All night the heroes on the coaft remain,
To heal the bruifes of the wounded train.
Firft to the gods they give the honour due,
And next, a banquet to the princely crew.
Nor can night's fhades the chiefs to fleep incline,
Or o'er the facrifice, or o'er the wine;
Mirthful they fit, their brows with laurel crown'd:
To a green laurel was the cable bound. 200
While Orpheus ftrikes the lyre, the hymn they
raife,

And Jove's fam'd offspring, mighty Pollux, praise:
Soft breathes the breeze, the billows ceafe to roar,
And feftive joy exhilarates the shore.

But when the fun illum'd the hills and plains, Dank with the dew, and rous'd the shepherdfwains,

They fent abundant flocks and herds aboard,
And from the laurel-ftem unloos'd the cord;
And while the favourable winds prevail'd,
Through the rough rolling Bofphorus they fail'd.
When, lo! a wave by gathering furges driven, 211
Swoln big for burfting, is up-heav'd to heaven,
Still rifes higher, and ftill wider fpreads,
And hangs a watery mountain o'er their heads;
Like a black cloud it frowns, prepar'd to fall,
And threatens quick destruction to them all.
Yet the train'd pilot, by superior skill,

Well knows to 'fcape, this laft impending ill;
Safe through the ftorm the veffel Tiphys fteer'd,
And fav'd the heroes from the fate they fear'd. 220
Fronting Bithynia's coaft, next morn, they
reach

New land, and fix their halfers on the beach.
There on the margin of the beating flood,
The mournful manfions of fad Phineus ftood.
Agenor's fon, whom heaven ordain'd to bear
The grievous burden of unequall'd care.
For, taught by wife Apollo to defcry
Unborn events of dark futurity,
Vain of his fcience, the prefumptous feer
Deign'd not Jove's awful fecrets to revere; 230
But wantonly divulg'd to frail mankind
'The facred purpose of th' omnifcient mind :
Hence Jove indignant gave him length of days,
But dimm'd in endlefs night his vifual rays,
Nor would the vengeful god indulge his tafte
With the fweet bleflings of a pure repaft,
Though (for they learn'd his fate) the country
round

Their prophet's board with every dainty crown'd.
For, lo! defcending fudden from the sky,
Round the pil'd banquet fhrieking harpies fly, 240
Whose beaks rapacious, and whofe talons rear,
Quick from his famith'd lips th' untafted fare.
Yet would fome flender pittance oft remain,
Life to fupport, and to perpetuate pain.
Such odours ftill the naufeous fcraps exhal'd,
That with the ftench the loathing ftomach fail'd.
Alcof the guest amaz'd and hungry stood,
While their fick heart's abhorr'd the putrid food.

But now the princely crew approaching near, The welcome found invades the prophet's ear; 250 Taught by almighty Jove, that now was come The long-wifh'd period of heaven's vengeful doom;

When, by these heroes' deftin'd aid restor'd,
Peace fhould hereafter blefs his feastful board.
Then heaves he from his couch his haggard head,
(Like fome pale, lifelefs, vifionary shade)
Prop'd on his ftaff his way explores, and crawls
With lingering step along the lonely walls,
Difeas'd, enfeebled, and by age unbrac'd,
Through every limb he trembled as he pafs'd;
Shrunk was his form, with want aduft and thin,
The pointed bones feem bursting through his
fkin;
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But faint and breathless as he reach'd the gate,
Down on the threshold, tir'd with toil he fate.
In dizzy fumes involv'd, his brain runs round,
And fwims beneath his feet the folid ground;
No more their functions the frail fenfes keep,
But fpeechlefs finks he in a deathlike fleep.

This faw the chiefs amaz'd, and gather'd round; When from his labouring lungs a hollow found (His breath and utterance fcarce recover'd) broke, And thus th' enlighten'd feer prophetic fpuke:

