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Ovid's Metamorphoses.
Book 15.

Thro' many a Fold he winds his mazy Course,
And gains the Port, and Moles, which break the Ocean's Force.
'Twas here he made a Stand, and having view'd
The pious Train, who his last Steps pursu'd,
Seem'd to dismiss their Zeal with gracious Eyes,
While Gleams of Pleasure in his Aspect rise.
And now the Latian Vessel he ascends:
Beneath the weighty God the Vessel bends:
The Latins on the Strand great Jove appease,
Their Cables loose, and plough the yielding Seas:
The high-rear'd Serpent from the Stern displays
His gorgeous Form, and the blue Deep surveys;
The Ship is wafted on with gentle Gales,
And o'er the calm Ionian smoothly sails;
On the sixth Morn th' Italian Coast they gain,
And touch Lacinia, grac'd with Juno's Fane;
Now fair Calabria to the Sight is lost,
And all the Cities on her fruitful Coast;
They pass at length the rough Sicilian Shore,
The Brutian Soil, rich with metallic Ore,
The famous Isles, where Æolus was King,
And Pæstus blooming with eternal Spring:
Minerva's Cape they leave, and Capreæ's Isle,
Campania, on whose Hills the Vineyards smile,
The City, which Alcides' Spoils adorn,
Naples, for soft Delight and Pleasure born,
Fair Stabiæ, with Cumean Sybil's Seats,
And Baia's tepid Baths, and green Retreats:
Linternum next they reach, where balmy Gums
Distil from mastic Trees, and spread Perfumes:
Caieta, from the Nurse so nam'd, for whom
With pious Care Æneas rais'd a Tomb,
Vulturne, whose Whirlpools suck the numerous Sands,
And Trachas, and Minturnæ's marshy Lands,
And Formiæ' Coast is left, and Circe's Plain,
Which yet remembers her enchanting Reign;

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