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 The stream of Lethe, and the dread abodes Of forms gigantic, and infernal gods. But soon, by fearless lust of gold impell'd, They mined the mountain, and explored the field; Till Rome and Carthage, fierce for empire, strove, As for their prey two famish'd birds of Jove. The rapid DuriusDarius [sic] then and arid Bœtis' flood Were dyed with Roman and with Punic blood, While oft the lengthening plains and mountain sides Seem'd moving on, slow rolling tides on tides, When from Pyrene's summits Afric pour'd Her armies, and o'er Rome destruction lour'd.


 * Here while the Youth revolves some Hero's fame,

If patriot zeal his British breast inflame, Here let him trace the fields to freedom dear, Where low in dust lay Rome's invading spear;

Where