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Princes of Greece, attend, if ye be they Whom o'er the main Theffalia's pines convey, And Jafon leads to Colchos' magic land; Such is your cruel tyrant's ftern command, Yes, ye are they, for yet my mental eye Undinım'd, paft, prefent, future, can defcry: Thanks to thy fon, Latona, who bestows This grace, this only folace of my woes. By Jove, to whom the fuppliant's cause belongs, Who hates the cruel, and avenges wrongs, By Phoebus and by Juno, from on high Who marks your progrefs with compaffion's eye, Aid me, and, oh! a fufferer's pangs affuage, And bid corrofive famine ceafe to rage; Leave me not thus, unpitied and uublefs'd, But cre you fail, ah! pity the diftrefs'd. For not thefe orbs alone depriv'd of fight, Vindictive heaven hath veil'd in doleful night; But to extreme old age his cruel law 291 'Dooms me th' unwasting thread of life to draw. Still weightier woes from forrows lengthen'd

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'From these invaders (fo hath fate decreed) By Boreas' offspring fhall my board be freed. Nor on a ftranger to your houfe and blood, O fons of Boreas! is your aid bestow'd. Phineus behold, Agenor's hapless fon, 'Once for prophetic kill and riches known; Who, while I fway'd the Thracian fceptre, led 'Your portion'd fifter to my spousal bed.' 320

Here Phineus ceas'd, and touch'd each pitying chief:

But Boreas' fons were pierc'd with double grief;
Compaffion kind was kindled in their breaft:
Their tears abating, friendly Zetes prefs'd
His trembling hand, and thus the feer addrefs'd:
"O most difaftrous of all human kind,

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For when to Phineus furious they repair,
Or quitting Phineus feek the fields of air,
The light-wing'd monfters, fleeter than the wind,
Leave the careering zephyrs far behind.
As when swift hounds, experienc'd in the chase,
Through fome wide foreft, o'er the fcented grafs
The bounding hind, or horned goat pursue, 380
Near, and more near their panting prey they view;
And eager ftretching, the fhort space to gain,
T'hey fuap, and grind their gnashing fangs in vain:
Thus ever near, the rapid chiefs purfu'd,
The harpies thus their grafping hands elude.
But now far off in the Sicilian main,

By the wing'd brothers, fons of Boreas, flain,
The harpy-race, though every god withstood,

"mind?

"Haft thou, intrusted with the book of fate,

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By folly merited celeftial hate?

"Hence falls this indignation on thy head? 330 "Fain would the fons of Boreas grant thee aid; "Fain would they execute what heaven ordains, "But awful dread their willing hands reftrains. "To frighted mortals well thy fufferings prove "How fierce the vengeance of the gods above. "Swear, or we dare not, as we with, effay "To drive these hateful harpies far away: "Swear that the fuccours, which our arms intend "Shall no fuperior deity offend."

He fpoke; and ftraight to heaven difclofing wide 340

His fightless eye-balls, thus the feer reply'd;

My fon, th' injuftice of thy tongue restrain,

'Nor let fuch thoughts thy pious foul profane.

By Phœbus, heavenly augur, who infpires

My confcious bofom with prophetic fires;

By every woe fate deftines me to bear,

And by these eyes, involv'd in night, I swear;

By the fell denions of the realms below, (Whom ever unpropitious may I know, 'From their refentment not in death fecure, 350 If falfely their dread godheads I adjure); That, fhould a captive by your arms be freed, 'No god vindictive will avenge the deed.' Then acquiefcing in the folemn pray'r, To aid the prophet Borcas' fons prepare. The youthful train a banquet fpread; the last Which thofe fell harpies were decreed to taste. Nigh ftand the brothers, ardent to oppose With glittering falchions their invading foes. But fcarce the first sweet morfel Phineas took, When from the clouds with fwift pervention broke, (Swift as the lightning's glance, or stormy blast, Whofe rapid fury lays the foreft waste) Shrill-clamouring for their prey, the birds obfcene; The watchful heroes flouting rufh'd between; But they with speediest rage the cates devour'd, And round intolerable odours pour'd; Then o'er th' gean far away they flew ; 369 The fons of Boreas arm'd with fwords pursue; Clofe they purfue; for Jove, that fignal day, Their ftrength proportion'd to the defperate fray; Thettrength he gave, had Jove, that day, deny'd, la vain their pinions had the brothers plied.

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Their fore diftrefs had bris not farvey'd,
And darting from the skies the heroes ftaid:
O fons of Boreas, the dread laws above
Permit you not to wound the dogs of Jove:
And, lo! my oath I pledge, that never more
Shall these fell dogs approach the Thracian
'fhore.'

