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315, But if thou must reform the ftubborn times,
Avenging on the fons the father's crimes,
And from the long records of diftant age
Derive incitements to renew thy rage;
Say, from what period then has Jove defign'd
To date his vengeance: to what bounds confi'd?"
Begin from thence, where rft Alpheus hides
His wandering ftream, and through the briny
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Two races now, ally'd to Jove, offend:
To punish thefe, fee jove himfeli defcend.
The Thelan Kings their line from Cadmus
From godlike Perfeus thofe of Argive race.
Unhappy Cadmus' fate who does not know,
And the long feries of fucceeding woe?
How out the Furies, from the decps of night,
Arofe, and mix'd with men in mortal fight:
Th' exult ng mother, itain'd with filial blood;
The avage hunter, and the haunted wood?
The diretul banquet why fhould I proclaim, 325
And crimes that grieve the trembling Gods to
name?

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Ere I recount the fins of thefe prophane,
The fun would ink into the western main
And rifmg gild the radiant eaft again.
Have we not feen (the blood of Laius fhed) 330
The murdering fon afcend his parent's bed,
Through violated nature force his way,
And hain the facred womb where once he lay?
Yet now in darkness and de par he groans,
And for the crimes of guilty fate atones;
Eis fons with fcorn their eyelefs father view.
Infult his wounds and make them bleed anew.
Thy curfe, oh Oedipus, just heaven alarms,
And lets th' avenging Thunderer in arms.
I from the root thy guilty race will tear,
And give the nations to the wafte of war.
Adratus foon, with Gods averfe, shall join
In dire alliance with the Theban line:
Hence Srife fhall rife, and mortal war fucceed;
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The guilty real.ns of Tantalus shall bleed:
Fix'd is their doom; this all-remembering brcait
Yet harbours vengeance for the tyrant's feaft.
He faid; and thus the Queen of heaven re-

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(With fudden grief her labouring bofom burn'd):
Mutt I, whofe cares Phoroneus' towers defend,
Muit 1, oh jove, in bloody wars contend?
Thou know it thofe regions my protection claim,
Glorious in arms, in riches, and in fame:
Though there the fair Ægyptian heifer fed,
And there deluded Argus flept, and bled;
Though there the brazen tower was ftorm'd of
old,

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When Jove defcended in almighty gold.
Yet I can pardon thofe ob.curer rapes,
Thole bathful crimes difquis'd in borrow'd fhapes;
But Thebes, where, thining in celestial charms,.
Thou can't triumphant to a mortal's arms, 361
When all my glories o'er her limbs were spread,
And blazing lightings dane'd around her bed;
Curs'd' Thebes the vengeance it deferves may
prove-

Ah, why fhould Argos feel the rage of Jove? 365
Yet, ince thou wilt thy filter Queen controul,
Since till the luft of difcord fires thy foul,
Go, rafe, my Samos, let Mycee fall,
And levd with the duft the Spartan wall;
No more let mortals Juno's power invoke, 370
Her fanes no more with eastern incenfe fmoge,
Nor victims fink beneath the facred ftroke;
But to your Las all my rights transfer,
Let altars blaze and temples fmoke for her;
For her, through Egypt's fruitful clime renown'd,
Let weeping Nilus hear the timbrel found,

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Unmix'd to his Sicilian river glides.
Thy own Arcadians there the thunder claim,
Whofe impious rites disgrace thy mighty name;
Who raise thy temples where the chariot flood
Of fierce Cenomaus, defil'd with blood;
Where once his steeds their favage banquet found,
And human bones yet whiten ali the ground.
Say, can thofe honours pleafe? and can't thou
love
Prefumptuous Crete, that boafts the tomb of Jove
And fall not Tantalus's kingdom fhare
Thy wife and fifter's tutelary care?
Reverfe, O Jove, thy too fevere decree,
Nor doom to war a race derived from thee;
On impious realms and barbarous Kings impose
Thy plagues, and curfe them with fuch fons as

thofe.

