Argonautica by Apollonius — Read

Now take thou up the story, O Goddess of Song, and sing The afflictions and thoughts of the Kolchian maid; for as touching this thing In a tempest of wilderment whirled is my soul, that I know not to say Whether for bitter infatuate passion she fled away From the land of the Kolchian folk, or driven of panic dismay.

Now the king in the midst of his Kolchian princes and men of might Against the heroes devising treachery sat through the night In his halls, and hot in his soul did the vehement anger rise For the trial whose issue he loathed, and he weened not in any wise That unhelped of his daughters had Jason prevailed that task to fulfil.