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362 For thy destructive charms; then, still untired,

Would not be seen the arméd torrents poured

Down the deep Alps; nor would the hostile horde

Of many-nationed spoilers from the Po

Quaff blood and water; nor the stranger's sword

Be thy sad weapon of defence—and so,

Victor or vanquished, thou the slave of friend or foe.

XLIV.

Wandering in youth, I traced the path of him,

The Roman friend of Rome's least-mortal mind,

The friend of Tully: as my bark did skim

The bright blue waters with a fanning wind,

Came Megara before me, and behind

Ægina lay—Piræus on the right,