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Thus, in reproach and prayer, the Queen ex

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The rage and grief contending in her breaft;
Unmov'd remain'd the Ruler of the sky,
And from his throne return'd this ftern reply:
'Twas thus I deem'd thy haughty foul would

bear

The dire, though juft, revenge which I prepare,
Against a nation thy peculiar care:

No lefs Dione might for Thebes contend,
Nor Bacchus lefs his native town defend:
Yet thefe in flence fee the fates fulfil

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Their work, and reverence our fuperior will. 410
For, by the black infernal Sty's I fwear,
(That dreadful oath which binds the Thunderer)
'Tis Ex'd; the irrevocable doom of Jove;
No force can bend ine, no perfuafion move.
Hafte thren, Cyllenius, through the liquid air;
Go mount the winds, and to the fades repair;
Bid hell's black monarch my commands obey,
And give up Laius to the realms of day,
Whofe ghoit, yet fhivering on Cocytus' fand,
Expects its paffage to the farther ftrand:
Let the pale fire revift Thebes, and bear
Thefe pleafing orders to the tyrant's ear;
That, from his exil'd brother, fwell'd with pride
Of foreign forces, and his Argive bride,
Almighty jove commands him to detain
The promis'd empire, and alternate reign:
Be this the cause of more than mortal bate:
The reft, fucceeding times fl all ripen into Fate.
The god obeys, and to his feet applies
Thofe golden wings that cut the yielding fries.
His ample hat his beamy locks o'erfpread,
And veil'd the ftarry glories of his head.
He feiz'd the wand that caufes fleep to fly,
Or in foft flumbers feals the wakeful eye;
That drives the dead to dark Tartarian coafts, 435
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Or back to life compels the wandering ghosts.

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Thus, through the parting clouds, the fon of | From pole to pole the thunder roars aloud,
May
Wings on the whittling winds his rapid way;
Now fnoothly fteers through air his equal night,
Now fprings aloit, and towers th' etherial height;
Then wheeling down the fleep of heaven he flies,
And draws a radiant circle o'er the fitics.

Aud broken lightnings flash from every cloud.
Now fmoaks with frowers the mifty mountais
ground,

Meantime the banish d Polynices roves (His Thebes abandon'd) through th' Aonian groves,

While future realms his wandering thoughts de-
light,

His daily vifon, and his dream by night;
Forbidden Thebes appears before his eye,
From whence he fees his abfent brother fly,
With transport views the airy rule his own,
And fwells on an imaginary throne.
Fain would he caft a tedious age away,
And live out all in one triumhant day.
He chides the lazy progrefs of the fun,
And bids the year with swifter motion run.
With anxious hopes his craving mind is toft,
And all his joys in length of wishes loft.

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The hero then refolves his courfe to bend
Where ancient Danaus fruitful felds extend,
And fam'd Mycene's lofty towers afcend,
(Where late the fun did Atreus' crimes deteft,
And disappear'd in horror of the fcaft,)
And now, by chance, by fate, or furies led,
From Bacchus' confecrated caves he fled,
Where the frill cries of frantic matrons found,
And Pentheus? blood eorich'd the rifing ground,
Then fees Citharon towering o'er the plain,
And thence declining gently to the main.
Next to the bounds of Nifus' realm repaits,
Where treacherous Scylla cut the purple hairs:
The hanging cliffs of Scyron's rock explores, 470
And hears the murmurs of the different fhores :
Paffes the ftraight that parts the foaming feas,
And ftately Corinth's pleating £te surveys.

'Twas now the time when Phabus yields to
night,

And riting Cynthia heds her filver light,
Wide o'er the world in folemn pomp the drew
Her airy chariot hung with pearly dew;

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All birds and beafts lie hufh'd: Sleep fteals away
The wild deres of men, and toils of day,
And brings, defcending through the flent air,
A fweet forgetfulnefs of human care.
Yet no red clouds, with golden borders gay,
Promise the flies the bright return of day;
No faint reflections of the distant light
Streak with long gleams the fcattering fhades of
night;

From the damp earth impervious vapours rife,
Encrease the darknes, ad involve the flics.
At once the rufhing winds with roaring found
Burft from tholian caves, and rend the ground,
With equal rage their airy quarrel try,
And win by turns the kingdom of the fky;
But with a thicker night black Aufter fhrouds
The heavens, and drives on heaps the rolling
clouds,

