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220 The Sibyll mounting now from nether Skies, And the fam'd Ilian Prince, at Cumæ rise. He sail'd, and near the Place to Anchor came, Since call'd Cajeta from his Nurse's Name. Here did the luckless Macareus, a Friend To wise Ulysses, his long Labours end. Here, wandring Achæmenides he meets, And, sudden, thus his late Associate greets. Whence came you here, O Friend, and whither bound? All gave you lost on far Cyclopean Ground; A Greek's at last aboard a Trojan found.

Thus Achæmenides—With Thanks I name Æneas, and his Piety proclaim. I 'scap'd the Cyclops thro' the Hero's Aid, Else in his Maw my mangled Limbs had laid. When first your Navy under Sail he found. He rav'd, till Ætna labour'd with the Sound. Raging, he stalk'd along the Mountain's Side, And vented Clouds of Breath at ev'ry Stride. His Staff a Mountain Ash; and in the Clouds Oft, as he walks, his grisly Front he shrowds. Eyeless he grop'd about with vengeful Haste, And justled Promontories, as he pass'd. Then heav'd a Rock's high Summit to the Main, And bellow'd, like some bursting Hurricane. Oh! cou'd I seize Ulysses in his Flight, How unlamented were my Loss of Sight! These Jaws should Piece-meal tear each panting Vein, Grind ev'ry crackling Bone, and pound his Brain. As thus he rav'd, my Joynts with Horror shook. The Tide of Blood my chilling Heart forsook. I saw him once disgorge huge Morsels, raw, Of Wretches undigested in his Maw. From