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This faid, adjuring the tremendous floods, Most fear'd, most honour'd by immortal gods; By the flow-dripping urn of Styx fhe fwore; The prophet's peaceful manfions on the fhore For ever from those spoilers should be free; Such was the fatal fifters' fix'd decrce. The goddefs fwore, the brothers straight obey, And back to Argo wing their airy way: The Strophades from thence derive their name, The Plotian iflands ftyl'd by ancient fame. Difparting then, to different regions flew The maid celeftial and the monster-crew. Those to the grots retir'd, the dark retreat Of Dicte's caverns in Minoian Crete; While the gay goddefs of the watery bow Soar'd on fleet pinions to Olympus' brow. Meanwhile the princes, with unwearied pains, Wash from their feet the harpies' filthy stains: Next from the foils, which on Bebrycia's shore From vanquish'd Amycus brave Pollux bore, The fleecy victims they felect with care; And footh the gods with facrifice and pray'r. Then in the palace each heroic guest Partakes the pleasures of the fumptuous feaft: With them fat Phineus, and refresh'd his foul 420 With favoury viands, and the cheering bowl: While yet he feafts, infatiate ftill he feems, And shares a blifs beyond the blifs of dreams.

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Though now the rage of hunger was reprefs'd And generous wine had open'd every breaft; Yet fill the chiefs prolong the banquet late, And for the feather'd fons of Boreas wait. Plac'd in the midft, before the cheerful fire, Thus of their voyage spoke the facred fire:

Hear what the gods permit me to relate; 430'
For 'tis profane to publish all your fate.
Unnumber'd woes I felt, and feel them ftill,
For erft divulging Jove's almighty will:

To man he gives fate's dark events to fean
In part, but always leaves dependent man.
When hence your deftin'd voyage ye purfue,
Two rucks will rife, tremendous to the view.

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Juft in the entrance of the watery wafte, Which never mortal yet in fafety past : Not firmly fix'd; for oft with hideous shock 440 • Adverse they meet, and rock encounters rock: The boiling billows dash their airy brow, Loud thundering round the ragged fhore below. Safe if ye hope to pafs, my counfel hear, Be rul'd by prudence, and the gods revere; Nor on your unexperienc'd youth depend, The want of caution brings you to your end. First from your ship a nimble dove let fly, And on the fure prognoftic bird rely; Safe through the rocks if the pursue her way, No longer ye the deftin'd course delay; Steer for the ftrait, and let the rowers fweep ⚫ With stretching oars the, close-contracted deep : For not in prayers alone your fafety stands; But nervous vigour, and the ftrength of hands. Ply then your oars, and strain at every stroke; But first with prayer the deities invoke. The dove's fad fate should you defponding view, Crush'd by the closing fragments as the flew, Steer back, left you against thofe rocks be driv'n, Steer back; 'tis safest to submit to Heav'n. 461 ''Iwere death through them to force the foam⚫ing keel, [fteel. Though heav'n-built Argo were compos'd of O friends, be warn'd by me, nor rafhly dare To venture farther than my words declare; Me though ye deem the righteous gods pursue With direful vengeance, threefold more than • due ; [ftrait, Tempt not without the dove this dangerous For man muft fuffer what's ordain'd by fate. But if with active oars ye fafely gain, Through these tremendous rocks, the diftant • main;

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Thence, not far diftant, with the western gale, Near Paphlagonia's towering heights ye fail, The hardy fons of which inclement coaft Enetean Pelops for their founder boast.

Full to the north a promontory fam'd Lifts the high head in air, Carambis nam'd; The northern winds below its fummit sweep, So loftily it rifes o'er the deep.

This point once doubled, a new coast expands
Its ample plains, and on the limit ftands
A cape far-jutting, from whofe rocky fhores
The rapid Halys in old ocean roars.
Near him clear Iris draws his humbler train,
In filver torrents foaming to the main.
Beyond projects an headland tall and steep,
And forms a peaceful harbour in the deep.

Here o'er extenfive fields Thermodon pours, 'Near Themifcyria's heights, his watery ftores. Next lie the fpacious Dean plains, and near 500 Three cities of the Amazons appear: And next the Chalybes, inur'd to toil, Work at the forge, and turn the stubborn foil. Near thefe the wealthy Tiberenians till, Sacred to Jove, the Genetaan hill. The Mollynœcians, next, the country round Poffefs, with mountains and with forefts crown'd. In towers they live of folid timber fram'd, 'Moffynes call'd, and thence the nation nam'd. 'When these are paft, an island bleak and bare 'Lies full in view, there guide your ship with · carc, 511

And thence with care those noxious birds expel, Which on the defert fhore unnumber'd dwell. 'Here form'd of solid stone, and feen from far, 'Stands the rough temple of the God of war. Two Amazonian queens, renown'd for arms, Had rais'd the fane, when stunn'd with war's

⚫ alarms.

