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THE greatete Swain that treads th’ Arcadian

In the dead bird reviving rigour reigns,

VERSES TO MRS. LOWTHER And life returning revels in his veins:

A new-born Phenix tarting from the flame,
Obtain at once a son's, and father's name;
And the great change of double life displays, THE
In the fore moment of one transient blaze.

grove, On his new pinions to the Nile he bends,

Our shepherds envy, and our virgins love, Andro the gods his parent urn commends,

His charming nynıph, his softer fair obtains, To Egypt bearing, with majestic pride,

The bright Diana of our flowery plains; The baliny nest, where first he liv'd and dy'd.

He, 'midit the graceful, of superior grace, Birds of all kinds admire th' unusual light,

And the the loveliest of the loveliest race And chc triumph of his infant fight;

Thy fruitful influence, guardian Juno, shed, In crowds unnumber'd round their chief they ily, Raise thence, their future joy, a smiling heir,

And crown the pleasures of the genial bed :
Oppress the air, and cloud the spacious sky;
Nur dares the fiercest of the winged race

Brave as the father, as the mother fair.
Obkrud his journey through th' cthereal space ;

Well may'lt thou shower thy choicest gifts on

The hawk and eagle useless wars forbear,
Forego their courage, and consent to fear; Who boldly rival thy most hated foes;
The feather'd nations humble homage bring

The vigorous bridegroom with Alcius vies,
And bless the gaudy Night of their ambrofialking. And the fair bride has Cytherea's eyes.
Less glittering pomp does Parthia's monarch

Commanding legions to the dusty field;

WITH A PRESENT OF FLOWERS. Though sparkling jewels on his helm abound, And royal gold his awful head furround;

HE fragant painting of our flowery fields,

Though rich embroidery paint his purple vest,
And his steed bound in costly trappings drest,

Plea'd in the battle's dreadlul van to ride, Strephon to fair Elisa hath convey'd,
Iu graceful grandeur, and imperial pride.

The tweetest garland to the sweetelt maid.

O cheer the flowers, my fair, and let them rest Fam'd for the worship of the sun, there stands

On the Elysium of thy snowy breast, A facred fane in Egypt's fruitful lauds,

And there regale 'the smell, and charm the view, Hewu from the Theban mountain's rocky womb

With richer odours, and a lovelier hue. Ae bundred columns rear the marble dome;

Learn hence, nor fear a flatterer in the flower, Hither, 'tis faid, he brings the precious load, Thy form divine, and beauty's matchless power : Å grateful offering to the beamy god:

Faint, ncarthy cheeks, the bright carnation glows, Upora shofe altar's consecrated blaze

And thy ripe lips out-blush the opening role : The Iceds and relicks of himself he lays,

'The lily's snow betrays less pure a light, Whence flaming incense makes the temple shine,

Lott in thy bofom's more unsullied white; And the glad altars breathe per'umes divine.

And wreaths of jasmine med persumes, beneath The w.sted (mell to far Pelusium flies,

Th’anıbrolial incense of thy balmy breath. To chear old Oceau, and enrich the skies,

Ten thousand beautics grace the rival pair, With nedar's sweets to m.ke the nations smile,

How fair the chaplet, and the nymph how fair ! Aad Ice at the seven-fold channels of the Nile.

But ah: too foon these Alecting charms decay, Thrice happy Phænix! heaven's peculiar care

The fading lustre of one hatening day.

This night shall see the gaudy wreath decline, Has made thyself thyself's surviving heir; By death thy deathless vigour is supply'd,

The roles wither, and the lilies pine. Which fioks to ruin all the world beside;

The garlands fate to thine 'hall be apply'd, Thy age, not thee, alifting Phæbus burns, And what advance thy form, fhall check thy Aad vical fames light up thy funeral urns.

pride : Whate'er events have been, thy eres survey,

Be wi'e, my fair, the present hour improve, And thoa art fixt, while ages roll away;

Let joy be now, and now a waste of love ; Thou saw'st when raging Ocean burst his bed,

Each drooping bloom fall plead thy just excuse, O'er-top'd the mountains, and the carth o er. And that which shew'd thy beauty, shew its use.

