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And angry waves against them. By his sideSank all his gallant comrades in the deep.Him did the winds and waves drive hither. HimJove bids thee send away with speed, for hereHe must not perish, far from all he loves.So is it preordained that he beholdHis friends again, and stand once more withinHis high-roofed palace, on his native soil." He spoke, Calypso, glorious goddess, heard,And shuddered, and with wingèd words replied: "Ye are unjust, ye gods, and, envious farBeyond all other beings, cannot bearThat ever goddess openly should makeA mortal man her consort. Thus it wasWhen once Aurora, rosy-fingered, tookOrion for her husband; ye were stung,Amid your blissful lives, with envious hate,Till chaste Diana, of the golden throne,Smote him with silent arrows from her bow,
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