'Steer to this island through the stormy main,
And, all that mariners can wifh, ye gain. 519
But why should I each circumftance difclofe,
And make again the powers of heaven my foes?
Beyond that ifle, but on the fronting shores,
The Philyreans feed their fleecy stores:
The brave Macronians till the neighbouring
coast;

Next these the numerous Bechirian hoft:
Near them Sapirians and Byzerians dwell,
And next the Colchians, who in arms excel.
But ye, your steady course in Argo keep,
Shun the falle fhores, and plough fecure the
• deep,

'Till that rich coaft ye reach, where Phafis leads From Amarantine hills o'er Colchian meads 531 His liquid ftores, and through fam'd Circe's

plain;

Then rolls his widening current to the main. To this fam'd ftream purfue your watery way, 'Soon will your eyes eta's towers survey, And Mars's grove, where, wondrous to behold! Hangs on a fpreading oak the fleecy gold. A hideous dragon of enormous fize Turns all around his circumfpective eyes: O'er the bright fpoil the triceft watch he keeps;

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He never flumbers, and he never fleeps.' He fpoke, and terror curdled all their blood; Deep fix'd in filence long the warriors ftood. At length thus Jafon, though poffefs'd with fear: "Tell us, O tell us, venerable feer, "Th' event of all our toils; the fign explain "How fafely we may pafs into the main [fay,

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Through thofe dire rocks: and, O indulgent, "Shall we once more our native land furvey? “Unskill'd am I, unskill'd our martial train; 559 "How shall fad, how meafure back the main? "For far as ever flying fails were furl'd "Lies Colchos, on the limits of the world." Thus Jafon fpoke; and thus the prophet old: Thofe dangerous rocks once pafs'd, my fon, be · bold.

Some god from a shall through seas untry'd, Skirted by other coafts, your veffel guide, But you, to Ea failing, on your crew confide., But, friends, to Venus be due honours paid; 'Still in remembrance keep her fecret aid. 'On all your toils the kindly will beftow

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A glorious end-expect no more to know." Scarce had he spoke, when fpeeding back repair The fons of Boreas through the fields of air; At the feer's door with nimble feet they light: Up rofe the chiefs, rejoicing at the fight. When Zetes trembling, and with toils opprefs'd, While thick fhort fobs inceffant heav'd his cheft, Tel's how they drove the harpies far away, How iris fcreen'd them, and forbade to stay, 570 And pledg'd her folemn oath; while they retreat To the huge caves of mountain-cover'd Crete. Thele joyful tidings cheer'd the hearts of all, But moft the prophet's, in the feaftful hall; Whem Jafon thus: "Sure from his heavenly state Some god look'd down, and wail'd thy woeful "fate,

"And fore-decreed from far our bands to fend,
"That Boreas' fons might their affiftance lend.
"Should the fame god reftore the long-loft fight,
My gladden'd foul would feel as great delight,
"As even my native country could beftow." 581
Then thus fage Phineus, with dejected brow:
My eyes, alas! fhall ne'er behold the day; [ray:
Shrunk are thefe balls, and quench'd the visual
Heaven round me foon death's gloomy fhade
'fhall spread,

'And every honour will await me dead.' [cheer'd,
With converfe thus the fleeting hours they
When rofy morning beaming bright appear'd.
The neighbouring peasants round, with early day,
Flock to the feer, their due regards to pay: 590
This daily cuflom love and reverence taught;
And fome provifion for the fage they brought.
All came to learn by his prophetic lore:
He to the rich divin'd, and to the poor :
For numerous votaries be reliev'd from dread,
Who dearly lov'd him, and who daily fed.
With thefe his steady friend Paræbius came,
Who faw with joy thefe gallant fons of fame.
To him prophetic Phineus had foretold,
That a young band of Grecians, brave and bold,
Should, in their voyage to the Colchian shore, 601
In Thynia's bay their well-built vessel moor,
And from these coafts thofe ravenous birds of prey
The harpies drive, though fent by Jove away.
The feer, well pleas'd, difmifs'd his friendly train,
Eut bade Paræbius with the Greeks remain,
And fetch him inftant from his numerous ftock
A sheep, the best and fairest of the flock.
The willing fwain obey'd the feer's requeft,
And Phineus thus the mariners addrefs'd:
We are not all unciviliz'd and rude,
'My friends, nor guilty of ingratitude.
That shepherd to my manfion came of late,
To learn from me the colour of his fate;