When the rath youth infiam'd the high abodes, ON A LADY'S PICTURE;
Scorend up the skies, and scar'd the deathless gods.
When mature ceases, thou thalt still remain,

Nor second Chaos bound thy endless reign ;

S Damo" Chloe's painted form survey'd, Fate's tyrant laws thy happier lot shall brave,

He figh'd, and languilh d for the jilting Bafile deftrucion, and elude the grave.

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For Cupid taught the artist hand its grace,

Your generals, left by you, will love again And Venus wanton'd in the mimic face.

A son and father, when they're private men. Nor, he laments a look so falsely fair,

Kind Concord, heavenly born , whose blissfak And almost damns what yet resembles her;

reign Now he devours it, with his longing eyes';

Holds this vast globe in one surrounding chain, Nou jaced, from the lovely phantom fies,

Whose laws the jarring elements control, Yet burns to look again, yet looks again, and

And knit each atom close from pole to pole ; dies.

Soul of the world! and love's eternal spring! Her ivory neck his lips presume to kiss,

This lucky hour, thy aid fair goddelo bring! And his fol i hand the swelling bosom press;

This lucky heur, ere aggravated crinas The swain drinks in deep draughts of vain delire, Heap guilt on guilt, and doubly stain the times. Melis without heat, and burns in fancy'd fire.

No veil hencefort, for fin, for pardon none; Strange power of paint! thou nice creator art!

They kxow their duty, now their friends are

known. What love inspires, ma: life itself impart. Struck with like wounds of old, Pygmalion pray'd, Vain wish! from blood short nius the respite be, mod huga d to life his artificial maid;

New crimes, by love inhanc'd, this night shall Clap, new Pygmalion,claspthefeeming charms, )

fee :

Such is the will of fate, and fuch the hard decree. Perhaps ei'n now th’enlivening image warms, Destio'd to crown thy joys, and revel in thy

"Twas peace. From either camp, now void of

fear, Thy arms, which fhall with fire fo fierce invade, The soldiers mingling chearful feasts prepare : I kat she at once ihall be, and cease to be a maid.

On the green lod the friendly bowls were crown'd,
And hasty banquets pil'd upon the ground:
Around the fire they talk; one shews his scars,
One tells what chance first led him to the wars;

Their stories o’er the tedious night prevail,

And the mute circles listen to the tale ;

They own they fought, but swear they ne'et

could hate, Cæsar, having resolved to give battle to Petreius Deny their guilt, and lay the blame on fate;

and Afranius, Ponipey's lieutenants in Spain, Their love revives, to make them guilcier grow, encamped near the enemy in the same field. A short-liv'd b.esling, but to heighten woe.

When to Petreius first the news was to d, The behaviour of the foldiers, at their seeing and knowing one another, is the lubject of the The jealous gener I thought his legions sold.

Swift with the guards, his head-strong fury drea, following verses.

From out his camp he drives the holile crew;

Cuts clasping friends asunder with his sword. drew,

And Bains with blond each hofpitable board. Prepar'd for fight, the wondering soldiers knew ; Then thus his wrath breaks out. “Oh! lol Brother, with brother in unnatural ftrife,

to fame! And the son arm'd against the father's life: "Oh! falfe to Pompey, a d the Roman name! Curft civil war! then conscience first was felt, . Can ye not conquer, ye degenerate bands? And the tough veteran's heart began to melt. • Oh! dic at least ; 'tis all that Romc demandi. Fix'd in dumb sorrow all at once they stand, What! wh le ye own, while ye can wield thi "Then wave, a pledge of peace, the guiltlef hand; Iword, To veat ten thousand ftruggling passions move, • A rebel standard, and usurping lord ? The ftiegs of nature and the pangs of love. • Shall he be sued to take you into place All order broken, wide their arms they throw, Imongst his Naves, and grant you equal grace And run, with transport, to the longing foe: • What? fhall n.y life be begg'd' inglorius Here the long-lift acquaintance neighbours claim, thought! There an old friend recalls his comrade's nae,

" And life abhorrú, on such conditions bough!! Youths, who in arts beneath one tutor grew, · The toils wc bear, my friends, are not for lite, Rome rent in cwain, and kindred hosts they view. • Too mcan a prize in luch a dreadful ftrise;

Tears wet their impious arnis, a fond relief, . But peace would lead to servitude and shams, And killes broke by fobs, the words of gries; A fair amusi ment, and a specious name. Though yet no blood was spilt, cach anxious mind Never had man explor'd the irou ore, With horror thinks on what his rage delign'd. • Mark'd out the trench, or rais'd the losty tow Ah! generour youths, why thus, with fruitless pain, Ne'er had the feed in harness fought the pia Beat ye thule breaits? why gush those eyisiu vain? • Or Acets encounter'd un th' uostalle main; Why time ye heaven, and charge your guilt on • Were life, were brrath, with fine tu be compa fate?