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From whofe dark womb a rattling tempeft pours
Which the cold North congeals to baily fhowers,

And floated fields lie undiftinguifh'd round.
Th' inachian ftreams with headlong fury run,
And Erifinus rells a deluge on:

The foaming Lerna fwells above its bounds,
And fpreads its ancient poifons o'er the grounds:
Where late was dult, now rapid torrents play,
Rufh through the mounds, and bear the dams

away:

Old limbs of trees from crackling forests torn,
Are whirl'd in air, and on the winds are borne:
The ftorin the dark Lycæan groves difplay'd,
And first to light expos'd the facred fhade,
T intrepid Theban hears the bursting ky, 510
Sees yawning rocks in mafly fragments fly,
And views aftonish'd from the hills afar,
The floods defcending, and the watery war,
That, driven by ftorms, and pouring o'er the

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Till he beheld, where from Lariffa's height 530
The fhelving walls reflect a glancing light:
Thither with hate the Theban Hero flies;
On this fide Lerna's poisonous water lies,
On that Profymna's grove and temple rife:
He pafs'd the gates which then unguarded lay,
And to the regal palace bent his way;
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On the cold marble, fpent with toil he lies,
And wait till pleafing flumbers feal his eyes.

Adratus here his happy people fways,
Bleft with calm peace in his declining days. 540
By both his parents of defcent divine,
Great Jove and Phoebus grac'd his noble line':
Heaven had not crown'd his wishes with a fon,
But two fair daughters heir'd his flate and throne.
To him Apollo (wondrous to relate! 545
But who can pierce into the depths of fate?)
Had fung-"Expect thy fons on Argos' fhore,
"A yellow lion, and a briftly boar."
This long revolv'd in his paternal breaft,
Sate heavy on his heart, and broke his reft: 530
This, great Amphiaraus, lay hid from thee,
Though fill'd in fate, and dark futurity.
The father's care and prophet's art were vain,
For thus did the predicting God ordain,

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Lo hapless Tydeus, whofe ill-fated hand Had fain his brother, leaves his native land, And feiz'd with horror in the fhades of night, Through the thick defarts headlong urg'd his flight:

Now by the fury of the tempeft driven,

He feeks a fhelter from th' inclement heaven, 500 Till, led by Fate, the The ban's fteps he treads, And to fair Argos' open court fucceeds.

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When thus the chiefs from different lands refort T Adraftus' realms, and hospitable court; The king surveys his guests with curious eyes, And views their arms and habit with furprize. A lion's yellow fkin the Theban wears, Horrid his mane, and rough with curling hairs; Such one employ'd Alcides' youthful toils, Ere yet adori'd with Nemea's dreadful fpoils. A boar's ftiff hide, of Calydonian breed, Oenides' manly fhoulders overipread: Oblique his tuks, erect his briftles ftood; Alive, the pride and terror of the wood, Struck with the 1 ght, and fix'd in deep amaze, The King th' accomplish'd Oracle furveys, Reveres Apollo's vocal caves, and owns The guided Godhead, and his future fons. O'er all his bofom fecret transports reign, And a glad horror fhoots through every vein. 580 To heaven he lifts his hands, erects his fight, And thus invokes the filent Queen of night: Goddess of fhades, beneath whofe gloomy reign

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Yon' fpangled arch glows with the ftarry train;
You who the cares of heaven and earth allay,
Till nature quicken'd by th' infpiring ray, 586
Wakes to new vigour with the ring day;
O thou who freeft me from my doubtful state,
Long loft and wilder'd in the maze of Fate!
Be prefent ftill, oh Goddefs! in our aid;
Proceed, and firm thofe omens thou hast made.
We to thy name our annual rites will pay,
And on thy altars facrifices lay;

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The fable flock fhall fall beneath the ftroke,
And fill thy temples with a grateful smoke.
Hail, faithful Tripos! hail, ye dark abodes
Of awful Phobus: I confefs the Gods!
Thus, feiz'd with facred fear, the monarch
pray'd;

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Then to his inner court the guests convey'd :
Where yet thin fumes from dying fparks arife,
And duft yet white upon each altar lies,
The relics of a former facrifice.
The king once more the folenin rites requires,
And bids renew the feafts and wake the fires.
His train obey, while all the courts around
With noify care and various tumult found.
Embroider'd purple clothes the golden beds;
This fave the floor, and that the table fpreads;
A third difpels the darknefs of the night,
And fills depending lamps with beams of light;
Here loaves in canifters are pil'd on high,
And there in flames the flaughter'd victims fly.
Sublime in regal ftate Adraftus fhone,
Stretch'd on rich carpets on his ivory throne;
A lofty couch receives each princely gueft;
Around at awful diftance wait the reft.

