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Now headlong sinks, emerges now supine,
And spurns th' unsolid Wave a while up-born.
135 Vain strugling, his enfeebled Strength impairs,
Striving t'avoid inevitable Fate;
But as his Force grows less, his moisten'd Hairs
His Limbs o'er-burthen with redoubled weight.
Yet e'er the flitting Life her Hold forsook,
140 Oft rising, sinking oft, these winged Words he spoke.
And spurns th' unsolid Wave a while up-born.
135 Vain strugling, his enfeebled Strength impairs,
Striving t'avoid inevitable Fate;
But as his Force grows less, his moisten'd Hairs
His Limbs o'er-burthen with redoubled weight.
Yet e'er the flitting Life her Hold forsook,
140 Oft rising, sinking oft, these winged Words he spoke.
XV.
Shalt thou Physignathus, Psicharpax slay,
Whom thou in equal Field durst never face;
Thy more than Match in ev'ry Martial Play,
In grapling stronger, fleeter for the Race?
145 My Death, Pelides may repent too late,
If injur'd Themis[1] hear my dying Cries;
In Arms my Subjects may revenge my Fate,
For Thunder-loving Jove has righteous eyes.
Shalt thou Physignathus, Psicharpax slay,
Whom thou in equal Field durst never face;
Thy more than Match in ev'ry Martial Play,
In grapling stronger, fleeter for the Race?
145 My Death, Pelides may repent too late,
If injur'd Themis[1] hear my dying Cries;
In Arms my Subjects may revenge my Fate,
For Thunder-loving Jove has righteous eyes.
- ↑ v. 146.] Themis the Goddess of Justice.
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