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After them was born cronos the wily, youngest and most terrible of her children, and he hated his lusty sire.

’till pitying phoebe eas’d her pious woe, thaw’d to a spring, whose streams for ever flow The nymphs, and virbius, like amazement fill’d, as seiz’d the swains, who tyrrhene furrows till’d The spreading mass in former shape depos’d, Woes heap’d on woes consumed his wasted heart His beauteous daughter fell by phoebe’s dart His eldest born by raging mars was slain, in combat on the solymaean plain.

Phoebe was a greek titan better known for her descendants than for her own exploits Her daughter leto went on to have an affair with zeus and gave birth to the powerful olympians apollo and artemis. The nicest eye did no distinction know, but that the goddess bore a golden bow Distinguish’d thus, the sight she cheated too Descending from lycaeus, pan admires the matchless nymph, and burns with new desires A crown of pine upon his.

Then phoebus bore the chief of venus’ race to troy’s high fane, and to his holy place

Latona there and phoebe heal’d the wound, with vigour arm’d him, and with glory crown’d. Th’ oblation slain, and phoebe, reconcil’d, the storm was hush’d, and dimpled ocean smil’d A favourable gale arose from shore, which to the port desir’d, the graecian gallies bore The house of fame full in the midst of this created space, betwixt heav’n, earth, and skies, there stands a place, confining on all three, with triple. So much did herse all the rest outvy, and gave a grace to the solemnity Hermes was fir’d, as in the clouds he hung

So the cold bullet, that with fury slung from balearick engines mounts on high, glows in the whirl, and burns along the sky At length he pitch’d upon the ground, and show’d Nor glimmer’d phoebe in the ethereal plain But all unseen the clouded island lay, and all unseen the surge and rolling sea, till safe we anchor’d in the shelter’d bay Our sails we gather’d, cast our cables o’er, and slept secure along the sandy shore Soon as again the rosy morning shone, reveal’d the landscape and the scene unknown,

“’t was night, when ev’ry creature, void of cares, the common gift of balmy slumber shares

The statues of my gods (for such they seem’d), those gods whom i from flaming troy redeem’d, before me stood, majestically bright, full in the beams of phoebe’s ent’ring light.