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And now the king, his royal feaft to grace.
Aceftis calls, the guardian of his race,
Who frft their youth in arts of virtue train❜d,
And their ripe years in modest grace maintain’d;

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Then foftly whifper'd in her faithful ear,
And bade his daughters at the rites appear.
When from the clofe apartments of the right,
The royal Nymphs approach divinely bright;
Such was Diara's, fuch Minerva's face ;
Nor fhine their beauties with fuperior grace,
But that in thefe a milder charm endears,
And lefs of terror in their looks appears.
As on the heroes firit they cat their eyes,
O'er their fair cheeks the glowing blushes rife,
Their downcaft looks a decent flame confefs'd;
Then on their rather's reverend icatures reft.

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The banquet done, the monarch gives the fign To fill the goblet high with sparkling wine, Which Danaus us'd in facred rites of old, With fculpture grac'd, and rough with ring gold, Here to the clouds victorious Perfeus, ies, Medufa feems to move with languid eyes, And, ev❜n in gold, turns paler as fe dies. There from the chace Jove's towering eagle bears, On golden wings, the Phrygian to the flars : Still as he rifes in the' ethereal height, His native mountains leffen to his fight; While all his fad companions upward gaze, Fix'd on the glorious fcene in wild amaze; And the fwift hounds, affrighted as he flies, Run to the flade, and bark against the fkies. This golden bowl with generous juice was crown'd,

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The firft libation fprinkled on the ground:
By turns on each celeftial power they call;
With Phoebus name refounds the vaulted hall,
The courtly train, the ftrangers, and the reft,
Crown'd with chafte laurel, and with garlands

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While with rich gums the fuming altars blaze,
Salute the God in numerous hymns of praife. 655
Then thus the King: Perhaps, my noble guests,
Thefe honour'd altars, and thefe annual feats
To bright Apollo's awful name def gn'd,
Unknown, with wonder may perplex your mind.
Great was the caufe: our old folemnitics
From no blind zeal or fond tradition rife;
But, fav'd from death, our Argives yearly pay
Thefe grateful honours to the God of Day.
When by a thoufand arts the Python flain
With orbs unroll'd lay covering all the plain, 665
(Transfix'd as o'er Caftalia's streams he hung,
And fuck'd new poifons with his triple tongue)
To Argos' realms the victor god reforts,
And enters old Crotopus' humble courts.
This rural prince one only daughter blefs'd,
That all the charms of blcoming youth pof-
fefed;
Fair was her face and fpotlefs was her mind,
Where filial love with virgin fweetnefs join'd.
Happy! and happy ftill the might have prov'd,
Were fre lefs beautiful, or lefs belov'd!
But Phœbus lov'd, and on the flowery fide
Of Nemea's ftream the yielding fair enjoy'd:

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Now, ere ten moons their orb with light adorn,
Th' illuftrious offspring or the God was born;
The Nymph, her father's anger to evade,
Retires from Argos to the fylvan fiade;
To woods and wilds the pleafing burden bears,
And trusts her infant to a shepherd's cares.

