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 Here stood her Chariot, here her Armour lay, Here she design'd, would Destiny give way, Ev'n then the Seat of universal Sway. But of a Race she heard, that should destroy The Tyrian Tow'rs, a Race deriv'd from , Who proud in Arms, triumphant by their Swords, Should rise in Time, the World's victorious Lords; By Fate design'd her to subdue, And on her ruin'd Empire raise a New. This fear'd the Goddess; and in Mind she bore The late long War her Fury rais'd before For at ; nor was her Wrath resign'd, But every Cause hung heavy on her Mind; Her injur'd Form, and ' Judgment, roll Deep in her Breast, and kindle all her Soul; Th' immortal Honours of the ravish'd Boy, And last, the whole detested Race of. With all these Motives fir'd, from far She drove the Relicks of the Grecian War: Fate