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 114 As near the river's sedgy side she strove

To shun by flutt'ring flight thy lawless love,

The Fair devoted saw not in her way

A snake, that couching in the deep grass lay.

The choir of Dryads for their sister dead

Fill'd with wild wailings every mountain's head;

Lofty Pangæa wept her early fate,

Proud Rhodope, and Rhesus' martial state;

A grateful tear the distant Getæ pay'd:

Hebrus, and Orithyia mourn'd the maid:

But he, to sooth his sorrows, warbled o'er

His woes, and lonely mus'd along the shore;

Thee, lovely Wife! he sung, when from the main

The Sun arose, thee, when he sunk again:

The mouth of Tænarus, Dis' gates profound,

He past, and grove with horror's gloom imbrown'd:

Ev'n to the Manes and dread King he went,

Accurst with hearts, that know not to relent.

From Hell's remotest seats lur'd by his lay

Mov'd the thin Shades, and Ghosts depriv'd of day;

Thick, as birds fly, when Vesper or a show'r

From mountains drives them to the shelt'ring bow'r:

Matrons, and men, and boys, a lifeless throng,

Swarm'd; and bold Chiefs majestic tow'r'd along: Vir-