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102 And now within a common tomb, 'Midst unknown ghosts, be lies at rest. In wrathful memory of her king Lost on the sea, did Aulis then Within her sluggish harbor hold The impatient ships.

Then he, the tuneful Muse's son, At whose Sweet strains the streams stood still, The winds were silent, and the birds, Their songs forgotten, flocked to him, The whole wood following after—he, Over the Thracian fields was hurled In scattered fragments; but his head Down Hebrus' grieving stream was borne. The well-remembered Styx he reached, And Tartarus, whence ne'er again Would he return.

The wingéd sons of Boreas Alcides slew, and Neptune's son Who in a thousand changing forms Could clothe himself. But after peace On land and sea had been proclaimed, And after savage Pluto's realm Had been revealed to mortal eyes, Then did Alcides' self, alive, On burning Oeta's top lie down, And give his body to the flames; Tor sore distressed was he, consumed By Deianira's deadly gift, The double blood.

A savage boar Ancaeus slew; Thou, Meleager, impiously Thy mother's brother in wrath didst slay, And by that angry mother's hand Didst die. All these deserved their death. But for what crime did Hylas die, A tender lad whom Hercules