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der and dismay They mark the eyes, late terrible with ire, The face, the bristly breast, the jaw's extinguished fire. XXXVI. "Henceforth they solemnise this day divine, Their glad posterity from year to year, Potitius first, and the Pinarian line, Preserve the praise of Hercules; and here This altar named 'the Greatest' did they rear. (Greatest 'twill be for ever). Come then, all, And give such worth due honour. Wreathe your hair, And pass the wine-bowl merrily, and call Each on our common God, the guardian of us all." XXXVII. He spake; the God's own poplar, fleckt with white, Hung, twining o'er his brows. His right hand bore The sacred bowl. All, gladdening, hail the rite, And pour libations, and the Gods adore. 'Twas evening, and the Western star once more Sloped towards Olympus. Forth Potitius came, Leading the priests, girt roughly, as of yore, With skins of beasts, and bearing high the flame. Fresh, dainty gifts they bring, the second course to frame. XXXVIII. Next came the Salians, dancing as they sung Around the blazing altars. Poplar crowned Their brows; a double chorus, old and young, Chant forth the glories and the deeds renowned Of Hercules; how, potent to confound His stepdame's hate, he crushed the serpents twain; What towns in war he levelled to the ground, Troy and OEchalia; how with infinite pain Eurystheus' tasks he sped, and Juno's fates were vain: XXXIX. "Oh thou, unconquered, whose resistless hand Smote the twin giants of the cloud-born crew, Pholus, Hylaeus; and the Cretan land Freed from its monster; and in Nemea slew The lion! Styx hath trembled at thy view, And Cerberus, when, smeared with gore, he lay On bones half-mumbled in his darksome mew. Thee not Typhoeus, when in armed array He towered erect, could daunt, nor grisly shapes dismay. XL. "Prompt was thy wit, when, powerless to prevail, Around thee twined, the beast of Lerna's fen Hissed with the legion of its heads. O hail, True son of Jove, the praise of mortal men, And Heaven's new glory. Hither turn thy ken, And cheer thy votaries." So with heart and will They chant his praise, nor less the monster's den, And Cacus, breathing flames. The loud notes fill The sacred grove around, and echo to the hill. XLI. The rites thus ended, to the town they fare. In front, the good Ev
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