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To whom thy hands the vows of Greece convey, i () And whose bless'd oracles thy lips declare; Long as Achillos breathes this vital air, No daring Greek of all the numerous band Against his priest shall lift an impious hand : Not een the chiefby whoin our hostsare led, The king of kings, shall touch that sacred head. Encourag'd thus, the blameless man replies: Nor vows unpaid, nor slighted sacrifice, But he, our chief, provoked the raging pest, Apollo's vengeance for his injured priest. 12s. Nor will the god's awak'd fury cease, But plagues shali spread, and funeral fires in crease, Till the gì cát kìng, without a ranson, paid, To her own Chrysa send the black-ey'd maid. Berhaps, with added sacrifice and prayer, The priest may pardon, and the god may spare. The prophet spoke; when with a gloomy frowa