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": , ( 12 ) Far hence remov’d, the hoarse-resounding main, And walls of rocks, secure my native reign, Whose fruitful soil luxuriant barvests grace, Rich in her fruits, and in her martial race : Hitler we stiil'd, a voit:ntary throng, To avenge a private, bot a public wrong ; What else to Troy th’ assembled nations draws, Buf tìiine, ungrafejü], and ihy bpotli.ros cause F - ! (} is this the pay our blood and toils deserve, Disgrac’d and injur’d by the inin we serye ? And dar'st thou threat to snatch my prize away, Due to the deeds of many a dreadful day ? A prize as small, () tyrant match'd with thine, As tty own actions if compar’d to naine. Thine in each conquest is the wealthy prey, Though mine the sweat and danger of the day; Some trivial present to my ships I bear, Or barren praises pay the wounds of war: 220 Butknow, proud monarch! I'm thy slavenomore;