the ground. They haunted the woods, their sweet voices now hoarse roars. Hence lions are tamed by Cybele and draw her car.
Venus warned Adonis to beware of such savage beasts, for rash prowess would undo him. But youthful heat destroyed caution. His hounds found a boar, and the hero pierced it with a dart. The wounded boar turned, wrenched out the dart, and drove its tusks into Adonis’s groin. Adonis lay on discoloured grass. Cytherea, near Cyprus, heard his groans, turned her swans, and flew back. She tore her garments and hair, beat her breast, and upbraided the fates. She declared his tears would remain in immortal monuments with annual rites of mourning. She compared herself to Pluto’s queen, who transformed Menthe into a herb, yet Venus dared not change her fallen hero into a flower. She bestowed nectar on his blood, and a flower rose, like that on pomegranates—the anemone—whose feeble stems droop, owing their name to winds in Grecian song.
The Death of Orpheus and the Punishment of the Bacchanals
The narrative shifts to Book XI. The Thracian women, Bacchanals, heard Orpheus’s song. One cried out against the hater of their sex and threw a javelin, but ivy wreaths prevented a deep wound. Another threw a stone, subdued by the sound, which fell at his feet. Their rage grew unbounded; their hideous yellings and horn-pipes conquered the music. Stones flew and wounded the poet. Birds and beasts fled. The women attacked with steely javelins entwined with vine tendrils, clods, flints, and branches. They found oxen and peasants, seized their tools, killed the oxen, then returned to the poet. In vain he lifted his hands and tried his song. His soul took flight. Birds, beasts, rocks, woods, and trees mourned; Naiads and Dryads wept, and river-gods augmented their tears. His mangled limbs scattered; his head and harp floated down the Hebrus, sobbing the waters with a mournful song. They drifted to the sea, to Lesbos, and stranded on Methymna’s shore. A venomous snake attacked the head, but Phoebus drove it off, transforming it to stone. Orpheus’s ghost descended to the Stygian shore, found Eurydice, and clasped her in unsubstantial arms; they walked side by side.
Bacchus, resolving revenge, decreed each accomplice-dame should be fixed by roots in the land. Their feet became bound like trees; they struggled in vain, bark covered their legs, one beat a wooden breast, and they became a real grove. Bacchus quit their plains for Tymole, where Pactolus rolled, then undistinguished for gold. Satyrs and nymphs danced; Silenus, drunk and aged, was captured by Phrygian clowns and brought to King Midas, who knew Bacchus’s rites from Orpheus. Midas feasted him ten days, then returned him to Bacchus. The god bade him name a wish; Midas asked that all he touched turn to yellow gold. He tested it on a twig, stone, clod, corn, apple, pillar, and the stream poured by servants, which became Danae’s shower. At dinner, bread, meat, and wine turned to gold; starving, he prayed to Bacchus, confessing his folly. The god annulled the decree and told him to wash in the stream near Sardis. The river’s waters took the golden power, leaving veins of gold in the land. Midas, loathing wealth, retreated to the woods.
Ceyx and Alcyone
Psamathe’s revenge caused this havoc as a sacrifice to the murdered Phocus’s shade. King Ceyx commanded his servants to arms, but his queen, Alcyone, interrupted with fears, begging him to send his men alone and stay to save two lives in one. Peleus reassured her he would not bear arms against the monster but would appease the sea-nymphs with prayer. From the citadel’s high turrets, they viewed the mangled heifers and bleeding men; the inexorable ravager continued its pursuit. Peleus prayed submissively toward the sea, deprecating the ire of injured Psamathe; she remained deaf until Thetis obtained the boon for her spouse. The furious beast, pleased with luxury, continued its bloody feast until, while attacking a sturdy bull, it was changed by the nymph into a marble block; the wolf appeared buried in stone. The fates still vexed Peleus; he wandered to the Magnesian shore, where Acastus ruled, granted his request, and expiated his crime.
These prodigies affected the pious prince, but he was more perplexed by later events; he purposed to seek the Clarian god, avoiding Delphi, since Phlegian robbers made the road unsafe. Ceyx concealed the fatal voyage from Alcyone, but she sensed it; her cheeks faded, and she wept. She asked what fault she had committed, questioning why he would leave his wife and forsake the sweets of life. She warned him to shun the watery way, describing the frightful face of the stormy sea; she recalled seeing adrift disjointed planks and empty tombs on the banks.
