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now the Thunderer on the sea-beat coast

Had fixed great Hector and his conquering host,

He left them to the fates, in bloody fray

To toil and struggle through the well-fought day.

Then turned to Thracia from the field of fight

Those eyes that shed insufferable light,

To where the Mysians prove their martial force,

And hardy Thracians tame the savage horse;

And where the far-famed Hippemolgian strays,

Renowned for justice and for length of days;

Thrice happy race! that, innocent of blood,

From milk innoxious seek their simple food.

Jove sees delighted, and avoids the scene

Of guilty Troy, of arms, and dying men:

No aid, he deems, to either host is given,

While his high law suspends the powers of heaven.

Meantime the monarch of the watery main