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38 There stood, and  here, And ’ Son, to both alike severe. Struck with the View, oh! Friend, the Hero cries, (Tears, as he spoke, came starting from his Eyes) Lo! the wide World our Miseries employ; What Realm abounds not with the Woes of ? See! where the venerable stands! See Virtue honour’d in the Lybian Sands! For, the generous Tears of flow; And Tyrian Breasts are touch’d with human Woe. Now banish Fear, for since the Trojan Name Is known, we find our Safety in our Fame.


 * , while his Soul the moving Picture fed,

A Show’r of Tears the groaning Hero shed. For here, the fainting in Flight he view’d, And there, the to their Walls pursu’d By plum’d, with his dreadful Spear, Whirl’d on his kindling Chariot thro’ the War. Nor