Hecuba’s Grief and the Ghost of Achilles
The narrative resumes with Hecuba, the fallen queen of Troy, weeping over the tombs of her slaughtered sons. Ulysses drags her away from the graves even as she clings to them, kissing the bones and scattering her hoary hairs upon Hector’s tomb as an oblation mixed with tears. Her sorrow, however, is far from complete. Across the water lie the Thracian plains, where King Polymestor reigns in safety. Priam had wisely sent his youngest son, Polydore, to Polymestor’s care, along with a store of gold to shield him from the chance of war. But the gold corrupted the tyrant’s mind. When Troy fell, Polymestor slew the royal charge with impious hands and cast the body into the sea, as if he could drown his guilt along with the corpse.
Meanwhile, the Greeks, moored on the Thracian shore awaiting kinder gales, are startled when the earth opens wide. The ghost of Achilles rises, as great and fierce as when he lived, demanding that Polyxena be sacrificed to grace his tomb. The Greeks obey, leading the devoted maid from her mother. Polyxena, superior to her sex, approaches the altar without fear. She bids Pyrrhus strike, spilling her generous blood, despising life on terms of slavery. She asks only that no rude hand pollute a virgin victim and that her corpse be returned free to her afflicted mother. All weep but her; even the priest weeps as he plunges the steel into her heart. She sinks gently, dauntless, striving with decent pride to hide what suits a virgin’s care.
Hecuba’s Revenge and Transformation
The Trojan matrons receive the corpse, and Hecuba, now a captive lot borne to Ulysses, views her daughter with a strict embrace. She laments that Polyxena’s fate crowns her ills, that Achilles’ deadly hate killed her brothers and now urges her daughter’s death. She had thought when Paris’ shafts pierced Achilles that he could no more harm her, but his ghost still murders her house. She who once had power, wealth, and ease must now mourn in poverty and exile, given to Penelope who allots her to the loom and scornfully calls her Hector’s mother and Priam’s queen.
Yet one comfort remains—her much-loved Polydore, her youngest hope, nursed by the guardian king. She hastens to the cleansing flood to wash away stains of guiltless blood, but on the banks she sees her son transfixed with Thracian arrows. She stands aghast, without speech or tears, then burns with collected rage, wild as a mother lion seeking her ravished young. Hecuba pursues Polymestor, greeting the murderer with dissembled joy and speaking of secret treasure hoarded for her boy. The unwary king, fired with hopes of prey, swears by the immortal gods that her son shall share it. She springs upon him, fastens her forky fingers in his eyes, and tears out the rooted balls. The Thracians assail her with darts and stones; she snarls and growls, then barks, betrayed as a brute. The place retains her name from this monstrous change, where she fills the wide desert with plaintive howlings. Greeks, Trojans, friends, foes, and gods are moved to compassion; even Juno forgets her ancient hate.
Aurora and Memnon
Aurora, though partial to Troy, cannot bemoan Hecuba but weeps for her own misfortune—her offspring Memnon, slain by Achilles on the Phrygian plain. She flies to Jove as a suppliant, pleading that though she is the meanest of immortals with fewest temples, she brings merit through her purple dawn. She asks not for honors but for some solemn boon on her dead son. Jove nods compliance. The funeral fire flames; the pile decreases; sheets of smoke roll upward, condensing into fog. The sooty ashes whirl, thicken, take form, and become real birds that skim on wings. They circle the pile thrice with whizzing concert, then divide into two troops and engage in pairs, each falling a victim to preserve the fame of that great hero whence their being came. With each revolving year the champion birds appear again to bleed in honor of Memnon’s tomb.
Aeneas’s Journey and the Story of Anius
Troy destroyed, Aeneas, son of Cytherea, bears his sire and household gods from burning Ilium, with young Ascanius, flying from Antandros. He leaves the Thracian shore stained with Polydore’s blood. The Delian isle receives the banished train, where pious Anius reigns as priest and monarch. At a feast, Anchises asks Anius whether he once had a son and twice two daughters. Anius confirms this but says he is now almost bereft of them, setting the stage for further sorrows as Aeneas continues his fated voyage toward Italy.
Glaucus and Scylla
The narrative shifts to Glaucus, a sea god who sees Scylla and falls in love with her. He tries to hinder her flight with blandishments, but the more he sues, the more she flees, gaining a neighboring mountain’s height. There, secured by the place, she stops and surveys her lover’s form, trembling. His shape, hue, and dropping locks appall her; she sees his divine face and manly brow end in a fish’s wreathy tail below. She doubts whether he comes of god or monster kind.
