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What the Line you boast? 308:185,022@b | What Chance hath cast thee panting on$4$ our Coast? 308:185,023@b | With strictest Truth let all thy Words agree, 308:185,024@b | Nor let me find a faithless Mouse in$4$ thee. 308:185,025@b | If worthy Friendship, proffered Friendship take, 308:185,026@b | And entering view the pleasurable Lake: 308:185,027@b | Range over my Palace, in$4$ my Bounty share, 308:185,028@b | And glad return from hospitable Fare. 308:185,029@b | This Silver Realm extends beneath my Sway, 308:185,030@b | And me, their Monarch, all its Frogs obey. 308:185,031@b | Great Physignathus I, from Peleus' Race, 308:185,032@b | Begot in$4$ fair Hydromeduse' Embrace, 308:186,000[' ]| 308:186,033@b | Where by$4$ the nuptial Bank that$6#1$ paints his Side, 308:186,034@b | The swift Eridanus delights to$9$ glide. 308:186,035@b | Thee too, thy Form, thy Strength, and Port proclaim, 308:186,036@b | A sceptred King; a Son of Martial Fame; 308:186,037@b | Then trace thy Line, and aid my guessing Eyes. 308:186,038[A ]| Thus ceased the Frog, and thus the Mouse replies. 308:186,039@c | Known to$4$ the Gods, the Men, the Birds that$6#1$ fly 308:186,040@c | Through wild Expanses of the midway Sky, 308:186,041@c | My Name resounds; and if unknown to$4$ thee, 308:186,042@c | The Soul of Great Psycarpax lives in$4$ me. 308:186,043@c | Of brave Troxartas' Line, whose sleeky Down 308:186,044@c | In$4$ Love compressed Lychomile the brown. 308:186,045@c | My Mother she, and Princess of the Plains 308:186,046@c | Wherever her Father Pternotroctas reigns: 308:186,047@c | Born where a Cabin lifts its airy Shed, 308:186,048@c | With Figs, with Nuts, with varied Dainties fed. 308:186,049@c | But since our Natures nought in$4$ common know, 308:186,050@c | From what Foundation can a Friendship grow? 308:186,051@c | These curling Waters over thy Palace roll; 308:186,052@c | But Man's high Food supports my Princely Soul. 308:186,053@c | In$4$ vain the circled Loaves attempt to$9$ lie 308:186,054@c | Concealed in$4$ Flaskets from my curious Eye, 308:186,055@c | In$4$ vain the Tripe that$6#1$ boasts the whitest Hue, 308:186,056@c | In$4$ vain the gilded Bacon shuns my View, 308:186,057@c | In$4$ vain the Cheeses, Offspring of the Pale, 308:186,058@c | Or honeyed Cakes, which$6#1$ Gods themselves regale. 308:186,059@c | And as in$4$ Arts I shine, in$4$ Arms I fight, 308:186,060@c | Mixed with the bravest, and unknown to$4$ Flight. 308:186,061@c | Though large to$4$ mine the human Form appear, 308:186,062@c | Not Man himself can smite my Soul with Fear. 308:186,063@c | Sly to$4$ the Bed with silent Steps I go, 308:186,064@c | Attempt his Finger, or attack his Toe, 308:186,065@c | And fix indented Wounds with dextrous Skill, 308:186,066@c | Sleeping he feels, and only seems to$9$ feel. 308:186,067@c | Yet have we Foes which$6#1$ direful Dangers cause, 308:186,068@c | Grim Owls with Talons armed, and Cats with Claws, 308:186,069@c | And that$6#2$ false Trap, the Den of silent Fate, 308:186,070@c | Where Death his Ambush plants around the Bait; 308:186,071@c | All-dreaded these, and dreadful over the rest 308:186,072@c | The potent Warriors of the tabby Vest, 308:186,073@c | If to$4$ the dark we fly, the Dark they trace, 308:186,074@c | And rend our Heroes of the nibbling Race. 308:186,075@c | But me, nor Stalks, nor waterish Herbs delight, 308:187,000[' ]| 308:187,076@c | Nor can the crimson Radish charm my Sight, 308:187,077@c | The Lake-resounding Frogs selected Fare, 308:187,078@c | Which$6#1$ not a Mouse of any Taste can bear. 308:187,079[A ]| As thus the downy Prince his Mind expressed, 308:187,080[A ]| His Answer thus the croaking King addressed. 