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Inhabitants, in fight undaunted,

And Scythia's multitude, who the last

Place of earth, about

Mæotis lake possess,

And Arabia's martial flower,

And who the high-hung citadels

Of Caucasus inhabit near,

A hostile army, raging

With sharp-prowed spears.

Only one other god before, in sufferings

Subdued by injuries

Of adamantine bonds, I've seen, Titanian

Atlas, who always with superior strength

The huge and heavenly globe

On his back bears;

And with a roar the sea waves

Dashing, groans the deep,

And the dark depth of Hades murmurs underneath

The earth, and fountains of pure-running rivers

Heave a pitying sigh. Pr. Think not, indeed, through weakness or through pride

That I am silent; for with the consciousness I gnaw my heart,

Seeing myself thus basely used.

And yet to these new gods their shares

Who else than I wholly distributed?

But of these things I am silent; for I should tell you

What you know; the sufferings of mortals too

You've heard, how I made intelligent

And possessed of sense them ignorant before.