Glaucus perceives this and cries out for her to forbear her needless fear. He declares he is neither fish nor monster of the main but reigns equal with the watery gods. His birth he owes to mortal race, and he was lately mortal. He describes his former life as a fisherman, drawing twinkling prey in meshes and throwing the slender line. Not far from shore lies a verdant mead, half herbage, half water, where no flocks or herds graze. Thither Glaucus came and sat by chance to dry his drooping nets. His captives—taken in nets or hung on his wily hook—strangely began to bite the grass, then darted over the verdant plain and regained the sea. Amazedly he sought what god or herb had wrought the miracle. He plucked neighboring herbs and tried them. Scarce had he bitten when strong convulsions shook his breast; he felt his whole nature laboring with change. He forsook every place and plunged his sinking head amidst the waves. The gentle powers of the deep received him as a brother, praying to Tethys and old Ocean to purge his mortal earthy parts away. They read a secret charm thrice nine times and bid him bathe beneath a hundred streams. He remembers each passage well, but then oblivion fell on all his senses. When his thought revived, he found himself divinely changed—sea-green beard, broad shoulders, fishy tail, arms of azure hue. But he asks what these useless honours avail, what joys immortality can bestow, while fair Scylla scorns his love.
Scylla flies from his presence, and Glaucus, stung with repulse, seeks Titanian Circe’s horrid court.
Glaucus and Circe
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Main Arguments
The Metamorphoses advances no formal philosophical argument in the manner of a treatise, but its cumulative narrative makes implicit claims about the nature of the world, the gods, and humanity. The poem’s central premise—that everything is in a state of flux, that bodies and identities are constantly being transformed—carries with it a particular understanding of reality as unstable and provisional. Nothing in Ovid’s universe is fixed; even the gods themselves change shape to pursue their desires, and mortals are perpetually at risk of being altered into trees, animals, stones, or stars.
The poem repeatedly demonstrates that desire is the primary engine of transformation. Gods pursue mortals, mortals pursue nymphs, and the objects of desire are frequently changed—sometimes to escape pursuit, sometimes to accommodate the pursuer’s will, sometimes as punishment for resistance. Daphne becomes a laurel to escape Apollo; Io becomes a heifer to hide Jove’s adultery; Syrinx becomes reeds to escape Pan. The transformations are often presented as the only available resolution to otherwise intractable situations, suggesting a world in which desire and power create pressures that can only be relieved through metamorphosis.
The poem also argues, through its many examples, that the gods are not benevolent rulers but capricious and often cruel beings whose primary concern is their own honor and pleasure. Jove’s numerous adulteries, Juno’s jealous rages, Apollo’s vengeful archery, Diana’s harsh punishments—these are not the actions of moral exemplars but of powerful beings who act according to their own desires and resentments. Mortals suffer disproportionately from divine whims, and the poem frequently emphasizes the injustice of their fates. Actaeon is punished for accidentally seeing Diana bathing; Niobe’s children are slaughtered for their mother’s boastful pride; Pentheus is torn apart for denying Bacchus’s divinity. The gods demand worship and punish impiety with terrible severity, yet they themselves are shown to be lustful, petty, and vindictive.
At the same time, the poem suggests that transformation can be a form of consolation or preservation. Those who are changed into trees, flowers, birds, or stars are not annihilated but translated into another mode of existence. Daphne, as a laurel, becomes the tree that crowns poets and victors; Narcissus, dying, becomes a flower that bears his name; the Heliades, transformed into trees, weep tears of amber that are valued as jewels. Metamorphosis preserves something of the original identity even as it destroys the human form, offering a kind of immortality that is also a kind of loss.
The poem’s treatment of human violence and cruelty is notably frank. The story of Philomela, Procne, and Tereus involves rape, the cutting out of a tongue, and the murder and cannibalistic serving of a child. The story of Medea includes the murder of her own children. The battle between Perseus and Phineus at the wedding feast is described with graphic detail of wounds and deaths. These passages suggest that Ovid does not flinch from the darker aspects of human nature, presenting violence as an inescapable part of the world he describes.
Key Concepts
The organizing concept of the poem is metamorphosis itself—the change of form that gives the work its title. This concept operates at multiple levels throughout the narrative. At the most literal level, it refers to the physical transformations that characters undergo: humans become animals, plants, stones, stars, and bodies of water. But metamorphosis also functions as a figure for other kinds of change: emotional transformation (as when love alters a person’s character), social transformation (as when mortals are elevated to divine status), and historical transformation (as when the poem traces the development of civilization from chaos to the Roman Empire).
