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(: 32 ) Ulysses led to Phoebus' sacred fane ; Where at his solemn altar, as the maid He gave to Chyళes, thus the hero said : Hail, reverend priest to Phoebus' awful dome: A suppliant I from great Atrides come: Unransom'd here receive the spotless fair; Accept #e hecatomb the Greeks prepare; And may thy god, who scatters darts around, Aton'd by sacrifice, desist to wound. At this, the sire embrac'd the maid ஆம், So sadly lost, so sately sought in vain. Then near the altar of the darting king, Dispos'd in rank their hecatomb they bring: with water puris, their lands, and take The sacred offering of the salted cako; While thus with arms devoutly raised in air, And solemn voice, he priost directs his prayer: God of the silver bow, thine ear incline, Whose power encircles Cilla the divine ; 500 Whose sacred eyo thy Tenedos surveys, - -