A robe obscene was oâ??er her shoulders thrown,
A dress by fates and furies worn alone. us
She tossed her meagre arms; her better handâ??
In waving circles whirled a funâ??ral brand: ...
Fraternal rage, the guilty Thebesâ?? alarms,
Thâ?? alternate reign destroyed by impious arms,
Demand our song; a sacred fury fires
My ravished breast, and all the muse inspires. ...
Oh race confed-rate into crimes, that prove
Triumphant o-er th- eluded rage of Jove!
This wearied arm can scarce the bolt sustain,
And unregarded thunder rolls in vain: ...
For by the black infernal Styx I swear,
(That dreadful oath which binds the thunderer)
-Tis fixed; th- irrevocable doom of Jove;
No force can bend me, no persuasion move. ...
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Still sing the mocking fairies, as of old,
Beneath the shade of thorn and holly-tree;
The west wind breathes upon them, pure and cold,
And wolves still dread Diana roaming free
In secret woodland with her company.
'Tis thought the peasants' hovels know her rite
When now the wolds are bathed in silver light,
And first the moonrise breaks the dusky grey,
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