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The Streams of Hypanis are sweet no more,
But brackish lose the Taste they had before.
Antissa, Pharos, Tyre, in Seas were pent,
Once Isles, but now increase the Continent;
While the Leucadian Coast, main Land before,
By rushing Seas is sever'd from the Shore.
So Zancle to th' Italian Earth was ty'd,
And Men once walk'd, where Ships at Anchor ride.
Till Neptune overlook'd the narrow Way,
And in Disdain pour'd in the conqu'ring Sea.
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Buris, and Helice, no more are found,
But whelm'd beneath a Lake, are sunk and drown'd;
And Boatsmen through the Chrystal Water show,
To wond'ring Passengers, the Walls below.
Near Trezen stands a Hill, expos'd in Air
To Winter-winds, of leafy Shadows bare:
This once was level Ground: But (strange to tell)
Th' included Vapours, that in Caverns dwell,
Lab'ring with Cholick Pangs, and close confin'd,
In vain sought Issue for the rumbling Wind:
Yet still they heav'd for Vent, and heaving still
Inlarg'd the Concave, and shot up the Hill;
As Breath extends a Bladder, or the Skins
Of Goats are blown t' inclose the hoarded Wines:
The Mountain yet retains a Mountain's Face,
And gather'd Rubbish heals the hollow Space.
Of many Wonders, which I heard, or knew.
Retrenching most, I will relate but few:
What, are not Springs with Qualities oppos'd,
Endu'd at Seasons, and at Seasons lost?
Thrice in a Day thine, Ammon, change their Form,
Cold at high Noon, at Morn, and Evening warm:
Thine, Athaman, will kindle Wood, if thrown
On the pil'd Earth, and in the waning Moon.

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