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s name who bore, Their 'custom'd sport laborious ended, strove With youthful vigor in the wrestling toil. Now breast to breast they strain'd with nervous grasp, When the swift arrow from the bended horn, Both bodies pierc'd, as close both bodies join'd; At once they groan'd; at once their limbs they threw, With agonies convuls'd, prone on the earth; At once their rolling eyes the light forsook; At once their souls were yielded forth to air. Alphenor saw, and smote his grieving breast; Flew to their pallid limbs, and as he rais'd, Their bodies, in the pious office fell: For Phoebus drove his fate-wing'd arrow deep Through what his heart inclos'd. Sudden withdrawn, On the barb'd head the mangled lungs were stuck; And high in air his soul gush'd forth in blood. But beardless Damasichthon, by a wound Not single fell, as those; struck where the leg To form begins, and where the nervous ham A yielding joint supplies. The deadly dart To draw essaying, in his throat, full driven, Up to the feather'd head, another came: The sanguine flood expell'd it, gushing high, Cutting the distant air. With outstretcht arms Ilioneus, the last, besought in vain; Exclaiming,--"spare me, spare me, all ye gods!" Witless that all not join'd to cause his woe. The god was touch'd with pity, touch'd too late,-- Already shot th' irrevocable dart: Yet light the blow was given, and mild the wound That pierc'd his heart, and sent his soul aloft. The rumor'd ill; the mourning people's groans; The servant's tears, soon made the mother know, The sudden ruin: wondering first she stands, To see so great heaven's power, then angry flames Indignant, that such power they dare to use. The sire Amphion, in his bosom plung'd His sword, and ended life at once, and woe. Heavens! how remov'd this Niobe, from her Who drove so lately from Latona's fane, The pious crowds; who march'd in lofty state, Through every street of Thebes, an envy'd sight! Now to be wept by even her bitterest foes. Prostrate upon their gelid limbs she lies; Now this, now that, her trembling kisses press; Her livid arms high-stretching unto heaven, Exclaims,--"Enjoy Latona, cruel dame, "My sorrows; feed on all my wretched woes; "Glut with my load of grief thy savage soul; "Feast thy fell heart with seven funereal scenes; "Triumph, victorious foe! conqueror, exult! "Victorious
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