308:187,081@b | Thy Words luxuriant on$4$ thy Dainties rove, 308:187,082@b | And, stranger, we can boast of bounteous Jove: 308:187,083@b | We sport in$4$ Water, or we dance on$4$ Land, 308:187,084@b | And born amphibious, Food from both command. 308:187,085@b | But trust thyself where Wonders ask thy View, 308:187,086@b | And safely tempt those Seas, I will$1$ bear thee through: 308:187,087@b | Ascend my Shoulders, firmly keep thy Seat, 308:187,088@b | And reach my marshy Court, and feast in$4$ State. 308:187,089[A ]| He said, and leant his Back; with nimble Bound 308:187,090[A ]| Leaps the light Mouse, and clasps his Arms around, 308:187,091[A ]| Then wondering floats, and sees with glad Survey 308:187,092[A ]| The winding Banks dissemble Ports at Sea. 308:187,093[A ]| But when aloft the curling Water rides, 308:187,094[A ]| And wets with azure Wave his downy Sides, 308:187,095[A ]| His Thoughts grow conscious of approaching Woe, 308:187,096[A ]| His idle Tears with vain Repentance flow, 308:187,097[A ]| His Locks he rends, his trembling Feet he rears, 308:187,098[A ]| Thick beats his Heart with unaccustomed Fears; 308:187,099[A ]| He sighs, and chilled with Danger, longs for$4$ Shore: 308:187,100[A ]| His Tail extended forms a fruitless Oar, 308:187,101[A ]| Half-drenched in$4$ liquid Death his Prayers he spake, 308:187,102[A ]| And thus bemoaned him from the dreadful Lake. 308:187,103@c | So$3$ passed Europa through the rapid Sea, 308:187,104@c | Trembling and fainting all the venturous Way; 308:187,105@c | With oary Feet the Bull triumphant rode, 308:187,106@c | And safe in$4$ Crete deposed his lovely Load. 308:187,107@c | Ah safe at last! may thus the Frog support 308:187,108@c | My trembling Limbs to$9$ reach his ample Court. 308:187,109[A ]| As thus he sorrows, Death ambiguous grows, 308:187,110[A ]| Lo! from the deep a Water-Hydra rose; 308:187,111[A ]| He rolls his sanguined Eyes, his Bosom heaves, 308:187,112[A ]| And darts with active Rage along the Waves. 308:187,113[A ]| Confused, the Monarch sees his hissing Foe, 308:187,114[A ]| And dives to$9$ shun the sable Fates below. 308:187,115[A ]| Forgetful Frog! The Friend thy Shoulders bore, 308:187,116[A ]| Unskilled in$4$ Swimming, floats remote from Shore. 308:187,117[A ]| He grasps with fruitless Hands to$9$ find Relief, 308:187,118[A ]| Supinely falls, and grinds his Teeth with Grief, 308:188,000[' ]| 308:188,119[A ]| Plunging he sinks, and struggling mounts again, 308:188,120[A ]| And sinks, and strives, but strives with Fate in$4$ vain. 308:188,121[A ]| The weighty Moisture clogs his hairy Vest, 308:188,122[A ]| And thus the Prince his dying Rage expressed. 308:188,123@c | Nor thou, that$6#1$ flings me floundering from thy Back, 308:188,124@c | As from hard Rocks rebounds the shattering Wrack, 308:188,125@c | Nor thou shalt escape thy Due, perfidious King! 308:188,126@c | Pursued by$4$ Vengeance on$4$ the swiftest Wing: 308:188,127@c | At Land thy Strength could never equal mine, 308:188,128@c | At Sea to$9$ conquer, and by$4$ Craft, was thine. 308:188,129@c | But Heaven has Gods, and Gods have searching Eyes: 308:188,130@c | Ye Mice, ye Mice, my great Avengers rise! 308:188,131[A ]| This said, he sighing gasped, and gasping died. 308:188,132[A ]| His Death the young Lychopinax espied, 308:188,133[A ]| As on$4$ the flowery Brink he passed the Day, 308:188,134[A ]| Basked in$4$ the Beams, and loitered Life away: 308:188,135[A ]| Loud shrieks the Mouse, his Shrieks the Shores repeat; 308:188,136[A ]| The nibbling Nation learn their Hero's Fate: 308:188,137[A ]| Grief, dismal Grief ensues; deep Murmur's sound, 308:188,138[A ]| And shriller Fury fills the deafened Ground; 308:188,139[A ]| From