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>The man for wisdom's various arts renown'd,
>Long exercised in woes, O Muse! resound;
>Who, when his arms had wrought the destined fall
>Of sacred Troy, and razed her heaven-built wall,
>Wandering from clime to clime, observant stray'd,
>Their manners noted, and their states survey'd,
>On stormy seas unnumber'd toils he bore,
>Safe with his friends to gain his natal shore:
>Vain toils! their impious folly dared to prey
>On herds devoted to the god of day;
>The god vindictive doom'd them never more
>(Ah, men unbless'd!) to touch that natal shore.
>Oh, snatch some portion of these acts from fate,
>Celestial Muse! and to our world relate.