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How mean a fate, unhappy child, is thine! Ah, how unworthy thofe of race divine! On flowery herbs in fome green covert laid, His bed the ground, his canopy the ade, He mixes with the bleating lambs his cries, While the rude fwain his rural music tries, To call foft flumber on his infaut eyes Yet even in thofe obfcure abodes to live, Was more, alas! than cruel fate would give ; For on the grafly verdure as he lay, And breath'd the freshnefs of the early day, Devouring dogs the helplefs infant tore, Fed on his trembling limbs, and lapp'd the gore. Th' aftonifh'd mother, when the rumour came, Forgets her father, and neglects her fame, With loud complais ts fhe ills the yielding air, And beat her breaft, and rends her flowing hair; Then wild with anguish to her fire fe flies, 701 Demands the fenter ce, and contented dies. But, touch'd with forrow for the dead too late, The raging Ged prepares t' avenge her fate. He fends a monster, horrible and fell, Begot by furies in the depths of hell The peft a virgin's face and bosom bears; High on a crown a rifing fi ake appears, Guards her black front and hiffes in her hairs: About the realm fhe walks her dreadful round, When Night with fable wings, o'erfpreads the ground,

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Devours young babes before their parents eyes, And feeds and thrives on public miferies.

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But generous rage the bold Chorobus warms,
Chorabus, fam'd for virtue, as for arms;
Some few like him, infpir'd with martial flame,
Thought a fort life well loft for endless fame,
Thefe, where two ways in equal parts divide,
The direful monster from afar defcry'd;
Two bleeding babes depending at her fide, 720
Whofe panting vitals, warm with lfe, he draws,
And in their hearts embrues her cruel claws.
The youths furround her with extended fpears;
But brave Chore-bus in the frout appears,
Deep in her brett he plurg'd his joing fword,
And hell's dire monfter back to hell reftor'd,
Th' Inachians view the flain with vaf furprize,
Her twitting volumes, and her rolling eyes,
Her fpotted breaft, and gaping wombembru'd
With livid poifon, and our children's blood. 730
The croud in stupid wonder fix'd appear,
Pale ev'n in joy, nor yet forget to fear.
Some with vaft beams the fqualid corpfe engage,
And weary all the wild efforts of rage.
The birds obfcene that nightly flock'd to taste,
With hollow fcreeches fed the dive repaft;
And ravenous dogs, allur'd by fcented blood,
And ftarvig wolves ran howling to the wood.
But, fr'd with rage, from Cleit Parnalius'
brow

Avenging Phoebus bent his deadly bow,
And lifting flow the feather'd fates below:

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A night of fultry clouds involv'd around
The towers, the fields, and the devoted ground:
And now a thouland lives together fled,
Death with his icythe cut off the fatal thread,
And a waole province in his triumph led. 74
But Phoebus, af:'d why noxious fires app.ar,
And raging Sirius blats the felly years
Demands their lives by whom his monfter fell,
And dooms a dread ul acrifice to hell.

Bleit be thy duft, and let eternal fame
Attend thy Manes, and preferve thy name,
Undaunted hero! who divinely brave,

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fuch a caufe difdain'd thy lie to fave; But view'd the frine with a fuperior look, 755 And its upbraided Godhead thus bespoke:

With piety, the foul's fecureft guard, And confcious virtue, ftill its own reward, Willing I come, unknowing how to fear; Noralt thou, Phoebus, find a fuppl'ant here. Thy moner's death to me was ow'd alone, 761 And 'tis a deed too giorious to disown. Behold him here, for whom fo many days, Impervious clo di conceal'd thy fullen rays; For whom, as Mau no longer claim'd thy care, Such numbers fell by pe.ilential air! 766 But if th'abandon'd race of human kind From Gods above no more compafon find; i fech inclemency in Heaven can dwell, Yet why muft unonending Argos feel The vengeance due to this unlucky fteel? On me, on me, let all thy fury fall, Nor er from me, fince I deforve it all: U lefs our defert cities pleafe thy fight, Or funeral flames reflect a gratenui light, Difcharge thy fhafts, this ready bofom rend, And to the fades a ghoft triumphant fend; But for my country let my fate atone,

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Be mi e the vengeance, as the crime my own. Merit intref 'd, impartial Heaven relieves: Unwelcome life relating Ph bus gives; 787 For not the vengeful power, that glow'd with

