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Say, Virgins, seated round the throne divine, All-knowing Goddesses! immortal Nine! Since earth's wide regions, heaven's unmeasur'd height, And hell's abyss, hide nothing from your sight, (We, wretched mortals! lost in doubt below, But guess by rumour, and but boast we know) Oh say what heroes, fir'd by thirst of fame, Or urg'd by wrongs, to Troy's destruction came! To count them all, demands a thousand tongues, A throat of brass and adamantine lungs.

But Pallas now Tydides' soul inspires, Fills with her force, and warms with all her fires: Above the Greeks his deathless fame to raise, And crown her hero with distinguish'd praise, High on his helm celestial lightnings play, His beamy shield emits a living ray; Rh