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 Now here, now there he turns the varying song, And draws at will the captive soul along; Fixt on the dark event, in ev'ry sense We feel the pleasing anguish of suspense. When Homer once has promis'd to rehearse Bold Paris' fight, in many a sounding verse, He soon perceives his readersreader's [sic] warm desire Wrapt in th' event, and all his soul on fire; The poet then contrives some specious stay, Before he tells the fortune of the day. 'Till Helen to the king and elders show, From some tall tow'r, the leaders of the foe, And name the heroes in the fields below. When chastchaste [sic] Penelope, to gain her end, Invites her suitors the tough bow to bend; (Her nuptial bed the victor's promis'd prize) With what address her various arts she plies? Skill'd in delays, and politickly slow To search her treasures for her hero's bow? None