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The rape of Ganymede by Zeus

>There Ganymede is wrought with living art,
>Chasing thro' Ida's groves the trembling hart:
>Breathless he seems, yet eager to pursue;
>When from aloft descends, in open view,
>The bird of Jove, and, sousing on his prey,
>With crooked talons bears the boy away.
>In vain, with lifted hands and gazing eyes,
>His guards behold him soaring thro' the skies,
>And dogs pursue his flight with imitated cries.
The Aeneid, Virgil