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Why thus in Arms, my Prince? send'st thou some Spy
To view the Trojan Host? alas! I fear
Lest the most dauntless Sons of glorious War
Shrink at the bold Design! this Task demands
A Soul resolv'd, to pass the Gloom of Night,
And 'midst her Legions search the Pow'rs of Troy.
To view the Trojan Host? alas! I fear
Lest the most dauntless Sons of glorious War
Shrink at the bold Design! this Task demands
A Soul resolv'd, to pass the Gloom of Night,
And 'midst her Legions search the Pow'rs of Troy.
O Prince, he cries, in this disastrous Hour
Greece all our Counsel claims, now, now demands
Our deepest Cares! the Pow'r omnipotent
Frowns on our Arms, but smiles with Aspect mild
On Hector's Incense: Heav'ns! what Son of Fame
Renown'd in Story, e'er such Deeds atchiev'd
In a whole Life, as in one glorious Day
This Fav'rite of the Skies? and yet a Man!
A Mortal! born to die! but such his Deeds
Greece all our Counsel claims, now, now demands
Our deepest Cares! the Pow'r omnipotent
Frowns on our Arms, but smiles with Aspect mild
On Hector's Incense: Heav'ns! what Son of Fame
Renown'd in Story, e'er such Deeds atchiev'd
In a whole Life, as in one glorious Day
This Fav'rite of the Skies? and yet a Man!
A Mortal! born to die! but such his Deeds
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