For the more labours and fatigues he bore,

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Pale, pining want opprefs'd him ftill the more;

'New woes fucceeded to the woes that past, Ard every day was darker than the laft: TRANS II.

The nymph neglected, and refus'd to spare, Though oft the urg'd this lamentable plea;' "Pity, ah, pity my coeval tree,

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"Where I fo many blifsful ages dwelt!"
'But his hard heart no foft compaffion felt: 628
'The tree he fell'd; and, for this foul difgrace,
The nymph ordain'd him woes, and all his rac
To me Paræbius came, opprefs'd with fear :
'The cause I found, and counsell'd him to rear
An altar to the goddess of the fhore,
And pardon for his father's crimes implore,
Thus was the guilt aton'd: e'er fince, the man
Pays all regards that grateful mortal can:
For ever at my fide he loves to ftay,
And always goes unwillingly away.'
Thus Phineus fpoke, when from his fleecy stock
His friend brought two, the fairest of the flock.
Then Jafon role, and, urg'd by Phineus blind,
Rofe the bold offspring of the northern wind:
Their facred offerings on the flames they lay,
Invoking Phebus at the dawn of day,
The choiceft viands with affiduous care
The younger heroes for their friends prepare.
Thus feafted, fome their veffel's cordage prefs'd,
Some in the prophet's mansion sunk to reût.
Etelian breezes with the morning blow,
Which, fent by Jove, o'er every region flow.

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To whom rich fwains, who in 1 heffalia live,
The names of Agreus and of Nomius give.
With length of days the god her love repaid,
And fix'd her huntress of the woodland fhade;
But the young boy to Chiron's care he gave,
To reap inftruction in his learned cave.
To him, when blooming in the prime of life,
The mufes gave Autonoë to wife;
And taught their favourite pupil to excel
In arts of healing, and divining well.
To him they gave their numerous flocks to
feed,

Which Phthia's athamantine paftures breed;
And thofe that firay on Orhrys' lofty brow,
Or where Apidanus' fam'd waters flow.
But when fierce Syrius fcorch'd the Cyclades,
The realms of Minos, in th' gean feas,
Nought could the burning malady allay;
The flanders implor'd the god of day,
Who lent young Ariftaus to their aid,
By whom the fatal peftilence was flaid.
At his fire's call he left fair Phthia's land,
Attended by a bold Arcadian band,

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Who from Lycaon their extraction boast,
And fail'd to Ceos with his numerous hoft.
He there an altar rais'd to fhowery Jove,
And made oblation on the heights above
To the red itar that defolates the land,
And to heaven's king; at whofe fupreme command
Th' Etefian winds, while forty days they blow,
Refresh with balmy gales the foil below.
Ev'n now the Cean priests pay rites divine
Before the burning stars begin to shine.
Thus fame reports; and by these winds detain'd,
With Phineus ftill the Argonauts remain'd.
The grateful Thynians daily, while they said,
To their lov'd feer abundant ftores convey'd.
Yet, ere they leave this hofpitable land,
To the twelve gods erect they on the strand
An altar, and with facrifice and pray'r
Appeafe the powers of heaven, and to their fhip
repair,
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Eager their long neglected oars to prove;
Yet not unmindful of the timorous dove,
Which fafely faften'd by a flender band
Euphemus carry'd trembling in his hand.
Quick from the ftay they lopp'd the
Minerva faw the heroes hafte aboard:
On a thin cloud fhe lighted from above,
(The cloud upheld the mighty feed of Jove)
And fped her voyage to the Euxine main,
For much he lov'd the delegated train.
So when fome fhepherd quits his native home,
(As men adventurous much delight to roam)
No roads too diftant or too long appear,
In thought he fees, and thinks his manfion near;
O'er fea, o'er land, with keen inquiring eyes
He views all ways, and in idea flies:
Thus to the Thynian shore, from heaven above,
Swift flew the daughter of imperial Jove. 718
When now the heroes through the vast pro
found
[round,
Reach the dire ftraits with rocks encompafs'd
Though boiling gulfs the failing pine detain'd,
Still on their way the labouring Grecians gain'd,
When the loud-juftling rocks increas'd their fears:
The fhores refounding thunder'd in their ears.
High on the prow Euphemus took his fland,
And held the dove that trembled in his hand.
The reft with Typhus on their strength rely'd,
To fhun the rocks, and flem the roaring tide.
Soon, one sharp angle paft, the joyful train
Saw the cleft crags wide opening to the main.
Euphemus loos'd the dove, the heroes ftood 731
Erect to fee her fkim the foaming flood.
She through the rocks a ready paffage found:
The dire racks met, and gave a dreadful found.
The falt fea fpray in clouds began to rife;
Old ocean thunder'd; the cerulean fkies
Rebellow'd loudly with the fearful din ;
The caves below remurmur'd from within. ['er
O'er wave-worn cliffs, the coaft's high margin
Boil'd the light foam, and whiten'd all the fhore.
Round whirl'd the fhip; the rocks with rapid
fway

