![]() ![]() Here, till the doom of Fate its fall decreed, The empire flourish'd of the pygmy-breed Here Industry perform’d, and Genius plannid, And busy multitudes o’erspread the land. ![]() ![]() Where India reddens to the early dawn, Winds a deep vale from vulgar eye withdrawn : Bosom'd in groves the lowly region lies, And rocky mountains round the border rise. Who has not heard of Colchos' golden fleece, And Argo mann'd with all the flower of Greece ? Of Thebes' fell brethren, Theseus stern of face, And Peleus' son unrival'd in the race, Eneas founder of the Roman line, And William glorious on the banks of Boyne ? Who has not learn'd to weep at Pompey's woes, And over Blackmore's Epic page to doze ? 'Tis I, who dare attempt unusual strains, Of hosts unsung, and unfrequented plains The small shrill trump, and chiefs of little size, And armies rushing down the darken'd skies.
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