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 Then, while transfix'd, the blasted Wretch expires Flames from his Breast, and fires succeeding Fires, Snatch'd in a Whirlwind, with a sudden Shock, She hurl'd him headlong on a pointed Rock. But I, who move Supreme in Heav'n's Abodes, Sister-Wife, and Empress of the Gods, With this one Nation must a War maintain For Years on Years; and wage that War in vain. And now what Suppliants will invoke my Name, Adore my Pow'r, or bid my Altars frame?

fir'd with Rage and Vengeance, down she flies To dark, from the distant Skies, Impregnated with Storms; whose Tyrant binds The blust'ring Tempests, and reluctant Winds. Their Rage Imperial restrains With rocky Dungeons, and with Heaps of Chains. The bellowing Brethren, in the Mountain pent, Roar round the Cave, and struggle for a Vent. From