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 From his high Throne, their Fury to asswage, He shakes his Sceptre, and controuls their Rage; Or, down the Void their rapid Whirls are driv'n Earth, Air, and Ocean, and the Tow'rs of Heav'n. But, the mighty Ruin to prevent, In gloomy Caves th' aerial Captives pent: O'er their wild Rage the pond'rous Rocks he spread, And hurl'd huge Heaps of Mountains on their Head: And gave a King commission'd to restrain And curb the Tempest, or to loose the Rein.


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The King of Men, and Sire of Gods above, Gives thee, great, the Pow'r to raise Storms at thy sovereign Will, or smooth the Seas; A Race, I long have labour'd to destroy, Waft to the Remains of. Ev'n now their Navy cuts the Thuscan Floods, Charg'd with their Exiles, and their vanquish'd Gods. Wing