Lodge to$4$ Lodge the sacred Heralds run, 308:188,140[A ]| To$9$ fix their Council with the rising Sun; 308:188,141[A ]| Where great Troxartas crowned in$4$ Glory reigns, 308:188,142[A ]| And winds his lengthening Court beneath the Plains; 308:188,143[A ]| Psycarpax Father, Father now no$2$ more! 308:188,144[A ]| For$3$ poor Psycarpax lies remote from Shore; 308:188,145[A ]| Supine he lies! the silent Waters stand, 308:185,146[A ]| And no$2$ kind Billow wafts the Dead to$4$ Land! 308:288,000[' ]| 308:288,001[A ]| When rosy-fingered Morn had tinged the Clouds, 308:288,002[A ]| Around their Monarch-Mouse the Nation crowds, 308:288,003[A ]| Slow rose the Monarch, heaved his anxious Breast, 308:288,004[A ]| And thus, the Council filled with Rage, addressed. 308:288,005@d | For$4$ lost Psycarpax much my Soul endures, 308:288,006@d | It is mine the private Grief, the public, yours. 308:288,007@d | Three warlike Sons adorned my nuptial Bed, 308:288,008@d | Three Sons, alas, before their Father dead! 308:288,009@d | Our Eldest perished by$4$ the ravening Cat, 308:289,000[' ]| 308:289,010@d | As near my Court the Prince unheedful sat. 308:289,011@d | Our next, an Engine fraught with Danger drew, 308:289,012@d | The Portal gaped, the Bait was hung in$4$ View, 308:289,013@d | Dire Arts assist the Trap, the Fates decoy, 308:289,014@d | And Men unpitying killed my gallant Boy! 308:289,015@d | The last, his Country's Hope, his Parent's Pride, 308:289,016@d | Plunged in$4$ the Lake by$4$ Physignathus, died. 308:289,017@d | Rouse all the War, my Friends! avenge the Deed, 308:289,018@d | And bleed that$6#2$ Monarch, and his Nation bleed. 308:289,019[A ]| His Words in$4$ every Breast inspired Alarms, 308:289,020[A ]| And careful Mars supplied their Host with Arms. 308:289,021[A ]| In$4$ verdant Hulls despoiled of all their Beans, 308:289,022[A ]| The buskined Warriors stalked along the Plains, 308:289,023[A ]| Quills aptly bound, their bracing Corselet made, 308:289,024[A ]| Faced with the Plunder of a Cat they flayed, 308:289,025[A ]| The Lamp's round Boss affords their ample Shield, 308:289,026[A ]| Large Shells of Nuts their covering Helmet yield; 308:289,027[A ]| And over the Region, with reflected Rays, 308:289,028[A ]| Tall Groves of Needles for$4$ their Lances blaze. 308:289,029[A ]| Dreadful in$4$ Arms the marching Mice appear: 308:289,030[A ]| The wondering Frogs perceive the Tumult near, 308:289,031[A ]| Forsake the Waters, thickening form a Ring, 308:289,032[A ]| And ask, and hearken, whence the Noises spring; 308:289,033[A ]| When near the Crowd, disclosed to$4$ public View, 308:289,034[A ]| The valiant Chief Embasichytros drew: 308:289,035[A ]| The sacred Herald's Sceptre graced his Hand, 308:289,036[A ]| And thus his Words expressed his King's Command. 308:289,037@e | Ye Frogs! the Mice with Vengeance fired, advance, 308:289,038@e | And decked in$4$ Armour shake the shining Lance; 308:289,039@e | Their hapless Prince by$4$ Physignathus slain, 308:289,040@e | Extends incumbent on$4$ the watery Plain. 308:289,041@e | Then arm your Host, the doubtful Battle try; 308:289,042@e | Lead forth those Frogs that$6#1$ have the Soul to$9$ die. 308:289,043[A ]| The Chief retires, the Crowd the Challenge hear, 308:289,044[A ]| And proudly-swelling, yet perplexed appear, 308:289,045[A ]| Much they resent, yet much their Monarch blame, 308:289,046[A ]| Who$6#1$ rising, spoke to$9$ clear his tainted Fame. 308:289,047@b | O Friends, I never forced the Mouse to$4$ Death, 308:289,048@b | Nor saw the Gaspings of his latest Breath. 