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Rh I fear, relax'd with midnight dews,

The strings their former aid refuse."

With poison tipt, his arrow flies,

Deep in my tortur'd heart it lies:

Then loud the joyous Urchin laugh'd:—

"My bow can still impel the shaft:

'Tis firmly fix'd, thy sighs reveal it;

Say, courteous host, canst thou not feel it?"

THE EPISODE OF NISUS AND EURYALUS.

A PARAPHRASE FROM THE "ÆNEID," LIB. 9.

, the guardian of the portal, stood,

Eager to gild his arms with hostile blood;

Well skill'd, in fight, the quivering lance to wield,

Or pour his arrows thro' th' embattled field:

From Ida torn, he left his sylvan cave,

And sought a foreign home, a distant grave.