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Rh See! wide around, wast ’s Bounds appear, Whose swarthy Sons are terrible in War. From her fierce Brother’s Vengeance, o’er the Main, From, fled , and enjoys the Reign: The Tale is intricate, perplex’d, and long; Hear then, in short, the Story of her Wrong. was her Lord, beyond the Rest Of the Phœnician Race, with Riches blest; Much lov’d by, whom her Father led Pure, and a Virgin, to his nuptial Bed. Her Brother, fierce, fill’d the Throne Of, in Vice superior and alone. Ev’n at the sacred Altar in a Strife, By stealth, the Tyrant shed his Brother’s Life; Blind with the Charms of Gold, his Faulchion drove, Stern, and regardless of his Sister’s Love. Then, with fond Hopes, deceiv’d her for a Time, And forg'd Pretences to conceal the Crime. But