Weapon'd with each, war sallied forth and shook
With bloody grasp his loud-resounding arms.
Now man by rapine lives;--friend fears his host;
And sire-in-law his son;--e'en brethren's love
Is rarely seen: wives plot their husbands' death;
And husbands theirs design: step-mothers fierce
The lurid poisons mix: th' impatient son
Enquires the limits of his father's years:--
Piety lies neglected; and Astraea,
Last of celestial deities on earth,
Ascends, and leaves the sanguine-moisten'd land.

Nor high-rais'd heaven was more than earth secure.
Giants, 'tis said, with mad ambition strove
To seize the heavenly throne, and mountains pile
On mountains till the loftiest stars they touch'd.
But with his darted bolt all-powerful Jove,
Olympus shatter'd, and from Pelion's top
Dash'd Ossa. There with huge unwieldy bulk
Oppress'd, their dreadful corses lay, and soak'd
Their parent earth with blood; their parent earth
The warm blood vivify'd, and caus'd assume
An human form,--a monumental type
Of fierce progenitors. Heaven they despise,
Violent, of slaughter greedy; and their race
From blood deriv'd, betray.

Saturnian Jove
This from his lofty seat beheld, and sigh'd;
The recent bloody fact revolving deep,
The Lycaoenian feast, to few yet known.
Incens'd with mighty rage, rage worthy Jove,
He calls the council;--none who hear delay.
A path sublime, in cloudless skies fair seen,
They tread when tow'rd the mighty thunderer's dome,
His regal court, th' immortals bend their way.
On right and left by folding doors enclos'd,
Are halls where gods of rank and power are set;
Plebeians far and wide their place select:
More potent deities, in heaven most bright,
Full in the front possess their shining seats.
This place, (might words so bold a form assume)
I'd term Palatium of the lofty sky.
Here in his marble niche each god was plac'd
And on his eburn sceptre leaning, Jove
O'er all high tower'd; the dread-inspiring locks
Three times he shook; and ocean, earth, and sky,
The motion felt and trembled. Then in rage
The silence thus he broke:--"Not more I fear'd
"Our kingdom's fate in those tempestuous times,
"When monsters serpent-footed furious strove,
"To clasp within their hundred arms the heavens,
"Already captive deem'd. Though fierce our foe,
"One race alone warr'd with us, sprung from one.
"Now