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Nor shall the mother’s soul for ill-matcht daughter a-grieving
Lose by a parted couch all hopes of favourite grandsons.
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Speed ye, the well-spun woof out-drawing, speed ye, O Spindles.
Thus in the bygone day Peleus’ fate foretelling
Chaunted from breasts divine prophetic verse the Parcae.
For that the pure chaste homes of heroes to visit in person
Oft-tide the Gods, and themselves to display where mortals were gathered,
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Wont were the Heavenlies while none human piety spurned.
Often the Deities’ Sire, in fulgent temple a-dwelling,
Whenas in festal days received he his annual worship,
Looked upon hundreds of bulls felled prone on pavement before him.
Full oft Liber who roamed from topmost peak of Parnassus
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Hunted his howling host, his Thyiads with tresses dishevelled.
Then with contending troops from all their city outflocking
Gladly the Delphians hailed their God with smoking of altars.
Often in death-full war and bravest of battle, or Mavors
Or rapid Triton’s Queen or eke the Virgin Rhamnusian,
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Bevies of weaponed men exhorting, proved their presence.
But from the time when earth was stained with unspeakable scandals
And forth fro’ greeding breasts of all men justice departed,