308:289,049@b | He, vain of Youth, our Art of Swimming tried, 308:289,050@b | And venturous, in$4$ the Lake the Wanton died. 308:289,051@b | To$4$ Vengeance now by$4$ false Appearance led, 308:290,000[' ]| 308:290,052@b | They point their Anger at my guiltless Head. 308:290,053@b | But wage the rising War by$4$ deep Device, 308:290,054@b | And turn its Fury on$4$ the crafty Mice. 308:290,055@b | Your King directs the Way; my Thoughts elate 308:290,056@b | With Hopes of Conquest, form Designs of Fate. 308:290,057@b | Where high the Banks their verdant Surface heave, 308:290,058@b | And the steep Sides confine the sleeping Wave, 308:290,059@b | There, near the Margin, and in$4$ Armour bright, 308:290,060@b | Sustain the first impetuous Shocks of Fight: 308:290,061@b | Then where the dancing Feather joins the Crest, 308:290,062@b | Let each brave Frog his obvious Mouse arrest; 308:290,063@b | Each strongly grasping, headlong plunge a Foe, 308:290,064@b | Till countless Circles whirl the Lake below; 308:290,065@b | Down sink the Mice in$4$ yielding Waters drowned; 308:290,066@b | Loud flash the Waters; echoing Shores resound: 308:290,067@b | The Frogs triumphant tread the conquered Plain, 308:290,068@b | And raise their glorious Trophies of the slain. 308:290,069[A ]| He spake no$2$ more, his prudent Scheme imparts 308:290,070[A ]| Redoubling Ardour to$4$ the boldest Hearts. 308:290,071[A ]| Green was the Suit his arming Heroes chose, 308:290,072[A ]| Around their Legs the Greaves of Mallows close, 308:290,073[A ]| Green were the Beets about their Shoulders laid, 308:290,074[A ]| And green the Colewort, which$6#1$ the Target made. 308:290,075[A ]| Formed of the varied Shells the Waters yield, 308:290,076[A ]| Their glossy Helmets glistened over the Field; 308:290,077[A ]| And tapering Sea-Reeds for$4$ the polished Spear, 308:290,078[A ]| With upright Order pierced the ambient Air. 308:290,079[A ]| Thus dressed for$4$ War, they take the appointed Height, 308:290,080[A ]| Poise the long Arms, and urge the promised Fight. 308:290,081[A ]| But now, where Jove's irradiate Spires arise, 308:290,082[A ]| With Stars surrounded in$4$ AEthereal Skies, 308:290,083[A ]| (A Solemn Council called) the brazen Gates 308:290,084[A ]| Unbar; the Gods assume their golden Seats: 308:290,085[A ]| The Sire superior leans, and points to$9$ show 308:290,086[A ]| What wondrous Combats Mortals wage below: 308:290,087[A ]| How strong, how large, the numerous Heroes stride; 308:290,088[A ]| What Length of Lance they shake with warlike Pride: 308:290,089[A ]| What eager Fire, their rapid March reveals; 308:290,090[A ]| So$3$ the fierce Centaurs ravaged over the Dales; 308:290,091[A ]| And so$3$ confirmed, the daring Titans rose, 308:290,092[A ]| Heaped Hills on$4$ Hills, and bid the Gods be Foes. 308:290,093[A ]| This seen, the Power his sacred Visage rears, 308:291,000[' ]| 308:291,094[A ]| He casts a pitying Smile on$4$ worldly Cares, 308:291,095[A ]| And asks what heavenly Guardians take the List, 308:291,096[A ]| Or who$6#2$ the Mice, or who$6#2$ the Frogs assist? 308:291,097[A ]| Then thus to$4$ Pallas. 308:291,097@f | If my Daughter's Mind 308:291,098@f | Have joined the Mice, why stays she still behind? 308:291,099@f | Drawn forth by$4$ savoury Steams they wind their Way, 308:291,100@f | And sure Attendance round thine Altar pay, 308:291,101@f | Where while the Victims gratify their Taste, 308:291,102@f | They sport to$9$ please the Goddess of the Feast. 308:291,103[A ]| Thus spake the Ruler of the spacious Skies, 308:291,104[A ]| When thus, resolved, the Blue-Eyed Maid replies. 