When with tumultuous shouts the heav'ns rebound,
And all Olympus trembles with the sound.
Or with repeated accents they relate
The fall of Troy, and dwell upon her fate;
[1] Oh sire! oh country, once with glory crown'd;
Oh wretched race of Priam, once renown'd!
Oh Jove! see Ilium smoking on the ground!
They now name Ceres for the golden grain,
Bacchus for wine, and Neptune for the main:
Or from the father's name point out the son;
Or for her people introduce a town:
So when alarm'd her natives dread their fates,
Pale Africk shakes, and trembles thro' her states:
And some, by Achelous' streams alone,
Comprise the floods of all the world in one.
[2] Lo! now they start aside, and change the strain
To fanci'd converse with an absent swain;
To grots and caverns all their cares disclose,
Or tell the solitary rocks their woes;
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