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Book 2. Taurus and Oetè glare amid the Sky, And Ida, spight of all her Fountains, dry. Eryx, and Othrys, and Cithæron, glow, And Rhodopè, no longer cloath'd in Snow; High Pindus, Mimas, and Parnassus, sweat, And Ætna rages with redoubled Heat. Ev'n Scythia, through her hoary Regions warm'd, In vain with all her native Frost was arm'd. Cover'd with Flame, the tow'ring Appennine, And Caucasus, and proud Olympus, shine; And, where the long-extended Alpes aspire, Now stands a huge continu'd Range of Fire. Th' astonisht Youth, where-e're his Eyes coudcou'd [sic] turn, Beheld the Universe around him burn: The World was in a Blaze; nor cou'd he bear The sultry Vapours and the scorching Air, Which from below, as from a Furnace, flow'd; And now the Axle-tree beneath him glow'd: Lost in the whirling Clouds, that round him broke, And white with Ashes, hov'ring in the Smoke, He flew where-e'er the Horses drove, nor knew Whither the Horses drove, or where he flew. 'Twas then, they say, the swarthy Moor begun To change his Hue, and blacken in the Sun. Then Lybia first, of all her Moisture drain'd, Became a barren Waste, and Wild of Sand. The Water-Nymphs lament their empty Urns, Bæotia, robb'd of Silver Dirce, mourns, Corinth Pyrene's wasted Spring bewails, And Argos grieves whilst Amymonè fails. The Floods are drain'd from ev'ry distant Coast, Ev'n Tanais, tho' fix'd in Ice, was lost. Enrag'd Caïcus and Lycormas roar, And Xanthus, fated to be burnt once more. The fam'd Mæander, that unweary'd strays Through mazy Winding, smoaks in ev'ry Maze. From