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la northern wilds, and freeze beneath the pole;
And those who tread the burning Libyan lands,
The faithlefs Syrtes, and the moving fands; 815
Who view the western fea's extremeit bounds,
Or drink of Ganges in their eaftern grounds;
All thefe the woes of Cedipus have known,
Your fates, your furies, and your haunted town.
If on the fons the parents' crimes defcend, 820
What Prince from thofe his lineage can defend?
Be this thy comfort, that 'tis thine t'efface
With virtuous acts thy ancestor's difgrace,
And be thy felf the honour of thy race.
But fee! the ftars begin to iteal way,
And fine more faintly at approaching day,
Now pour the wine; and in your tuneful lays
Cnce more refound the great Apollo's praife.
O father Phoebus! whether Lycia's coaft
And frowy mountains thy bright prefence boaft;
Whether to fweet (aftalia thou repair,
And bathe in fiver dews thy yellow hair;
Or, pleas'd to find fair Delos float no more,
Delight in Cynthus, and the fhady fhore;
Or chufe thy feat in Ilion's proud abodes,
The firing ftructures rais'd by labouring Gods;
By thee the bow and mortal frafts are borne;
Eteral charms thy blooming youth adorn:
Skill'd in the laws of fecret fate above,
And the dark counfels of almighty Jove,
'Tis thine the feeds of future war to know,
The change of fceptres, and impending woe;
When direful meteers fpread through glowing

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Long trails of light, and take their blazing hair. "
Thy rage the Phrygian felt, who durit afpire E45
T'excel the mufc of thy heavenly lyre;
Thy frafts aveng'd lewd Tityus' guilty flame,"
Th' immortal victim of thy mother's fame;
Thy hand flew Python, and the dame who loft"
Her numerous otspring for a fatal boaft,
In Phlegya's doom thy iuft revenge appears,
Condenan'd to furies and eternal fears;
He views his food, but dreads, with lifted eye,
The mouldering rock that trembles from on
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THE

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DRYOPE.

From OVID'S METAMORPHOSES, Book IX.

HE faid, and for her loft Galanthis fighs, When the air Confort of her fon replies: Since you a fervant's ravish'd form bemoan, And kindly fgh for forrows not your own; Let me (if tears and grief permit) relate A nearer woe, a fifter's ftranger fate. No Nymph of all Oechalia could compare For beauteous form with Dryope the fair, Her tender mother's only hope and pride (Myfelf the offspring of a fecond bride). This Nymph comprefs'd by him who rules the day,

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Whom Delphi and the Delian ifle obey, Andræmon lov'd; and blets'd in all thofe charms That pleas'd a God, fucceeded to her arms.

A lake there was, with fhelving banks around,
Who'e verdant fummit fragrant myrtles crown'd,
Thefe fhades, unknowing of the fates, le fought,
And to the Naiads flowery garlands brought,
Her finiling babe (a pleafing charge) e preft
Within her arms, and nouriff'd at her breast. 26
Not difant far, a watery Lotos grows;
The fpring was new, and all the verdant boughs,
Adorn'd with bleffoms, promis'd fruits that vie
In glowing colours with the Tyrian dye :

Of thefe the cropp'd to please her infant fons 25
And I myself the fame rafh at had done,
But lo! I faw (as near her fide I food)
The violated bloffoms drop with blood.
Upon the tree I caft a rightful look:
The trembling tree with fudden horrar fhook. sa
Lotis the nymph (if rural tales be true),,
As from Priapus' lawleis luft fhe flew,
Forfack her form; and fixing here became
A flowery plant, which fill preferves her name.
This change unknown, aftouifh'd at the fight,
My trembling fifter frove to urge her flight:
And firft the pardon of the nymphs implor'd,
And thofe ofended fylvan powers ador❜d :
But when fe backward would have fled, the found
Her ftiffening feet were rooted in the ground: 40
In vain to free her fallen'd feet the ftrove,
And, as fe iruggles, only moves above;
She feels th' encroaching bark around her grow
By quick degrees, and cover all below:
Surpriz'd at this, her trembling hand the heaves
To rend her hair; her hand is filled with leaves:
Wher late was hair, the fhooting leaves are feen
To rife, and fade her with a fudden green.
The child Amphilus, to her bofom prefs'd,"
Percely'd a colder and a harder breaft,"
And found the fprings, that ne'er till then deny'd
Their milky moisture, on a fudden dry'd,

I faw unhappy! what I now relate,
And, food the helpless witness of thy fate,

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