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Oh father Phœbus! whether Lycia's coastAnd snowy mountains, thy bright presence boast;Whether to sweet Castalia thou repair,And bathe in silver dews thy yellow hair;Or pleas'd to find fair Delos float no more,Delight in Cynthus, and the shady shore;Or chuse thy seat in Ilion's proud abodes,The shining structures rais'd by lab'ring Gods.By thee the bow and mortal shafts are born;Eternal charms thy blooming youth adorn:Skill'd in the laws of secret fate above,And the dark counsels of almighty Jove,'Tis thine the seeds of future war to know,The change of scepters, and impending woe;When direful meteors spread thro' glowing airLong trails of light, and shake their blazing hair.Thy rage the Phrygian felt, who durst aspireT' excell the music of thy heav'nly lyre;Thy shafts aveng'd lewd Tityus guilty flame,Th' immortal victim of thy mother's fame;

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