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his broad sword display'd, And buried in his neck the reeking blade. Prone
fell the youth and panting on the land, The gushing purple dyed the


thirsty sand. The victor to the stream the carcase gave, And thus insults
him, floating on the wave:  "Lie there, Lycaon! let the fish surround Thy
bloated corpse, and suck thy gory wound: There no sad mother shall thy
funerals weep, But swift Scamander roll thee to the deep, Whose every wave

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