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The FIRST BOOK of
The banquet done, the Monarch gives the sign,
To fill the goblet high with sparkling wine,
Which Danaus us'd in sacred rites of old,
With sculpture grac'd, and rough with rising gold.
Here to the clouds victorious Perseus flies;
Medusa seems to move her languid eyes,
And ev'n in gold, turns paler as she dies.
There from the chace Jove's tow'ring eagle bears
On golden wings, the Phrygian to the stars;
Still as he rises in th' æthereal height,
His native mountains lessen to his sight;
While all his sad companions upward gaze,
Fix'd on the glorious scene in wild amaze,
And the swift hounds, affrighted as he flies,
Run to the shade, and bark against the skies.
This golden bowl with gen'rous juice was crown'd,
The first libations sprinkled on the ground:
By turns on each celestial pow'r they call;
With Phœbus' name resounds the vaulted hall.
To fill the goblet high with sparkling wine,
Which Danaus us'd in sacred rites of old,
With sculpture grac'd, and rough with rising gold.
Here to the clouds victorious Perseus flies;
Medusa seems to move her languid eyes,
And ev'n in gold, turns paler as she dies.
There from the chace Jove's tow'ring eagle bears
On golden wings, the Phrygian to the stars;
Still as he rises in th' æthereal height,
His native mountains lessen to his sight;
While all his sad companions upward gaze,
Fix'd on the glorious scene in wild amaze,
And the swift hounds, affrighted as he flies,
Run to the shade, and bark against the skies.
This golden bowl with gen'rous juice was crown'd,
The first libations sprinkled on the ground:
By turns on each celestial pow'r they call;
With Phœbus' name resounds the vaulted hall.
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