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thy fatal rage, resign'd; A cruel heart ill suits a manly mind: The gods (the only great, and only wise) Are moved by offerings, vows, and sacrifice; Offending man their high compassion wins, And daily prayers atone for daily sins. Prayers are Jove's daughters, of celestial race, Lame are their feet, and wrinkled is their face; With humble mien, and with dejected eyes, Constant they follow, where injustice flies. Injustice swift, erect, and unconfined, Sweeps the wide eart

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of Dorus, the son of Helen, and is thus connected with a colony said to have been led into Creta by Tentamus, or Tectamus, son of Dorus, who is related either to have crossed over from Thessaly, or to have embarked at Malea after having led his followers by land into Laconia."--Thirlwall, p. 136, seq. 237 Milton has emulated this passage, in describing the couch of our first parents:-- "Underneath the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with rich inlay, 'Broider'd the ground." --"Paradise Lost," iv. 700. 238 --_He lies protected,_ "Forthwith on all sides to his aid was run By angels many and strong, who interpos'd Defence, while others bore him on their shields Back to his chariot, where it stood retir'd From off the files of war; there they him laid, Gnashing for anguish, and despite, and shame." "Paradise Lost," vi. 335, seq. 239 --_The brazen dome._ See the note on Bk. viii. Page 142. 240 --_For, by the gods! who flies._ Observe the bold ellipsis of "he cries," and the transition from the direct to the oblique construction. So in Milton:-- "Thus at their shady lodge arriv'd, both stood, Both turn'd, and under open sky ador'd The God that made both sky, air, earth, and heaven, Which they beheld, the moon's resplendent globe, And starry pole.--Thou also mad'st the night, Maker omnipotent, and thou the day." Milton, "Paradise Lost," Book iv. 241 --_So some tall rock._ "But like a rock unmov'd, a rock that braves The raging tempest, and the rising waves-- Propp'd on himself he stands: his solid sides Wash off the sea-weeds, and the sounding tides." Dryden's Virgil, vii. 809.