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 "The first with conquest crowns thy matchless art, "The second points those eyes at Daphnis' heart." She smil'd; the nymphs and amorous youths arise, And own that beauty gain'd the nobler prize.


 * Low in their chest the mimic troops were lay'd,

And peaceful slept the sable hero's shade.