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WHEN now Agenor had his daughter lost	A
He sent his son to search on ev'ry coast	B
And sternly bid him to his arms restore	C
The darling maid or see his face no more	C
But live an exile in a foreign clime	D
Thus was the father pious to a crime	D
The Story of The restless youth search'd all the world around	E
of Cadmus But how can Jove in his amours be found	E
When tir'd at length with unsuccessful toil	F
To shun his angry sire and native soil	F
He goes a suppliant to the Delphick dome	D
There asks the God what new appointed home	D
Should end his wand'rings and his toils relieve	G
The Delphick oracles this answer give	H
Behold among the fields a lonely cow	I
Unworn with yokes unbroken to the plow	I
Mark well the place where first she lays her down	J
There measure out thy walls and build thy town	J
And from thy guide Boeotia call the land	K
In which the destin'd walls and town shall stand	K
No sooner had he left the dark abode	L
Big with the promise of the Delphick God	M
When in the fields the fatal cow he view'd	N
Nor gall'd with yokes nor worn with servitude	N
Her gently at a distance he pursu'd	N
And as he walk'd aloof in silence pray'd	O
To the great Pow'r whose counsels he obey'd	O
Her way thro' flow'ry Panope she took	P
And now Cephisus cross'd thy silver brook	P
When to the Heav'ns her spacious front she rais'd	Q
And bellow'd thrice then backward turning gaz'd	Q
On those behind 'till on the destin'd place	R
She stoop'd and couch'd amid the rising grass	S
Cadmus salutes the soil and gladly hails	T
The new found mountains and the nameless vales	T
And thanks the Gods and turns about his eye	U
To see his new dominions round him lye	U
Then sends his servants to a neighb'ring grove	V
For living streams a sacrifice to Jove	V
O'er the wide plain there rose a shady wood	W
Of aged trees in its dark bosom stood	W
A bushy thicket pathless and unworn	J
O'er run with brambles and perplex'd with thorn	J
Amidst the brake a hollow den was found	E
With rocks and shelving arches vaulted round	E
Deep in the dreary den conceal'd from day	X
Sacred to Mars a mighty dragon lay	X
Bloated with poison to a monstrous size	Y
Fire broke in flashes when he glanc'd his eyes	Y
His tow'ring crest was glorious to behold	Z
His shoulders and his sides were scal'd with gold	Z
Three tongues he brandish'd when he charg'd his	A2
foes	B2
His teeth stood jaggy in three dreadful rowes	B2
The Tyrians in the den for water sought	C2
And with their urns explor'd the hollow vault	D2
From side to side their empty urns rebound	E
And rowse the sleeping serpent with the sound	E
Strait he bestirs him and is seen to rise	Y
And now with dreadful hissings fills the skies	Y
And darts his forky tongues and rowles his glaring	E2
eyes	Y
The Tyrians drop their vessels in the fright	F2
All pale and trembling at the hideous sight	F2
Spire above spire uprear'd in air he stood	W
And gazing round him over look'd the wood	W
Then floating on the ground in circles rowl'd	W
Then leap'd upon them in a mighty fold	W
Of such a bulk and such a monstrous size	Y
The serpent in the polar circle lyes	Y
That stretches over half the northern skies	Y
In vain the Tyrians on their arms rely	U
In vain attempt to fight in vain to fly	U
All their endeavours and their hopes are vain	J
Some die entangled in the winding train	J
Some are devour'd or feel a loathsom death	G2
Swoln up with blasts of pestilential breath	G2
And now the scorching sun was mounted high	U
In all its lustre to the noon day sky	U
When anxious for his friends and fill'd with	H2
cares	Y
To search the woods th' impatient chief prepares	Y
A lion's hide around his loins he wore	C
The well poiz'd javelin to the field he bore	C
Inur'd to blood the far destroying dart	W
And the best weapon an undaunted heart	W
Soon as the youth approach'd the fatal place	Y
He saw his servants breathless on the grass	Y
The scaly foe amid their corps he view'd	W
Basking at ease and feasting in their blood	W
Such friends he cries deserv'd a longer date	W
But Cadmus will revenge or share their fate	W
Then heav'd a stone and rising to the throw	I2
He sent it in a whirlwind at the foe	I2
A tow'r assaulted by so rude a stroke	J2
With all its lofty battlements had shook	P
But nothing here th' unwieldy rock avails	Y
Rebounding harmless from the plaited scales	Y
That firmly join'd preserv'd him from a wound	W
With native armour crusted all around	W
With more success the dart unerring flew	K2
Which at his back the raging warriour threw	K2
Amid the plaited scales it took its course	Y
And in the spinal marrow spent its force	Y
The monster hiss'd aloud and rag'd in vain	J
And writh'd his body to and fro with pain	J
He bit the dart and wrench'd the wood away	X
The point still buried in the marrow lay	X
And now his rage increasing with his pain	J
Reddens his eyes and beats in ev'ry vein	J
Churn'd in his teeth the foamy venom rose	Y
Whilst from his mouth a blast of vapours flows	Y
Such as th' infernal Stygian waters cast	W
The plants around him wither in the blast	W
Now in a maze of rings he lies enrowl'd	W
Now all unravel'd and without a fold	W
Now like a torrent with a mighty force	Y
Bears down the forest in his boist'rous course	Y
Cadmus gave back and on the lion's spoil	F
Sustain'd the shock then forc'd him to recoil	F
The pointed jav'lin warded off his rage	L2
Mad with his pains and furious to engage	L2
The serpent champs the steel and bites the spear	M2
'Till blood and venom all the point besmear	M2
But still the hurt he yet receiv'd was slight	W
For whilst the champion with redoubled might	W
Strikes home the jav'lin his r	M2

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