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Rh Semblent dire en grondant aux plus lointains rivages Que l'effroi de la terre & ton Maître n'et plus.

Tel au ciel autrefois s'envola Romulus, Tel il quita la Terre, au milieu des orages, Tel d'un peuple guerrier il reçut les homages; Obéï dans a vie, à a mort adoré, Son palais fut un Temple, &c. We mut reign! Heav'n his great Soul does claim In Storms as loud as his immortal Fame: His dying Groans, his lat Breath hakes our Ile, And Trees uncut fall for his fun'ral Pile: About his Palace their broad Roots are tot Into the Air; o Romulus was lot! New Rome in uch a Tempet mis'd her King, And from obeying fell to worhipping: On

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