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Rh The three-formed shepherd by Tartessus' shore Was slain, and from the farthest west his herds Were driven as booty. Now Cithaeron feeds The cattle once to Ocean known. Again, When bidden to penetrate the sultry zone Of summer's burning sun, those scorched realms Which midday parches with its piercing rays, He clove the ponderous mountain barriers, And made a pathway for the rushing sea. He next assailed the rich Hesperides, And bore therefrom the watchful dragon's spoil Of golden fruit. Then Lerna's savage beast, An evil creature constantly renewed, Did he not overcome by fire at last, And teach it how to die? Did he not seek Within the clouds the dire Stymphalian birds, Whose spreading wings were wont to obscure the day? He was not conquered by the maiden queen Who ruled the Amazons and ever kept Her couch in virgin state. Nor did his hands, Courageous to attempt all glorious deeds, Disdain to cleanse the vile Augean stalls. But what avail these toils? For he alone Cannot enjoy the world he saved. And now The world perceives the giver of its peace Is absent from its sight. Now prosperous crime Is called by virtue's name; good men obey The guilty, might is counted right, and fear O'ershadows law. Before my eyes I saw The sons who dared defend their father's throne Fall dead beneath the tyrant's murderous hand; I saw King Creon's self by death o'ercome, The latest son of Cadmus' noble line; And with his head the royal diadem Was reft away. Who now could weep enough For Thebes? Proud land and mother of the gods, What master fears she now, she, from whose fields And fertile bosom sprang that hand of youth With swords all ready drawn; whose mighty walls