308:291,105@g | In$4$ vain, my Father! all their Dangers plead, 308:291,106@g | To$4$ such, thy Pallas never grants her Aid. 308:291,107@g | My flowery Wreaths they petulantly spoil, 308:291,108@g | And rob my crystal Lamps of feeding Oil. 308:291,109@g | (Ills following Ills) but what afflicts me more, 308:291,110@g | My Veil, that$6#2$ idle Race profanely tore. 308:291,111@g | The Web was curious, wrought with Art divine; 308:291,112@g | Relentless Wretches! all the Work was mine. 308:291,113@g | Along the Loom the purple Warp I spread, 308:291,114@g | Cast the light Shoot, and crossed the silver Thread; 308:291,115@g | In$4$ this their Teeth a thousand Breaches tear, 308:291,116@g | The thousand Breaches skilful Hands repair, 308:291,117@g | For$4$ which$6#1$ vile earthly Duns thy Daughter grieve, 308:291,118@g | And Gods, that$6#1$ use no$2$ Coin, have none to$9$ give. 308:291,119@g | And Learning's Goddess never less can owe, 308:291,120@g | Neglected Learning gets no$2$ Wealth below. 308:291,121@g | Nor let the Frogs to$9$ gain my Succour sue, 308:291,122@g | Those clamorous Fools have lost my Favour too. 308:291,123@g | For$3$ late, when all the Conflict ceased at Night, 308:291,124@g | When my stretched Sinews worked with eager Fight, 308:291,125@g | When spent with glorious Toil, I left the Field, 308:291,126@g | And sunk for$4$ Slumber on$4$ my swelling Shield, 308:291,127@g | Lo from the Deep, repelling sweet Repose, 308:291,128@g | With noisy Croakings half the Nation rose: 308:291,129@g | Devoid of Rest, with aching Brows I lay, 308:291,130@g | Till Cocks proclaimed the crimson Dawn of Day. 308:291,131@g | Let all, like$4$ me, from either Host forbear, 308:291,132@g | Nor tempt the flying Furies of the Spear. 308:291,133@g | Let heavenly Blood (or what for$4$ Blood may flow) 308:291,134@g | Adorn the Conquest of a meaner Foe, 308:291,135@g | Who$6#1$, wildly rushing, meet the wondrous Odds, 308:292,000[' ]| 308:292,136@g | Though Gods oppose, and brave the wounded Gods. 308:292,137@g | Over gilded Clouds reclined, the Danger view, 308:292,138@g | And be the Wars of Mortals Scenes for$4$ you. 308:292,139[A ]| So$3$ moved the blue-eyed Queen, her Words persuade, 308:292,140[A ]| Great Jove assented, and the rest obeyed. 308:392,000[' ]| 308:392,001[A ]| Now Front to$4$ Front the marching Armies shine, 308:392,002[A ]| Halt before they meet, and form the lengthening Line, 308:392,003[A ]| The Chiefs conspicuous seen, and heard afar, 308:392,004[A ]| Give the loud Sign to$9$ loose the rushing War; 308:392,005[A ]| Their dreadful Trumpets deep-mouthed Hornets sound, 308:392,006[A ]| The sounded Charge remurmurs over the Ground, 308:392,007[A ]| Even Jove proclaims a Field of Horror nigh, 308:392,008[A ]| And rolls low Thunder through the troubled Sky. 308:392,009[A ]| First to$4$ the Fight the large Hypsiboas flew, 308:392,010[A ]| And brave Lychenor with a Javelin slew. 308:392,011[A ]| The luckless Warrior filled with generous Flame, 308:392,012[A ]| Stood foremost glittering in$4$ the Post of Fame; 308:392,013[A ]| When in$4$ his Liver struck, the Javelin hung; 308:392,014[A ]| The Mouse fell thundering, and the Target rung; 308:392,015[A ]| Prone to$4$ the Ground he sinks his closing Eye, 308:392,016[A ]| And soiled in$4$ Dust his lovely Tresses lie. 308:392,017[A ]| A Spear at Pelion Troglodytes cast, 308:392,018[A ]| The missive Spear within the Bosom past; 308:392,019[A ]| Death's sable Shades the fainting Frog surround, 308:392,020[A ]| And Life's red Tide runs ebbing from the Wound. 