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 LXXIV.

And whilst he sits, the sylvan muse will string Her rustic harp to wake no gentle strain Of barbarous camps, and savage chiefs who sing The song of vengeance to their raptured train; Of councils, and of wizard priests that bring Strange omens, dark dominion to maintain; Of incantations dire, and of that spell By Sesek wrought—which seemed the feat of Hell.