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Theseus requests the God to tell his woes	A
Whence his maim'd brow and whence his groans arose	A
Whence thus the Calydonian stream reply'd	B
With twining reeds his careless tresses ty'd	B
Ungrateful is the tale for who can bear	C
When conquer'd to rehearse the shameful war	D
Yet I'll the melancholy story trace	E
So great a conqu'ror softens the disgrace	E
Nor was it still so mean the prize to yield	B
As great and glorious to dispute the field	B
The Story of Perhaps you've heard of Deianira's name	F
Achelous and For all the country spoke her beauty's fame	F
Hercules Long was the nymph by num'rous suitors woo'd	B
Each with address his envy'd hopes pursu'd	B
I joyn'd the loving band to gain the fair	C
Reveal'd my passion to her father's ear	G
Their vain pretensions all the rest resign	H
Alcides only strove to equal mine	H
He boasts his birth from Jove recounts his spoils	I
His step dame's hate subdu'd and finish'd toils	I
Can mortals then said I with Gods compare	C
Behold a God mine is the watry care	C
Through your wide realms I take my mazy way	J
Branch into streams and o'er the region stray	J
No foreign guest your daughter's charms adores	K
But one who rises in your native shores	K
Let not his punishment your pity move	L
Is Juno's hate an argument for love	M
Though you your life from fair Alcmena drew	N
Jove's a feign'd father or by fraud a true	N
Chuse then confess thy mother's honour lost	B
Or thy descent from Jove no longer boast	B
While thus I spoke he look'd with stern disdain	O
Nor could the sallies of his wrath restrain	O
Which thus break forth This arm decides our right	B
Vanquish in words be mine the prize in fight	B
Bold he rush'd on My honour to maintain	O
I fling my verdant garments on the plain	O
My arms stretch forth my pliant limbs prepare	C
And with bent hands expect the furious war	D
O'er my sleek skin now gather'd dust he throws	A
And yellow sand his mighty muscles strows	A
Oft he my neck and nimble legs assails	A
He seems to grasp me but as often fails	A
Each part he now invades with eager hand	B
Safe in my bulk immoveable I stand	B
So when loud storms break high and foam and roar	D
Against some mole that stretches from the shore	D
The firm foundation lasting tempests braves	A
Defies the warring winds and driving waves	A
A while we breathe then forward rush amain	O
Renew the combat and our ground maintain	O
Foot strove with foot I prone extend my breast	B
Hands war with hands and forehead forehead prest	B
Thus have I seen two furious bulls engage	P
Inflam'd with equal love and equal rage	P
Each claims the fairest heifer of the grove	Q
And conquest only can decide their love	M
The trembling herds survey the fight from far	R
'Till victory decides th' important war	D
Three times in vain he strove my joints to wrest	B
To force my hold and throw me from his breast	B
The fourth he broke my gripe that clasp'd him	S
round	B
Then with new force he stretch'd me on the ground	B
Close to my back the mighty burthen clung	T
As if a mountain o'er my limbs were flung	T
Believe my tale nor do I boastful aim	F
By feign'd narration to extol my fame	F
No sooner from his grasp I freedom get	B
Unlock my arms that flow'd with trickling sweat	B
But quick he seized me and renew'd the strife	U
As my exhausted bosom pants for life	U
My neck he gripes my knee to earth he strains	A
I fall and bite the sand with shame and pains	A
O'er match'd in strength to wiles and arts I	V
take	W
And slip his hold in form of speckled snake	W
Who when I wreath'd in spires my body round	B
Or show'd my forky tongue with hissing sound	B
Smiles at my threats Such foes my cradle knew	O
He cries dire snakes my infant hand o'erthrew	D
A dragon's form might other conquests gain	O
To war with me you take that shape in vain	O
Art thou proportion'd to the Hydra's length	X
Who by his wounds receiv'd augmented strength	X
He rais'd a hundred hissing heads in air	D
When one I lopt up sprung a dreadful pair	D
By his wounds fertile and with slaughter strong	Y
Singly I quell'd him and stretch'd dead along	Y
What canst thou do a form precarious prone	O
To rouse my rage with terrors not thy own	O
He said and round my neck his hands he cast	B
And with his straining fingers wrung me fast	B
My throat he tortur'd close as pincers clasp	Z
In vain I strove to loose the forceful grasp	Z
Thus vanquish'd too a third form still remains	A
Chang'd to a bull my lowing fills the plains	A
Strait on the left his nervous arms were thrown	O
Upon my brindled neck and tugg'd it down	O
Then deep he struck my horn into the sand	B
And fell'd my bulk among the dusty land	B
Nor yet his fury cool'd 'twixt rage and scorn	O
From my maim'd front he tore the stubborn horn	O
This heap'd with flow'rs and fruits the Naiads	A
bear	D
Sacred to plenty and the bounteous year	D
He spoke when lo a beauteous nymph appears	A
Girt like Diana's train with flowing hairs	A
The horn she brings in which all Autumn's stor'd	B
And ruddy apples for the second board	B
Now morn begins to dawn the sun's bright fire	D
Gilds the high mountains and the youths retire	D
Nor stay'd they 'till the troubled stream	A2
subsides	A
And in its bounds with peaceful current glides	A
But Achelous in his oozy bed	B
Deep hides his brow deform'd and rustick head	B
No real wound the victor's triumph show'd	B
But his lost honours griev'd the watry God	B
Yet ev'n that loss the willow's leaves o'erspread	B
And verdant reeds in garlands bind his head	B
The Death of This virgin too thy love O Nessus found	B
Nessus the To her alone you owe the fatal wound	B
Centaur As the strong son of Jove his bride conveys	A
Whe	J

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