308:392,021[A ]| Embasichytros felt Seutlaeus' Dart 308:392,022[A ]| Transfix, and quiver in$4$ his panting Heart; 308:392,023[A ]| But great Artophagus avenged the slain, 308:392,024[A ]| And big Seutlaeus tumbling loads the Plain, 308:392,025[A ]| And Polyphonus dies, a Frog renowned, 308:392,026[A ]| For$4$ boastful Speech and Turbulence of Sound; 308:392,027[A ]| Deep through the Belly pierced, supine he lay, 308:392,028[A ]| And breathed his Soul against the Face of Day. 308:392,029[A ]| The strong Lymnocharis, who$6#1$ viewed with Ire, 308:392,030[A ]| A Victor triumph, and a Friend expire; 308:392,031[A ]| And fiercely flung where Troglodytes fought, 308:392,032[A ]| With heaving Arms a rocky Fragment caught, 308:392,033[A ]| A Warrior versed in$4$ Arts, of sure Retreat, 308:393,000[' ]| 308:393,034[A ]| Yet Arts in$4$ vain elude impending Fate; 308:393,035[A ]| Full on$4$ his sinewy Neck the Fragment fell, 308:393,036[A ]| And over his Eye-lids Clouds eternal dwell. 308:393,037[A ]| Lychenor (second of the glorious Name) 308:393,038[A ]| Striding advanced, and took no$2$ wandering Aim; 308:393,039[A ]| Through all the Frog the shining Javelin flies, 308:393,040[A ]| And near the vanquished Mouse the Victor dies; 308:393,041[A ]| The dreadful Stroke Crambophagus affrights, 308:393,042[A ]| Long bred to$4$ Banquets, less inured to$4$ Fights, 308:393,043[A ]| Heedless he runs, and stumbles over the Steep, 308:393,044[A ]| And wildly floundering flashes up$4$ the Deep; 308:393,045[A ]| Lychenor following with a downward Blow 308:393,046[A ]| Reached in$4$ the Lake his unrecovered Foe; 308:393,047[A ]| Gasping he rolls, a purple Stream of Blood 308:393,048[A ]| Distains the Surface of the Silver Flood; 308:393,049[A ]| Through the wide Wound the rushing Entrails throng, 308:393,050[A ]| And slow the breathless Carcass floats along. 308:393,051[A ]| Lymnisius good Tyroglyphus assails, 308:393,052[A ]| Prince of the Mice that$6#1$ haunt the flowery Vales, 308:393,053[A ]| Lost to$4$ the milky Fares and rural Seat, 308:393,054[A ]| He came to$9$ perish on$4$ the Bank of Fate. 308:393,055[A ]| The dread Pternoglyphus demands the Fight, 308:393,056[A ]| Which$6#1$ tender Calaminthius shuns by$4$ Flight, 308:393,057[A ]| Drops the green Target, springing quits the Foe, 308:393,058[A ]| Glides through the Lake, and safely dives below. 308:393,059[A ]| The dire Pternophagus divides his Way 308:393,060[A ]| Through breaking Ranks, and leads the dreadful Day. 308:393,061[A ]| No$2$ nibbling Prince excelled in$4$ Fierceness more, 308:393,062[A ]| His Parents fed him on$4$ the savage Boar; 308:393,063[A ]| But where his Lance the Field with Blood imbrued, 308:393,064[A ]| Swift as he moved Hydrocharis pursued, 308:393,065[A ]| Till fallen in$4$ Death he lies, a shattering Stone 308:393,066[A ]| Sounds on$4$ the Neck, and crushes all the Bone, 308:393,067[A ]| His Blood pollutes the Verdure of the Plain, 308:393,068[A ]| And from his Nostrils bursts the gushing Brain. 308:393,069[A ]| Lycopinax with Borbocaetes fights 308:393,070[A ]| A blameless Frog, whom humbler Life delights; 308:393,071[A ]| The fatal Javelin unrelenting flies, 308:393,072[A ]| And Darkness seals the gentle Croaker's Eyes. 308:393,073[A ]| Incensed Prassophagus with sprightly Bound, 308:393,074[A ]| Bears Cnissiodortes off the rising Ground, 308:393,075[A ]| Then drags him over the Lake deprived of Breath, 308:393,076[A ]| And downward plunging, sinks his Soul to$4$ Death. 308:394,000[' ]| 308:394,077[A ]| But now the great Psycarpax shines afar, 308:394,078[A ]| (Scarce he so$5#1$ great whose Loss provoked the War) 308:394,079[A ]| Swift to$4$ revenge his fatal Javelin fled, 308:394,080[A ]| And through the Liver struck Pelusius dead; 308:394,081[A ]| His freckled Corps before the Victor fell, 308:394,082[A ]| His Soul indignant sought the Shades of Hell. 308:394,083[A ]| This saw Pelobates, and from the Flood 308:394,084[A ]| Lifts with both Hands a monstrous Mass of Mud, 308:394,085[A ]| The Cloud obscene over all the Warrior flies, 308:394,086[A ]| Dishonours his brown Face, and blots his Eyes. 308:394,087[A ]| Enraged, and wildly sputtering, from the Shore 308:394,088[A ]| A Stone immense of Size the Warrior bore, 308:394,089[A ]| A Load for$4$ labouring Earth, whose Bulk to$9$ raise, 308:394,090[A ]| Asks ten degenerate Mice of modern Days. 308:394,091[A ]| Full to$4$ the Leg arrives the crushing Wound, 308:394,092[A ]| The Frog supportless, writhes upon$4$ the Ground. 