• Or peace to glorious liberty preferi'd. Why drc.d the tyrant, whom yourselves make • By guilty oaths the hostile army beund, great?

• Hulas iait it: impious faith, a:utands is grow Bids he the erumpet sound? the trumpet Night. • Are you perficious, who espoute the laws, Bids he the Itandards move? refuse the light. · Anu traitors only in a righico us cause?

THEIR areciente friends, as now they nearer

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Oh shame! in vain through nations far and wide, l' As for these gifts my daughter you bestow, 'Thou call'f the crowding monarchs to thy side, • And reverence due to great 'polio show, • Fall'o Pompey! while thy legions here betray Jove's favourite offspring, terrible in war, Thy cheap-bought life, and treat thy fame Who lends his shafts unerring from afar.' away.'

Throughout the host confenting murmurs rise, He ended fierce. The foldier's rage returns,

The priest to reverence, an: give back the prize; His blond lies upward, and his bolom burns. When the grea king, incins d, his silence broke

So, haply tam d, the tiger bears his bands, In words reproachful, and ihus sternly spoke :
Less grimly growis, and licks his keeper's hands; • Hence, dotard, fron my fight. Norever more
But if by chance he taftos forbidden gore,

Approach, I warn thee, this forbidde: fhore; He yells aniain, and makes his dungeon rear.

• Left thou stretch forth,myfury to restrain, He glares, he foanıs, he aims a desperate bound, ' The wreaths and sceptre of thy god, in vain. And his pale master fies the dangerous ground.

· The captive maid I never will reign, Now deeds are done, which man might charge • Tillage o’ertakes her, I have vow'd her mine. aright

" To distant Argos shall the fair be led : On stubborn fate, or undiscerning night,

She shall; to ply the loom, and grace my bed. Had not their guile the lawless soldiers known, Begone, ere evil intercept thy way. And made the whole malignity their own. · Hence on thy life : nor urge me bj thy fray' The becs, the plenteous tables, float with gore, He ended frowning. Speechless and dismay'd, And beasts are stabb'd, that were em rac'd before. The aged fire his stern command obey'd. Pass ashile their hands from laughter kept,

Sient he pass'd, amid the deafening soar Joward they groan'd, and, as they drew, they or rumbling billows, an the lonely shore; wept.

Far from the camp he pass’d: then suppliant stoods Bat every blow their wavering rage assuręs,

And thus he hoary priest invok'd his god : in murder hardens, and to blood inures.

Dread warrior with the filver bow, give eas, Crowds charge on crowds, nor friends their friends Patron of Chrysa and of Cilla, hcar. descry,

' To thee the guard of Tenedos belongsi But fires by fons, and sons by fathers die.

Propitious Sniintheus! Oh! redress my wrongs. Bl. ek, monstrous rage! cach, with victorious cries, • If e'er within thy fane, wit. Wreaths adorn'd, Drags his flain friend before tlie general's eyes,

• The fac of bulls and well-f d goats I burn'd, Exu es in guilt, that throws the only shame • O! hear my prayer: Let Greece thy sury know, Os Ponpey's caule, and blots the Roman name. . And with thy shafts avenge thy fervant's woe.'

