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Oppos'd itself to Cynthia's filver ray,
And fhaded all beneath. But now the fun
With orient beams had chas'd the dewy night
From earth and heav'n; all Nature stood disclos'd;
When looking on the neighb'ring woods we faw
The ghaftly visage of a man unknown,
An uncouth feature, meagre, pale, and wild;
Affliction's foul and terrible difmay
Sat in his looks, his face impair'd and worn
With marks of famine, fpeaking fore distress
His locks were tangled, and his shaggy beard
Matted with filth; in all things elfe a Greek.

He firft advanc'd in hafte; but when he saw
Trojans and Trojan arms, in mid career
Stopt short, he back recoil'd as one furpris'd;
But foon recov'ring speed, he ran, he flew
Precipitant, and thus with piteous cries
Our ears affail'd: "By Heav'n's eternal fires,
"By ev'ry god that fits enthron'd on high,
"By this good light, relieve a wretch forlorn,
"And bear me hence to any distant shore,
"So I may shun this favage race accurst.
"'Tis true I fought among the Greeks that late
"With fword and fire o'erturn'd Neptunian Troy,
"And laid the labour of the gods in dust;
"For which, if fo the fad offence deferves,
"Plung'd in the deep, for ever let me lie






"The realms of Night inglorious, fince I've liv'd
"Amidft these woods, gleaning from thorns and
"A wretched fuftenance. "As thus he spoke, [fhrubs
We faw defcending from a neighbʼring hill
Blind Polypheme: by weary steps and flow
The groping giant with a trunk of pine
Explor'd his way; around his woolly flocks
Attended grazing; to the well-known shore
He bent his course, and on the margin flood,
A hideous monfter, terrible, deform'd:
Full in the midst of his high front there gap'd
The fpacious hollow where his eyeball roll'd,
A ghaftly orifice; he rins'd the wound,
And wash'd away the ftrings and clotted blood
That cak'd within; then ftalking thro' the deep 120
He fords the ocean, while the topmost wave
Scarce reaches up his middle fide: we stood
Amaz'd be fure; a fudden horror chill

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Ran thro' each nerve, and thrill'd in ev'ry vein,
Till using all the force of winds and oars
We fped away: he heard us in our course,
And with his outftretch'd arms around him grop'd,
But finding nought within his reach, he rais'd
Such hideous fhouts, that all the ocean fhook ;
Ev'n Italy, tho' many a league remote,
In diftant échoes answer'd; Ætna roar'd,
Thro' all its inmoft winding caverns roar'd.


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Rous'd with the found, the mighty family
Of one-ey'd brothers haften to the shore,
And gather round the bellowing Polypheme,
A dire affembly! we with eager hafte
Work ev'ry one, and from afar behold
A host of giants covering all the shore.

So ftands a forest tall of mountain oaks
Advanc'd to mighty growth: the traveller
Hears from the humble valley where he rides
The hollow murmurs of the winds that blow
Amidst the boughs, and at the distance fees
The shady tops of trees unnumber'd rise,
A stately prospect, waving în the clouds.


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The Life of the Author,

To the Right Hon. the Earl of Warwick, &c.

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To Mr. Dryden,


An account of the greatest English Poets. To
Mr. Henry Sacheverell,


To the Right Hon. Sir John Somers, Lord Keeper
of the Great Seal,


To the King,


To Sir Godfrey Kneller, on his picture of the King, 45
To her Royal Highness the Princess of Wales,
with the Tragedy of Cato, Nov. 1714,
A Song for St. Cecelia's day at Oxford,
Tha Campaign, a poem. To his Grace the Duke

of Marlborough,

Lettera Scritta d'Italia al Molto Onorabile Carlo

Conte Halifax,

The fame, in English,

Prologue to Phædra and Hippolitus,
Prologue to The Tender Hufband,

Epilogue to The British Enchanters,



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