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 Her spreading honours thus the one inspired, And one the dread to lose his worship fired. Their struggling factions shook th' Olympian state With all the clamorous tempest of debate. Thus, when the storm with sudden gust invades The ancient forest's deep and lofty shades, The bursting whirlwinds tear their rapid course, The shatter'd oaks crash, and with echoes hoarse The mountains groan, while whirling on the blast The thickening leaves a gloomy darkness cast. Such was the tumult in the blest abodes, When Mars, high towering o'er the rival gods, Stept forth; stern sparkles from his eye-balls glanc'd, And now, before the throne of Jove advanc'd, O'er his left shoulder his broad shield he throws, And lifts his helm above his dreadful brows: Bold and enrag'd he stands, and, frowning round, Strikes his tall spear-staff on the sounding ground; Heaven trembled, and the light turn'd pale —Such dread His fierce demeanour o'er Olympus spread: When thus the warrior,—O eternal sire, Thine is the sceptre, thine the thunder's fire, Supreme dominion thine; then, father, hear: Shall that bold race which once to thee was dear, Who,