The poem’s opening description of chaos establishes a key concept: the primordial state of undifferentiated matter from which the ordered cosmos emerges. Chaos is described as a “rude, indigested mass,” a “lifeless lump of jarring seeds,” in which all elements are mixed without distinction. The creation of the world is presented as an act of separation and ordering—earth divided from air, seas from earth, the elements assigned their proper places. This movement from chaos to order provides the template for many of the poem’s transformations, which often involve a similar sorting or reordering of identity.
The four ages of humanity—golden, silver, brazen, and iron—constitute another key concept. The golden age is characterized by innocence, abundance, and the absence of law or labor; the silver age introduces the seasons and the need for shelter; the brazen age brings warfare; and the iron age introduces crime, greed, and impiety. This scheme presents human history as a narrative of decline, a falling away from an original state of harmony into the violence and corruption of the present. The concept of decline is reinforced throughout the poem, which frequently looks back to earlier, better times even as it narrates the catastrophes of the present.
Divine transformation is a recurring motif. The gods constantly change their forms to pursue mortal lovers: Jove becomes a bull to carry off Europa, a shower of gold to impregnate Danae, and various other shapes in his numerous amours. These transformations emphasize both the power and the limitations of the divine: the gods can assume any form, but they cannot always achieve their desires through direct means, and their disguises often lead to tragic consequences for the mortals involved.
Punishment and reward through transformation constitute another key concept. Many of the poem’s transformations are explicitly punitive: Lycaon is changed into a wolf for his impiety; Aglauros is turned to stone for her envy; the daughters of Minyas become bats for refusing to honor Bacchus. Other transformations are rewards or consolations: the laurel that Daphne becomes is honored by Apollo; the crown of Ariadne is placed among the stars. The poem thus presents metamorphosis as a system of cosmic justice, though the justice is often harsh and disproportionate by human standards.
The concept of the hero’s quest appears in several of the poem’s major narratives. Jason’s quest for the golden fleece, Perseus’s quest to slay Medusa, Theseus’s journey to Crete to kill the Minotaur—these stories follow the pattern of the heroic adventure, complete with supernatural assistance, impossible tasks, and the winning of a bride. Yet Ovid’s treatment of these heroes is often ironic or deflating: Jason succeeds only through Medea’s magic, Perseus’s greatest triumph is followed by a bloody battle at his wedding feast, and Theseus abandons Ariadne on a desert island after she has helped him.
Themes
The most pervasive theme of the Metamorphoses is the instability of identity. Throughout the poem, characters discover that who they are is not fixed but subject to sudden and irreversible change. Narcissus, gazing at his reflection, realizes that the beautiful youth he loves is himself—a discovery that destroys him. Io, transformed into a heifer, cannot speak to her father and must trace her name in the sand. Actaeon, changed into a stag, is hunted and killed by his own hounds. These stories suggest that identity is fragile, that the boundaries between self and other, human and animal, are more permeable than we like to believe.
The theme of desire and its consequences runs through nearly every narrative. The gods’ desires for mortal women drive many of the transformations; mortal desires for gods or for each other produce others. Desire is presented as an overwhelming force that overrides reason, morality, and self-preservation. Apollo’s desire for Daphne makes him abandon his divine dignity to pursue her through the woods; Medea’s desire for Jason leads her to betray her father, murder her brother, and eventually kill her own children. The poem offers no easy resolution to the problems desire creates; it simply presents the consequences with unflinching clarity.
The relationship between humans and the natural world is another central theme. The poem is filled with transformations that blur the boundary between human and natural forms: humans become trees, flowers, springs, birds, animals, and stones. These transformations often express a kind of sympathy between human experience and the natural world—the Heliades, mourning their brother Phaethon, become trees that weep tears of amber; Narcissus becomes a flower that grows beside the water where he gazed at himself. The natural world in Ovid is not a passive backdrop but an active participant in human affairs, responding to human emotions and incorporating human identities into its forms.
The theme of artistic creation appears in several narratives. Daedalus, the master craftsman, builds the labyrinth and invents wings for human flight; his story explores both the triumphs and the dangers of human ingenuity. The contest between the Muses and the Pierides raises questions about the nature and value of poetry itself. The poem’s frequent references to its own status as a work of art—the invocation, the claims to immortality for its author—suggest that Ovid sees his poem as participating in the same processes of transformation it describes, turning myths into poetry, mortal stories into lasting art.
