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Book 6. I, and my Brother-Winds, when joyn'd above, Thro' the waste Champain of the Skies we rove, With such a boist'rous full Career engage, That Heav'n's whole Concave thunders at our Rage. While, struck from nitrous Clouds, fierce Lightnings play, Dart thro' the Storm, and gild the gloomy Day. Or when, in subterraneous Caverns pent, My Breath, against the hollow Earth, is bent, The quaking World above, and Ghosts below, My mighty Pow'r, by dear Experience, know, Tremble with Fear, and dread the fatal Blow. This is the only Cure to be apply'd, Thus to Erechtheus I should be ally'd; And thus the scornful Virgin should be woo'd, Not by Intreaty, but by Force subdu'd. Boreas, in Passion, spoke these huffing things, And, as he spoke, he shook his dreadful Wings; At which, afar the shiv'ring Sea was fan'd, And the wide Surface of the distant Land: His dusty Mantle o'er the Hills he drew, And swept the lowly Vallies, as he flew; Then, with his yellow Wings, embrac'd the Maid, And, wrapt in dusky Clouds, far off convey'd. The sparkling Blaze of Love's prevailing Fire Shone brighter as he flew, and flam'd the higher. And now the God, possess'd of his Delight, To Northern Thrace pursu'd his airy Flight, Where the young ravish'd Nymph became his Bride, And soon the luscious Sweets of Wedlock try'd. Two lovely Twins, th' Effect of this Embrace, Crown their soft Labours, and their Nuptials grace; Who, like their Mother, beautiful, and fair, Their Father's Strength, and feather'd Pinions share: Yet these, at first, were wanting, as 'tis said, And after, as they grew, their Shoulders spread. Rh