Apollo hrard his injured suppliant's cry.
Dowa rush'd the vengeful warrior from the sky;

Across his breast che glitering bow he sung, THE FIRST BOOK OF THE ILIAD. And at his back the well-stor d quiver hung:

(His arrows rattled, a hc urg'd his flight.) A CHILES' satal wrath, whence difcord rose, in clouds he fiew, conceald from nortal light: That brought the sons of Greece unpumber'd Then took his stand, the well-aim’d Niaft to chiow:

Fierce sprung the string, and twang'd the tiver O goddess, fing. Full many a hero's ghost

bow. Was driven untimely to th' infernal coast, The dogs and mules his first keen arrow few; While in promiscuous heaps their bodies lay, Amid the ranks the next more fatal flow, A feat for dogs, and every bird of prey,

A deathsul dart. The funeral piles around So did the fire of gods and men fulfil

For ever blaz'd on the devoted ground. His stedfast purpose, and almighty will;

Nine days entire he vex'd th'embattled host, What time the haughty chiefs their jars begun, The tentb," Achilles through the winding coast Atrides, king of men, and Peius' godlike son. Summon'd a council, by the queen's command

What god in strise the princes did engage? Who wields lieaven's fceptre in her luowy hand: Apollo burning with vindi&ive rage

She mourn'd her favourite Greeks, who now inc Against the scornfül king, whose impious pride

close His priest dishonour'ıl, and his power defy'd. The hero, swiftly fpeaking as he rose: Hence iwil: contagion, by the god's comniands, What now, O Atreus son, remains in view, Swept thro' the camp, and thinn'd the Grecian • But o'er the deep our wanderings to renew, bands.

• Doom'd to destruction, while our wasted powers For, wealth immense che holy Chryses bore, The sword and pestilence at once devours? (His daughter's ransom) to the tented More : • Why hafte we noe some prophe:'s skill to prove, His sceptre stretching forth, the golden rod, . Or seek by dreams? (for dreams defcend from Hung round with hallow'd garlands of his god,

Jove.) Of all the host, of every princely chief,

• What moves Apollo's rage let him explain, But first of Atreus' fons he begg'd relief :

What vow withheld, what hecatomb unflain : 'Great Atreus' fons and warlike Greeks attend. And if the blood of lambs and goats can pay So may th' immortal gods your cause befriend. · The price for guilt, and curn this curse away?" So may you Priam's losty bulwarks burn,

Thus he. And next the reverend l'alchas rose, And rich in gather'd spoils to Greece return, Their guide to Ilion whom chc Grecians chose;

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The prince of augurs, whose enlighten'd eye To whom the swist pursuer quick reply'd: Could things past, present, and to come, descry:

• Oh sunk in avarice, and swoln with pride! Such wisdomn Phæbus gave. He thus began,

• How shall the Greeks, though large of loul they, His speech addresling to the godlike man :

be, • Me then command'st thou, lov'd of Jove, to • Collect their severid fpoils, a heap for thee fhow

• To search anew, and cull the choiceft fnare " What moves the god that bends the dreadful ' Amid the nighty harvest of the war? bow?

" Then yield thy captive to the god refign'd, • First plight thy faith thy ready help to lend, · Allur'd a tanfold recom pence to find. By words to aid me, or by arms desend. · When Jove's decree shallthrow proud llion down, · For I fore see his rage, whose ample fway • And give to plunder the devoted town.' • The Argian powers and sceptred chiefs obey. Think not (Atrides answer'd) though thou • The wrath of kings what fubje&t can oppose ?

thine, Deep in their breals the smother'd vengeance

• Graceful in beauty, like the powers divine, glows,

Think not thy wiles, in fpecious word; co!lvcy'd, • Still watchful to destroy. Swear, valiant youth, ' • From its firm purpose shall my fvul diffuade. • Swear, wilt thou guard me, if I speak the truth?' • Must I alone bereit sit down with fhami,

To this Achilles swi't replies: Bc buid; And thus insulting keep thy captive dame? Disclofe, what Phæbus tells thee, uncontrol'd. ' jf, as I ask'd, the large-foui'd Grecks confent • By him, who, liitening to thy powerful prayer, Ful reconipence to givt, I ftand content. • Reveals the secret, I devoutly swear,

a prize I shall mylelf decree, • That, while these cye: behold the light, no hand • From hin, or him, or else perhaps from thee. • Shall dare to wong thce on this crowded strand. " While the proud prince, despoil'd, thall rage in • Not Atreus' son. Though no himself he boast

vain. The king of men, and sovereign of the hoft.' • But break we here The rest let time explain.

