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Rh The wand’ring Exiles bought a Space of Ground Which one Bull-hide inclos’d and compast round; Hence nam’d: But now, ye Strangers, say, Who? whence you are? and whither lies your Way?


 * , from his Soul, he draws a Length of Sighs,

And, with a mournful Accent, thus replies. Shou’d I, O Goddess, from their Source, relate, Or you attend, the Annals of our Fate; The golden Sun wou’d sink, and Ev’ning close, Before my Tongue cou’d tell you half our Woes. By Grecian Foes expell’d, from we came, From ancient (if e’er you heard the Name) Thro’ various Seas; when lo! a Tempest roars, And raging drives us on the Lybian Shores. The good am I call’d; my Fame, And brave Exploits, have reach’d the starry Frame: From