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The FIRST BOOK of
Lo hapless Tydeus, whose ill-fated hand
Had slain his brother, leaves his native land,
And seiz'd with horror, in the shades of night,
Thro' the thick desarts headlong urg'd his flight:
Now by the fury of the tempests driv'n
He seeks a shelter from th' inclement heav'n,
Till led by fate, the Theban's steps he treads,
And to fair Argos' open court succeeds.
When thus the chiefs from diff'rent lands resort:
T'Adrastus realms, and hospitable court,
The King surveys his guests with curious eyes,
And views their arms and habit with surprize.
A lion's yellow skin the Theban wears,
Horrid his mane, and rough with curling hairs;
Such once employ'd Alcides' youthful toils,
E're yet adorn'd with Nemea's dreadful spoils.
A boar's stiff hide, of Calydonian breed,
Oenides' manly shoulders overspread,
Oblique his tusks, erect his bristles stood,
Alive, the pride and terror of the wood.

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