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12 How our Fore-fathers, (luckless Men!) ingulft By the wide yawning Earth, to Stygian Shades Went quick, in one sad Sepulchre enclos'd.


 * In elder Days, e'er yet the Roman Bands

Victorious, this our Other World subdu'd, A spacious City stood, with firmest Walls Sure mounded, and with numerous Turrets crown'd, Aerial Spires, and Citadels, the Seat Of Kings, and Heroes resolute in War, Fam'd Ariconium; uncontroul'd, and free, 'Till all-subduing Latian Arms prevail'd. Then also, tho' to foreign Yoke submiss, She undemolish'd stood, and even 'till now Perhaps had stood, of ancient British Art A pleasing Monument, not less admir'd Than what from Attic, or Etruscan Hands Rh