Lopp'd from the dove her fteering tail away;
Yet still fecurely through the ftraits the flew :
Loud joy infpir'd the circumfpective crew.

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But Tiphys urg'd the chiefs their oars to ply,
For the rocks yawn'd tremendous to the eye.
Then terror feiz'd them, when with fudden fhock
The refluent billows forc'd them on the rock :
With chilling fears was every nerve unftrung,
While o'er their heads impending rum hung. 750
Before, behind, they faw the fpacious deep,
When inftant, lo! a billow, vast and steep,
Still rifes higher, and still wider spreads,
And hangs a wat'ry mountain o'er their heads.
The heroes floop'd, expecting by its fall
That mighty billow would o'erwhelm them all;
But Tiphys' art reliev'd the labouring oars:
On Argo's keel the impetuous torrent pours,
Which rais'd the fhip above the rocks to high,
She feem'd fublimely failing in the iky.
Euphemus haftening urg'd the valiant crew
Their courfe with all their vigour to purfue.
Shouting they ply'd their oars, but ply'a in vain;
For the rough billows beat them back again.
And as the heroes unremitting row,

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Their labouring oars were bent into a bow,
Swift down the mountainous billows Argo glides,
Like a huge cylinder along the tides,
Entangled with thick, craggy rocks around,
Her feams all burling, and her planks unbound.
In that nice moment the Tritonian maid
To facred Argo lent the timely aid.
Her left hand heav'd her from the craggy fteep,
Her right difmifs'd her gently to the deep:
Then like an arrow from th' claftic yew,
Swift o'er the foaming waves the veffel flew.
Yet had the clafhing rocks with adverfe fway
Torn the tall prow's embellishments away.
When thus the Greeks had fafely reach'd the main,
To heaven Minerva wing'd her flight again. 780
The parted rocks at once concurrent flood,
Fix'd on one firm foundation in the flood:
This had been long determin'd by the fares,
If mortal ever past those dangerous traits.
Now freed from fears, the Grecks with eager eyes
View the broad ocean and ferener skies :
Their anxious doubts for Argo they difpel,
And deem her rescued from the jaws of hell.
Then Tiphys thus: Sure to this fhip we owe
That fearless fafety we experience now.
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For though wife Argus with ingenious art
Form'd the fair fhip compact in every part,
Vigour divine prepitions Pallas gave,
And pow'r affign'd her o'er the wind and wave,
All now is fafe: fear not thy haughty lord,
But mark, illuftrious chief, the prophet's word;
"The rocks efcap'd, no future fears remain,
"Your toils are cafy, and your voyage plain."

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Thus he; and steering through the spacious fea, Near fair Bithynia plow'd the liquid way. Then Jafon mild the pilot thus addrefs'd: "Why, Tiphys, this to me with grief opprefs'd? "Yes I have err'd-my faults affli& my foul: "When Pelias gave command without controul, "'I'was mine to've fhunned this wild-projected "plot,

"Though inftant death had been my certain lot. "Now fears and cares my tortur'd bofom rend; "I dread thofe ills that from the deep impend