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10 Swift as they move hear each reces rebound, Heav'n quakes, earth trembles, and the hores reound. Great Sire of vere, before my mortal eyes, The lightnings blaze acros the vaulted kies, And, as the thunder hakes the heav'nly plains, A deep-felt horror thrills through all my veins. When gentler trains demand thy graceful ong, The length'ning line moves languihing along. When great Patroclus courts Achilles' aid, The grateful tribute of my tears is paid; Prone on the more he feels the pangs of love, And tern Pelides tend'ret paions move.

Great Maro's train in heav'nly numbers flows, The Nine inpire, and all the boom glows. O could I rival thine and Virgil's page, Or claim the Mues with the Mantuan Sage; Soon the ame beauties hould my mind adorn, And the ame ardors in my oul hould burn: Then hould my ong in bolder notes arie, And all my numbers pleaingly urprize; But