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Rh And driving from his heart each bloody care,

His pointed lance consigns to peaceful rest.

Nor less enraptur'd each immortal mind

Owns the soft influence of enchanting song,

When, in melodious symphony combin'd,

Thy son, Latona, and the tuneful throng

Of muses, skill'd in wisdom's deepest lore,

The subtle pow'rs of verse and harmony explore.

But they, on earth, or the devouring main,

Whom righteous Jove with detestation views,

With envious horror hear the heav'nly strain,

Exil'd from praise, from virtue, and the muse.

Such is Typhoeus, impious foe of gods,

Whose hundred headed form Cilicia's cave

Once foster'd in her infamous abodes;

Till daring with presumptuous arms to brave

The might of thund'ring Jove, subdued he fell,

Plung'd in the horrid dungeons of profoundest hell.

Now under sulph'rous Cumae's sea-bound coast,

And vast Sicilia lies his shaggy breast;

By snowy Aetna, nurse of endless frost,

The pillar'd prop of heav'n, for ever press'd:

Forth from whose nitrous caverns issuing rise

Pure liquid fountains of tempestuous fire,

And veil in ruddy mists the noon-day skies,

While wrapt in smoke the eddying flames aspire,