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Rh Hostile to men, stretch o'er the plain; whose troops

In after times shall near Thermodon's banks

Fix in Themiscyra's tow'rs their martial rule,

Where Salmydesia points her cruel rocks,

And glories in her wrecks: this female train

With courteous zeal shall guide thee in thy way.

Arriving where the dark Cimmerian lake

Spreads from its narrow mouth its vast expanse,

Leave it, and boldly plunge thy vent'rous foot

In the Mæotic straits; the voice of fame

Shall eternize thy passage, and from thee

Call it the Bosphorus : there shalt thou quit

The shores of Europe, and intrepid reach

The continent of Asia.—Seems he now,

This tyrant of the skies, seems he in all.

Of fierce and headlong violence, when his love

Plunges a mortal in such deep distresses?

A rugged wooer, virgin, have thy charms

Won thee; for be assur'd what I have told thee

Is but a prelude to the woes untold,

Ah miserable me!

Again that exclamation, that deep groan!