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“Whelm'd under seas; if death must be my doom,
“ Let man infiid it, and I die well pleas'd.”

He ended here, and now, profuse of tears,
In suppliant mood fell proftrate at our feet: 55
We bade him speak from whence, and what he was,
And how by stress of Fortune funk this low.
Anchises, too, with friendly aspect mild
Gave him his hand, fure pledge of amity;
When, thus encourag'd, he began his tale. 60

“ I'm one,” says he, “ of poor descent, my name “ Is Achæmenides, my country Greece,

Ulysses' fad compeer, who, whilft he fled
The raging Cyclops, left me here behind
Disconfolate, forlorn; within the cave

Giant Polyphenie's dark cave;
* A dungeon wide and horrible, the walls
“On all sides furr'd with mouldy damps, and hung
“With elots of ropy gore, and human limbs,
“ His dire repast: himfelf of mighty fize, 70
“ Hoarfe in his voice, and in his visage grim,

Intractable, that riots on the flesh “Of mortal men,

and fwills the vital blood. “ Him did I see fnatch up with horrid grasp “ Fwo sprawling Greeks, in either hand a man; 75 " I saw him when with huge tempefluous sway " He dash'd and broke 'em on the grundfil edge; “ The pavement swam in blood, the walls around

" He left me,

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Werespatter'do'er with brains: he lap'd the blood, 5. And chew'd the tender flesh still warm with life, 80 6. That swellid and heav'd itself amidst his teeth “ As sensible of pain. Not less, mean-while, "Our chief incens'd, and studious of revenge,

Plots his destruction, which he thus effets: “ The giant, gorg'd with flesh, and wine, and blood,

Lay stretch'd ae length and snoring in his den, 86

Beiching raw gobbets from his maw, o'ercharg'd “ With purple wine and cruddled gore

confus'd: “ We gather'd round, and to his fingle eye, “ The single eye that in his forehead glar'd go “ Like a full moon, or a broad burnish'd shield, “ A forky staff we dext'rously apply'd, “Which in the fpacious socket turning round,

Scoop'd out the big round gelly from its orb. “ But let me not thus interpose delays:

93 * Fly, Mortals! fly this curs’d detested race ; “ A hundred of the fame ftupendous size, " A hundred Cyclops live among the hills, “ Gigantick brotherhood, that flalk along “ With horrid Nrides o'er the high mountains' tops, “ Enormous in their gait; I oft' have heard “ Their voice and tread, oft' seen 'em as they past,

Sculking and Icowring down, half dead with fear, “ Thrice has the moon wath'd all her orb in light, “ Thrice travellid o'er, in her obscure sojourn, 105

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Honoratissimo viro Carolo Montagu, Arnigero,
Scaccharii Cancellario, &c.

91
Pax Gulielmi aufpicis Europæ reddita, 1697, 93
Barometri defcriptio,
Πυγμαιο-Γερανομαχια : five, Prelium inter Pyg-

mæos et Grues conimissum, Resurrectio Delineata ad AltareCol. Magd. Oxon. 108 Sphærilterium, Ad D. D. Hannes, insigniffimum Medicum et Poetam,

IIS Machinæ Gesticulantes,

117 Ad insigniflimum virum D. Tho. Burnettum

Sacræ Theoriæ Telluris Auctorem,

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TRANSLATIONS.

139

From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book II. The story of Phaeton,

123 Phaeton's filters transformed into Trees, 136 The transformation of Cycnus into a Swan, The story of Calisto,

140 The story of Coronis, and birth of Æsculapius, 146 Ocyrrhöe transformed to a Mare,

ISI The transformation of Battus to a Touchstone, 153 The story of Aglauros transformed into a Statue, 154 Europa's Rape,

160 Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book III. The story of Cadmus,

163

Page The transformation of Actæon into a Stag,

170 The birth of Bacchus,

174 The transformation of Tiresias,

177 The transformation of Echo,

178 The story of Narcissus,

180 The story of Pentheus,

185 The mariners traộsformed to Dolphins, 188 The death of Pentheus,

193 Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book IV. The story of Salmacis and Hermaphroditus, 195 Horace, Book III. Ode iii, A translation of all Virgil's Fourth Georgick, except the story of Aristaus,

205 Milton's tyle imitated, in a translation of a story

out of the Third Æncid,

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From the APOLLO PRESS,

by the MARTINS,

July 17.1784.

THE END.

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