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cool his glowing wound he sat apart, (The wound inflicted by the Lycian
dart.) Large drops of sweat from all his limbs descend, Beneath his


ponderous shield his sinews bend, Whose ample belt, that o'er his shoulder
lay, He eased and wash'd the clotted gore away. The goddess leaning o'er
the bending yoke, Beside his coursers, thus her silence broke: "Degenerate prince! and not of Tydeus' kind, Whose little body lodged a

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