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PRIAM to whom the story was unknown	A
As dead deplor'd his metamorphos'd son	B
A cenotaph his name and title kept	C
And Hector round the tomb with all his brothers	D
wept	C
This pious office Paris did not share	E
Absent alone and author of the war	F
Which for the Spartan queen the Grecians drew	G
T' avenge the rape and Asia to subdue	G
The A thousand ships were mann'd to sail the sea	H
Trojan War Nor had their just resentments found delay	I
Had not the winds and waves oppos'd their way	I
At Aulis with united pow'rs they meet	J
But there cross winds or calms detain'd the fleet	J
Now while they raise an altar on the shore	F
And Jove with solemn sacrifice adore	F
A boding sign the priests and people see	H
A snake of size immense ascends a tree	H
And in the leafie summit spy'd a nest	K
Which o'er her callow young a sparrow press'd	K
Eight were the birds unfledg'd their mother flew	G
And hover'd round her care but still in view	G
'Till the fierce reptile first devour'd the brood	L
Then seiz'd the flutt'ring dam and drunk her	M
blood	N
This dire ostent the fearful people view	G
Calchas alone by Phoebus taught foreknew	B
What Heav'n decreed and with a smiling glance	O
Thus gratulates to Greece her happy chance	O
O Argives we shall conquer Troy is ours	D
But long delays shall first afflict our pow'rs	D
Nine years of labour the nine birds portend	P
The tenth shall in the town's destruction end	P
The serpent who his maw obscene had fill'd	Q
The branches in his curl'd embraces held	R
But as in spires he stood he turn'd to stone	B
The stony snake retain'd the figure still his own	B
Yet not for this the wind bound navy weigh'd	S
Slack were their sails and Neptune disobey'd	S
Some thought him loth the town should be destroy'd	T
Whose building had his hands divine employ'd	T
Not so the seer who knew and known foreshow'd	T
The virgin Phoebe with a virgin's blood	T
Must first be reconcil'd the common cause	D
Prevail'd and pity yielding to the laws	D
Fair Iphigenia the devoted maid	T
Was by the weeping priests in linnen robes	D
array'd	T
All mourn her fate but no relief appear'd	T
The royal victim bound the knife already rear'd	T
When that offended Pow'r who caus'd their woe	U
Relenting ceas'd her wrath and stop'd the coming	V
blow	U
A mist before the ministers she cast	T
And in the virgin's room a hind she plac'd	T
Th' oblation slain and Phoebe reconcil'd	T
The storm was hush'd and dimpled ocean smil'd	T
A favourable gale arose from shore	F
Which to the port desir'd the Graecian gallies	D
bore	F
The House of Full in the midst of this created space	D
Fame Betwixt Heav'n Earth and skies there stands a	W
place	D
Confining on all three with triple bound	T
Whence all things tho' remote are view'd around	T
And thither bring their undulating sound	T
The palace of loud Fame her seat of pow'r	X
Plac'd on the summet of a lofty tow'r	X
A thousand winding entries long and wide	T
Receive of fresh reports a flowing tide	T
A thousand crannies in the walls are made	T
Nor gate nor bars exclude the busie trade	T
'Tis built of brass the better to diffuse	D
The spreading sounds and multiply the news	D
Where eccho's in repeated eccho's play	I
A mart for ever full and open night and day	I
Nor silence is within nor voice express	D
But a deaf noise of sounds that never cease	D
Confus'd and chiding like the hollow roar	F
Of tides receding from th' insulted shore	F
Or like the broken thunder heard from far	X
When Jove at distance drives the rouling war	F
The courts are fill'd with a tumultuous din	B
Of crouds or issuing forth or entring in	B
A thorough fare of news where some devise	D
Things never heard some mingle truth with lies	D
The troubled air with empty sounds they beat	T
Intent to hear and eager to repeat	T
Error sits brooding there with added train	B
Of vain credulity and joys as vain	B
Suspicion with sedition join'd are near	Y
And rumours rais'd and murmurs mix'd and panique	V
fear	Y
Fame sits aloft and sees the subject ground	T
And seas about and skies above enquiring all	Z
around	T
The Goddess gives th' alarm and soon is known	B
The Grecian fleet descending on the town	B
Fix'd on defence the Trojans are not slow	U
To guard their shore from an expected foe	U
They meet in fight by Hector's fatal hand	T
Protesilaus falls and bites the strand	T
Which with expence of blood the Grecians won	B
And prov'd the strength unknown of Priam's son	B
And to their cost the Trojan leaders felt	T
The Grecian heroes and what deaths they dealt	T
The Story of From these first onsets the Sigaean shore	F
Cygnus Was strew'd with carcasses and stain'd with gore	F
Neptunian Cygnus troops of Greeks had slain	B
Achilles in his carr had scour'd the plain	B
And clear'd the Trojan ranks where e'er he fought	T
Cygnus or Hector through the fields he sought	T
Cygnus he found on him his force essay'd	T
For Hector was to the tenth year delay'd	T
His white main'd steeds that bow'd beneath the	W
yoke	V
He chear'd to courage with a gentle stroke	V
Then urg'd his fiery chariot on the foe	U
And rising shook his lance in act to throw	U
But first he cry'd O youth be proud to bear	E
Thy death ennobled by Pelides' spear	Y
The lance pursu'd the voice without delay	I
Nor did the whizzing weapon miss the way	I
But pierc'd his cuirass with such fury sent	T
And sign'd his bosom with a purple dint	T
At this the seed of Neptune Goddess born	B
For ornament not use these arms are worn	B
This helm and heavy buckler I can spare	E
As only decorations of the war	F

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