308:394,093[A ]| Thus flushed, the Victor wars with matchless Force, 308:394,094[A ]| Till loud Craugasides arrests his Course, 308:394,095[A ]| Hoarse-croaking Threats precede, with fatal Speed 308:394,096[A ]| Deep through the Belly runs the pointed Reed, 308:394,097[A ]| Then strongly tugged, returned imbrued with Gore, 308:394,098[A ]| And on$4$ the Pile his reeking Entrails bore. 308:394,099[A ]| The lame Sitophagus oppressed with Pain, 308:394,100[A ]| Creeps from the desperate Dangers of the Plain; 308:394,101[A ]| And where the Ditches rising Weeds supply, 308:394,102[A ]| To$9$ spread their lowly Shades beneath the Sky, 308:394,103[A ]| There lurks the silent Mouse relieved of Heat, 308:394,104[A ]| And safe embowered, avoids the Chance of Fate. 308:394,105[A ]| But here Troxartes, Physignathus there, 308:394,106[A ]| Whirl the dire Furies of the pointed Spear: 308:394,107[A ]| Then where the Foot around its Ankle plies, 308:394,108[A ]| Troxartes wounds, and Physignathus flies, 308:394,109[A ]| Halts to$4$ the Pool, a safe Retreat to$9$ find, 308:394,110[A ]| And trails a dangling Length of Leg behind. 308:394,111[A ]| The Mouse still urges, still the Frog retires, 308:394,112[A ]| And half in$4$ Anguish of the Flight expires; 308:394,113[A ]| Then pious Ardour young Prassaeus brings, 308:394,114[A ]| Between the Fortunes of contending Kings: 308:394,115[A ]| Lank, harmless Frog! with Forces hardly grown, 308:394,116[A ]| He darts the Reed in$4$ Combats not his own, 308:394,117[A ]| Which$6#1$ faintly tinkling on$4$ Troxartes' Shield, 308:394,118[A ]| Hangs at the Point, and drops upon$4$ the Field. 308:394,119[A ]| Now nobly towering over the rest appears 308:395,000[' ]| 308:395,120[A ]| A gallant Prince that$6#1$ far transcends his Years, 308:395,121[A ]| Pride of his Sire, and Glory of his House, 308:395,122[A ]| And more a Mars in$4$ Combat than a Mouse: 308:395,123[A ]| His Action bold, robust his ample Frame, 308:395,124[A ]| And Meridarpax his resounding Name. 308:395,125[A ]| The Warrior singled from the fighting Crowd, 308:395,126[A ]| Boasts the dire Honours of his Arms aloud; 308:395,127[A ]| Then strutting near the Lake, with Looks elate, 308:395,128[A ]| Threats all its Nations with approaching Fate. 308:395,129[A ]| And such his Strength, the Silver Lakes around, 308:395,130[A ]| Might roll their Waters over unpeopled Ground. 308:395,131[A ]| But powerful Jove who$6#1$ shows no$2$ less his Grace 308:395,132[A ]| To$4$ Frogs that$6#1$ perish, than to$4$ human Race, 308:395,133[A ]| Felt soft Compassion rising in$4$ his Soul, 308:395,134[A ]| And shook his sacred Head, that$6#1$ shook the Pole. 308:395,135[A ]| Then thus to$4$ all the gazing Powers began, 308:395,136[A ]| The Sire of Gods, and Frogs, and Mouse, and Man. 308:395,137[A ]| What Seas of Blood I view, what Worlds of slain, 308:395,138[A ]| An Iliad rising from a Day's Campaign! 308:395,139[A ]| How fierce his Javelin over the trembling Lakes 308:395,140[A ]| The black-furred Hero Meridarpax shakes! 