Then boldly he Nor does the god complain • Launch now a well trim'd galley from the shore, ' Of vows withheld, or hecatombs unlain. " With hands experienc'd at the bending oar: • Chryseis to her awful fire refus d,

Inclose the hecatomb; and then with care • The gifts rejected, and the priest abus’d, • To the high deck convey the captive fair. • Call down these judgments, and for more they

· The sacred bark let sage lyfies guide, call,

• Or Ajax, or Idonicneus, preside : Just ready on th' exhausted camp to fall; · Orrhou, O mighty man, the chief ihall be. « Till ranson-free the damsel is bestow'd, " And whomore fit te soothe the god than thee?' • And hecatombs are sent to footh the god,

• Shameless and p or of foul, the prince reTo Chryfa sent. Perhaps Apollo's rage

plies, • The gifts may expiate, and the priest assuage.' And on the morarch casts his fcornful eyes, He spoke and fac. When, with an argry frown,

• What Greek henceforth will niarch at thy comThe chief of kings upstarted from his throne.

mand, Disdain and vengeance in his bosum rise, • In search of danger on the doubtful strand? Lour in his brows, and sparkle in his eyes :

Who in the face of day provoke the fight, Full at the priest their fiery orbs he bent,

Or rempt the secret ambush of the night? Ind all at once his fury found a vent.

Not I, be sure. . Henceforward I am free. • Augur of ills (for never good to me

. For ne'er was Priam's house a foe to me. * Did that most inauspicious voice decrce)

• Far from their inroads, in my pastures feed For ever ready to denounce my woes,

• The lowing hcifer, and the pamper'd steed, • When Greece is punith'd, I am still the cause ;

« On Phthia's hills our fruits securely grow, • And now when Phæbus spreads his plagues

And ripen careless of the distant foc, abroad,

Between whose realms and our Theffalian fhore • And wastes our camp, 'tis I provoke the god,

• Unnumber'd mountains rise, and billows roar. • Because my blooming captive I detain,

• For thine, and for thy based brother's fame, " And the large rankom is produc'd in vain.

Across those seas, disdainful man, I came; • Fond of the maid, my queen, in beauty's pride,

" Yet, insolent ! by arbitrary (way, • Ne'er charm'd me more, a virgin and a bride ;

" Thou talk'it of seizing on my rightful prey, • Not Clytænnestra boasts a nobler race,

· The prize whose purchale toils and dangers cost, • A sweeter temper, or a lovelier face,

And given by fuffrage of the Grecian hott. in wo ks of female skill hath more command,

• What town, whenfack'd by our victorious bands, Or guides the ncedle with a nicer hand.

· But stiil brought wealth to those rapacious • Ye: me shall go. The fair our peace fhall buy:

hands? • Better I suffer than my people die.

• To me, thus scorn'd, contented dost thou yield • But mark me well. See inftantiy prepar'd .

• My share of blood in the tumultuous field; • A full equivalent, a new reward.

• But still the flower of all the spoil is thine; • Nor is it meet, while each enjoys his share,

There claim'st thou most. Nor e'er did I repine. • Your chief should lose his portion of the war:

" Whate'er was giv'n I took, and thought it beft, • In vain your chief; whilst the ear prize! boast, • With Naughter tir'd, and panting after reft. * Is wreiled from me, and for ever lost.'

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for 1 mall fight no miore, My Chips their crooked prows shall turn from

thore. • When 1:a Scorn'd, I think I well foresee • What spoils and pillage will be won by thee.' · Hence, cried the monarch, hence' without

delay: • Think not, vain man! my voice Mall urge chy

stay. • Others thou leav'it co the great cause inclin'd, • A league of kings thou leav'lt, and Jove behind. Of ail the driets dose thou oppule me molt : Outrage and uproar are thy only boast. Discord and jars thy joy. But learn to know, If thou art strony, 'iis jove hath madu thee fo. 'Co, at thy pleasure. None will stop thy way. Go, bid thy base born Myrmidons obey. Thou, not thy rage, thail my rclolves subdue ; Ilie

may purpose, and my threats renew. Since 'tis decreed I must the maid restore, A thip Mall waft her to th' offended power; • But fair Briseis, thy allotted prize, Mylilf will leize, and seize before thy eyes.: that thou and each andacious man may fee, . How vain the raih attempts to cope with me

