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When thus the chiefs from diff'rent lands refort To Adrastus' realms, and hospitable court; The king surveys his guests with curious eyes, 565 And views their arms and habit with surprize. Alion's yellow skin the Theban wears, Horrid his mane, and rough with curling hairs; Such once employ'd Alcides' youthful toils, E'er yet adorn'd with Nemea's dreadful spoils. 576 A boar's stiff hide, of Calydonian breed, Oenides' manly shoulders overspread, Oblique his tutks, erect his bristles stood, Alive, the pride and terror of the wood.
Struck with the fight, and fix'd in deep amaze, 1.575 The king th' accomplisi'd oracle surveys, Reveres Apollo's vocal caves, and owns The guiding godhead, and his future fons, O’er all his bolom secret transports reign, And a glad horror shoots thro' ev'ry vein.
580 To heav'n he lifts his hands, erects his fight, And thus invokes the filent queen of night.
Goddess of shades, beneath whose gloomy reign Yon' spangled arch glows with the starry train : You who the cares of heav'n and earth allay,
585 ?Till nature quicken'd by the inspiring ray Wakes to new vigour with the rising day. Oh thou who freeft me from my doubtful state, Long lost and wilder'd in the maze of fate ! Be present still, oh goddess'! in our aid;
590 Proceed, and firm those omens thou haft made. We to thy name our annual rites will
pay, And on thy altars sacrifices lay; The sable flock shall fall beneath the stroke, And fill thy temples with a grateful smoke. 595 Hail, faithful Tripos! hail, ye dark abodes Of awful Phoebus : I confess the gods !
Thus, seiz’d with sacred fear, the monarch pray'd; Then to his inner court the guests convey'd ;
Where yet thin fumes from dying sparks arise, 600
And now the king, his royal feast to grace,
The banquet done, the monarch gives the sign, To fill the goblet high with sparkling wine, Which Danaus us'd in facred rites of old,
635 With sculpture grac’d, and rough with rising gold. Vol.I.
Here to the clouds victorious Perseus flies;
This golden bowl with gen'rous juice was crown'd,
660 Great was the cause ; our old folemnities From no blind zeal or fond tradition rise ; But sav*d from death, our Argives yearly pay These grateful horours to the god of day. When by a thousand darts the Python stain
665 With orbs unroll'd lay covering all the plain,' (Transfix'd as o'er Caftalia's streams he hung, And suck'd new poisons with his triple tongue) To Argos' realmıs the vietor god resorts, And enters old Crotopus' humble courts.
670 This rural prince one only daughter bleft, That all the charms of blooming youth possess’d; Fair was her face, and spotless was her mind, Where filial love with virgin sweetness join'do
Happy! and happy ftill the might have prov'd,
How mcan a fate, unhappy child ! is thine ?
But touch'd with sorrow for the deed, too late,
About the realm The walks her dreadful round, 710
But gen'rous rage the bold Choroebus warms,
715 Some few like him, inspir'd with martial fame, Thought a short life well loft for endless fame. These, where two ways in equal parts divide, The direful monfter from afar discry'd ; Two bleeding babes depending at her side s 720 Whose panting vitals, warm witli life, she draws, And in their hearts embrues her cruel claws. The youth surround her with extended 1pears; But brave Chorcbus in the front appears, Deep in her breaft he plung'd his shining fword; 723 And hell's dire monster back to hell restor'd. Th’ Inachians view the slain with vast surprize, Her twisting volumes, and her rolling eyes, Her spotted breast, and gaping womb embru'd With livid poison, and our children's blogd. 739 The croud in ftupid wonder fix'd appear, Pale ev'n in joy, nor yet forget to fear. Some with vast beams the fqualid corps engage, And weary all the wild efforts of rage, The birds obscene, that nightly flock'd to taste,
736 With hollow screeches fled the dire repast; And ravenous dogs, allur'd by scented blood, And starving wolves, ran howling to the wood,
But fir’d with rage, from cleft Parnassus' brow Avenging Pbæbus' bent his deadly bow,
740 And hissing flew the feather’d fates below; A night of sultry clouds involy'd around The tow’rs, the fields, and the devoted ground: And now a thousand lives together fled, Death with his fcythe cut off the fatal thread, And a whole province in his triumph led,