The theme of family violence is remarkably persistent. The poem is filled with stories of parents destroying children, children betraying parents, siblings murdering siblings, and spouses killing each other. Procne kills her own son and serves him to his father; Medea murders her children to punish Jason; Althaea burns the brand that holds her son’s life to avenge her brother’s death; Tereus rapes his wife’s sister and cuts out her tongue. This emphasis on familial horror suggests a world in which the most basic human bonds have become corrupted, where the household—supposedly the source of love and security—has become a site of violence and betrayal.
The theme of sight and knowledge recurs throughout the poem. Actaeon is destroyed by seeing what he should not see; Narcissus is destroyed by seeing himself; Tiresias is blinded for answering a divine dispute; Argus, with his hundred eyes, is the guardian who sees everything yet is tricked into sleep. The poem repeatedly explores the dangers of vision—the way that seeing can lead to desire, knowledge can lead to punishment, and self-awareness can lead to destruction.
The Author’s Conclusions
The surviving notes do not extend to the final books of the Metamorphoses, so the poem’s ultimate conclusion—the deification of Julius Caesar and the promise of immortality for Augustus—falls outside the material available here. What the notes do reveal is the poem’s consistent vision of a world governed by transformation, where nothing remains what it was and where change is the only constant.
The poem’s treatment of its mythological material suggests a sophisticated and often ironic perspective on the traditions it inherits. Ovid does not simply retell the myths; he reworks them, emphasizes their psychological dimensions, and draws out their implications. The gods are presented as powerful but not admirable, their actions often cruel or absurd. The heroes are flawed and frequently fail. The transformations that give the poem its structure are rarely simple happy endings; they are more often tragic resolutions to impossible situations, preserving something of the transformed person while destroying their human life.
The poem’s engagement with violence is particularly striking. The stories of Philomela, Medea, and the battle at Perseus’s wedding are told with a frankness that refuses to soften or moralize. This suggests a vision of the world that acknowledges cruelty as fundamental to human and divine nature alike. The poem does not offer consolation or redemption; it offers transformation, which may be either punishment or preservation, but is always change.
The Metamorphoses ultimately presents a world in which power—divine, human, natural—operates without regard for justice or mercy. The gods punish those who offend them, however unintentionally; mortals suffer for their own desires and for the desires of others; the natural world participates in human tragedy through the transformations that both express and end human suffering. Yet within this dark vision, the poem finds beauty: in the laurel that crowns poets, in the flowers that bear the names of the transformed, in the stars that preserve the memory of mortal loves. The poem’s final message, insofar as it can be discerned from the available material, is that transformation is the universal law of existence—that all things change, and that in change there is both loss and the possibility of new forms of being.
Significance
The Metamorphoses occupies a unique position in Western literary history as the most comprehensive and influential collection of classical mythology ever assembled. For centuries, it served as the primary source through which educated Europeans encountered the stories of the Greek and Roman gods and heroes. Poets, painters, sculptors, and composers drew upon its narratives for subject matter, while its themes of transformation and desire resonated across cultural boundaries.
The poem’s influence extends beyond its mythological content to its literary form and technique. Ovid’s narrative skill—his ability to move smoothly between stories, to vary tone from comic to tragic, to create vivid and memorable images—set a standard for narrative poetry that subsequent writers have aspired to match. His psychological insight, particularly in the portrayal of characters in crisis such as Medea or Althaea, anticipated the interiority that would become central to the modern novel.
The translation presented in this volume represents a significant moment in the reception of Ovid in English literature. The collaborative effort of Dryden, Addison, and their contemporaries made the Metamorphoses available to English readers in a form that reflected the poetic values of the Augustan age. These translators did not merely render Ovid’s Latin into English; they recreated his poem in the idiom of their own literary culture, producing a version that is as much an English poem as a translation of a Latin one.
The poem’s treatment of transformation has proven remarkably durable as a way of thinking about human experience. The idea that identity is not fixed but fluid, that people can be changed by love, grief, desire, or violence into something other than what they were, continues to resonate with modern readers. The Metamorphoses offers a vocabulary for understanding change itself—for recognizing that the boundaries we draw between human and animal, self and other, life and death are not as firm as we might wish.
The volume’s physical history—from its London printing in 1826 to its preservation in an American university library—testifies to the poem’s enduring place in the educational and cultural institutions of the West. The Metamorphoses remains a work that readers are expected to know, a common reference point for understanding the mythological imagination and its continuing power to shape how we think about the world and ourselves.