Sting to the loul, cumultuous thoughts began This way and that 'to rend the godlike man. To faree a pa'lage with his faichion drawn, And hurith imperial boalter from his throne, He no v refolves : and now refolves again To quell his sury, and his arm reftr.in. While thus by turns lois rage and reason fway'd, And half unsheach'd he held the glittering blade; That moment, Juno, whose impartial eye Wach'd o'er them both, fene Pallas from the sky: She flew, ani caught his yellow hair behind, (To tim alone the radiane goddess shin’d.) Sadden he turn'd, and itarted with surprize; Rage and revenge fluih'd dreadful in his eyes. Theo thus with hasty words: O! heavenly born, Com'ít thou to see proud Agamemnon's scorn ? But thou Male fee ( my sword shall make it good) • This glurted sand smoke with the tyrant’sbl »od.'

• To footh thy soul, the blue-ey'd maid replies, . (If thou obey my voice) I left the skies. Heaven's queen, who favours both, gave this

command! Suppress thy wrath, and stay thy vengeful hand. . Be all thy rage in tauntful words exprest; • But guiltless let the thirsty falchion rest. • Mark what I speak. An hour is on its way, · When gifts ten old for this affront Mall pay. • Suppressthy wrath, and heaven and me obey.' Then he : T yield; though with reluctant

mind. "Whe yields to heaven shall heaven propitiousfind.' The silver hilt close grasping, at the word, Deep in the sheath he punged his mighty sword, The goddess, turning darted from his fight, And reach'd Olympus in a moment's flight.

But fierce Achilles, in a thundering tone, Throws out his wrath, and goes impetuolis on.

· Valiant with wine, and furious from the bow!! ! Thou fierce-look'd talker with a coward soul!

War's glorious peril ever flow to Mare:

Aloof thou view'st the field; for death is there, ' 'Tis greater far this peaceful camp to sway,

And peel the Greeks, at will, who disobey :
A tyrant lord v'er Naves to earth debas'u;
For, had they fouls, this outrage were thy last.
But, thou, my fix d my final purpose hear.
By this dread fceptre solemnly I swear :
By this (which, once from out the forest torn,

Nis leaf nor fhade thall ever more adorn; " Which never more its verilure must renew, · Lopp'd from the vital stem, whence first it grew: • But given by Jove the fons of men to awe, . ** Now (ways the nations, and confirms the law)

' A day thall come, whién for this hour's difuain 'The Greeks shall with for ine, and with in vain;

Nor thou, thou griev d, the wanted aid afford, . When heaps on heaps shall full by Hector's

sword : " Teo late with anguish shall thy heart he torn, · That the first Greek was made the public fcorn.'

He said. And, mounting with a furious bound, He dall'u his studded icepire on the ground; Then tac Arrides, eager to reply, On the fierce champion glanc'd a vengeful eye.

'Twas then, the maiding monarchs to compose, The lylian price, thc împoih-Speech d Nestor

rose. His tongue dropp'd hoxey. Full of days was he ; Two ages past, he livd the third to fce : And, his first race of subjects long decay'd, O*cr, their fons' fons a paccful sceptre sway'd.

• Aias for Greece! he cries, and with what joy • Shail Priam hear, and every foal of Troy! " That you, the first in wildom as in wars, • Waste your great souls in poor ignoble jar! • Go to! you both are young. Yer oft rever'd Greater than you have the wise Nestor heard. " Their equals never shall these eyes behold:

Czeneus the just, Pirithous the bold, · Exadius, Dryas, born to high command,

Shepherds of men, and rulers of the land, " Theseus unrivalid in his fire's abodes, • And mighty Polypheme, a match for gods.

They, greatest nanies that ancient story knows, • In mortal confli& met as dreadful foes : "Starless :rough rocks and wilds thcir prey pur

fueri, • And the huge double Centaur race subdued. • Wich then my curly youth was pleas d to roam · Through region, far frommysweet native home;

They call'd me to the wars. No living hand · Could match their valour, or their strength

withstand; • Yet wont they oft my fage advice to hear. " Then liften both, with an attentive ear.

Seize not thou king of men, the beauteous flave, · Th'allotted prize the Grecian voices give. « Nor thou, Pelides, in a threatening tone

Urge hint to wrath, who fills that ficred throne,
The king of forty kings, and honour' more, ,
Ily mighty Jove, than e'er was king before.

Brave though thou art, and of a race civile,
I Thou must obey a power more great than thine.


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