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The conscious Æther was with flames o'erspread,
The nymphs ran shrieking round the mountain's head;
Nor let young Troilus, unhappy boy,
Meet fierce Achilles' in the plains of Troy;
But shew the unequal youth's untimely fall,
To great Æneas on the Tyrian wall;
Supine and hanging from his empty ear,
Drag'd by his panting coursers thro' the war.
This, from our bright examples you may trace,
To write with judgment, decency, and grace;
From others learn invention to increase,
And search in chief the glorious sons of Greece;
For her bright treasures Argos' realms explore,$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$
Bring home triumphant all her gather'd store,
And with her spoils enrich the Latian shore.
Nor is the glory of translation less,
To give the Grecian bards a Roman dress;
If Phœbus' gracious smiles the labour crown,
Than if some new invention were your own.
Mincio's and Manto's glorious son behold;
Th' immortal Virgil sheath'd in foreign gold,