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Before it, Piles, and Tombs, and rising Flames,
The Rites of Death, and Quires of mourning Dames,
Who bar'd their Breasts, and gave their Hair to flow,
The Signs of Grief and Marks of publick Woe.
Their Fountains dry'd, the weeping Naiads mourn'd,
The Trees stood bare, with searing Cankers burn'd,
No Herbage cloath'd the Ground, a ragged Flock
Of Goats half-famish'd, lick'd the naked Rock,
Of manly Courage, and with Mind serene,
Orion's Daughters in the Town were seen;
One heav'd her Chest to meet the lifted Knife,
One plung'd the Poyniard thro' the Seat of Life,
Their Country's Victims; mourns the rescu'd State,
The Bodies burns, and celebrates their Fate.
To save the Failure of th' Illustrious Line,
From the pale Ashes rose, of Form Divine
Two gen'rous Youths; these, Fame Coronæ calls,
Who join the Pomp, and mourn their Mother's Falls.
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Shone on the Brass, with rising Sculpture bold;
A Wreath of gilt Acanthus round the Brim was roll'd.
Nor less Expence the Trojan Gifts express'd;
A fuming Censer for the Royal Priest,
A Chalice, and a Crown of Princely Cost,
With ruddy Gold, and sparkling Gems emboss'd.
Now hoisting Sail, to Crete the Trojans stood,
Themselves remembring sprung from Teucer's Blood;
But Heav'n forbids, and pestilential Jove
From noxious Skies, the wand'ring Navy drove.
Her hundred Cities left, from Crete they bore,
And sought the destin'd Land, Ausonia's Shore;
But toss'd by Storms at either Strophas lay,
'Till scar'd by Harpies from the faithless Bay.
Then passing onward with a prosp'rous Wind,
Left sly Ulysses' spacious Realms behind;

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