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All swift of flight,
Within my quiver, sounding right
To every skillful ear: 175
But, of the multitude, not one
Discerns the mystery unexplain'd.
He transcendent does appear
In knowledge, from nature who gain'd
His store: but the dull-letter'd croud, 180
In censure vehement, in nonsense loud,
Clamour idly, wanting skill,
Like crows, in vain, provoking still
Within my quiver, sounding right
To every skillful ear: 175
But, of the multitude, not one
Discerns the mystery unexplain'd.
He transcendent does appear
In knowledge, from nature who gain'd
His store: but the dull-letter'd croud, 180
In censure vehement, in nonsense loud,
Clamour idly, wanting skill,
Like crows, in vain, provoking still
ANTISTROPHE V.Measures 16.
The celestial bird of Jove:
But, to the mark address thy bow, nor rove, 185
My soul: and whom do I
Single out with fond desire,
At him to let illustrious arrows fly?
My fix'd intent,
My aim, on Agrigentum bent, 190
A solemn oath I plight,
Sincere as honest minds require,
That through an hundred circling years,
With recorded worthies bright,
No rivalling city apppears 195
But, to the mark address thy bow, nor rove, 185
My soul: and whom do I
Single out with fond desire,
At him to let illustrious arrows fly?
My fix'd intent,
My aim, on Agrigentum bent, 190
A solemn oath I plight,
Sincere as honest minds require,
That through an hundred circling years,
With recorded worthies bright,
No rivalling city apppears 195
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