STATIUS his THEBAIS.
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Thy hand slew Python, and the dame who lost
Her num'rous off-spring for a fatal boast.
In Phlegias' doom thy just revenge appears,
Condemn'd to furies and eternal fears;
He views his food, but dreads, with lifted eye,
The mouldring rock that trembles from on high.
Propitious hear our pray'r, O Pow'r divine!
And on thy hospitable Argos shine.
Whether the style of Titan please thee more,
Whose purple rays th' Achæmenes adore;
Or great Osyris, who first taught the swain
In Pharian fields to sow the golden grain;
Or Mitra, to whose beams the Persian bows,
And pays, in hollow rocks, his awful vows,
Mitra, whose head the blaze of light adorns,
Who grasps the strugling Heifer's lunar horns.
Her num'rous off-spring for a fatal boast.
In Phlegias' doom thy just revenge appears,
Condemn'd to furies and eternal fears;
He views his food, but dreads, with lifted eye,
The mouldring rock that trembles from on high.
Propitious hear our pray'r, O Pow'r divine!
And on thy hospitable Argos shine.
Whether the style of Titan please thee more,
Whose purple rays th' Achæmenes adore;
Or great Osyris, who first taught the swain
In Pharian fields to sow the golden grain;
Or Mitra, to whose beams the Persian bows,
And pays, in hollow rocks, his awful vows,
Mitra, whose head the blaze of light adorns,
Who grasps the strugling Heifer's lunar horns.
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