308:395,141[A ]| Unless some favouring Deity descend, 308:395,142[A ]| Soon will$1$ the Frogs' loquacious Empire end. 308:395,143[A ]| Let dreadful Pallas winged with Pity fly, 308:395,144[A ]| And make her AEgis blaze before his Eye: 308:395,145[A ]| While Mars refulgent on$4$ his rattling Car, 308:395,146[A ]| Arrests his raging Rival of the War. 308:395,147[A ]| He ceased, reclining with attentive Head, 308:395,148[A ]| When thus the glorious God of Combats said. 308:395,149@h | Nor Pallas, Jove! though Pallas take the Field, 308:395,150@h | With all the Terrors of her hissing Shield, 308:395,151@h | Nor Mars himself, though Mars in$4$ Armour bright 308:395,152@h | Ascend his Car, and wheel amidst the Fight; 308:395,153@h | Nor these can drive the desperate Mouse afar, 308:395,154@h | And change the Fortunes of the bleeding War. 308:395,155@h | Let all go forth, all Heaven in$4$ Arms arise, 308:395,156@h | Or launch thy own red Thunder from the Skies. 308:395,157@h | Such ardent Bolts as flew that$6#2$ wondrous Day, 308:395,158@h | When Heaps of Titans mixed with Mountains lay, 308:395,159@h | When all the Giant-Race enormous fell, 308:395,160@h | And huge Enceladus was hurled to$4$ Hell. 308:395,161[A ]| It was thus the Armipotent advised the Gods, 308:395,162[A ]| When from his Throne the Cloud-Compeller nods, 308:396,000[' ]| 308:396,163[A ]| Deep lengthening Thunders run from Pole to$4$ Pole, 308:396,164[A ]| Olympus trembles as the Thunders roll. 308:396,165[A ]| Then swift he whirls the brandished Bolt around, 308:396,166[A ]| And headlong darts it at the distant Ground, 308:396,167[A ]| The Bolt discharged inwrapped with Lightning flies, 308:396,168[A ]| And rends its flaming Passage through the Skies, 308:396,169[A ]| Then Earth's Inhabitants the Nibblers shake, 308:396,170[A ]| And Frogs, the Dwellers in$4$ the Waters, quake. 308:396,171[A ]| Yet still the Mice advance their dread Design, 308:396,172[A ]| And the last Danger threats the croaking Line, 308:396,173[A ]| Till Jove that$6#1$ inly mourned the Loss they bore, 308:396,174[A ]| With strange Assistants filled the frighted Shore. 308:396,175[A ]| Poured from the neighbouring Strand, deformed to$4$ View, 308:396,176[A ]| They march, a sudden unexpected Crew, 308:396,177[A ]| Strong Suits of Armour round their Bodies close, 308:396,178[A ]| Which$6#1$, like$4$ thick Anvils, blunt the force of Blows; 308:396,179[A ]| In$4$ wheeling Marches turned oblique they go, 308:396,180[A ]| With harpy Claws their Limbs divide below, 308:396,181[A ]| Fell Shears the Passage to$4$ their Mouth command, 308:396,182[A ]| From out the Flesh the Bones by$4$ Nature stand, 308:396,183[A ]| Broad spread their Backs, their shining Shoulders rise, 308:396,184[A ]| Unnumbered Joints distort their lengthened Thighs, 308:396,185[A ]| With nervous Cords their Hands are firmly braced, 308:396,186[A ]| Their round black Eye-balls in$4$ their Bosom placed, 308:396,187[A ]| On$4$ eight long Feet the wondrous Warriors tread, 308:396,188[A ]| And either End alike supplies a Head. 308:396,189[A ]| These, mortal Wits to$9$ call the Crabs, agree; 308:396,190[A ]| The Gods have other Names for$4$ Things than we. 308:396,191[A ]| Now where the Jointures from their Loins depend, 308:396,192[A ]| The Heroes' Tails with severing Grasps they rend. 308:396,193[A ]| Here, short of Feet, deprived the Power to$9$ fly, 308:396,194[A ]| There, without Hands upon$4$ the Field they lie. 308:396,195[A ]| Wrenched from their Holds, and scattered all around, 308:396,196[A ]| The bended Lances heap the cumbered Ground. 308:396,197[A ]| Helpless Amazement, Fear pursuing Fear, 308:396,198[A ]| And mad Confusion through their Host appear, 308:396,199[A ]| Over the wild Waste with headlong Flight they go, 308:396,199[A ]| Or creep concealed in$4$ vaulted Holes below. 308:396,201[A ]| But down Olympus to$4$ the Western Seas, 308:396,202[A ]| Far-shooting Phoebus drove with fainter Rays, 308:396,203[A ]| And a whole War (so$3$ Jove ordained) begun, 308:396,204[A ]| Was fought, and ceased, in$4$ one revolving Sun.