The British Enchanters.
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ODE for DISCORD.
The Furies he unchains,
Bids Æolus unbind
The Northern Wind,
That fetter'd lay in Caves,
And root up Trees, and plough the Plain,
Old Ocean frets and raves,
From their deep Roots the Rocks he tears,
Whole Deluges lets fly,
That dash against the Sky,
And seem to drown the Stars,
Th' assaulted clouds return the Shock,
Blue Lightnings singe the Waves,
And Thunder rends the Rock.
Then Jove usurps his Father's Crown,
Instructing Mortals to aspire;
The Father would destroy the Son;
The Son dethrones the Sire,
The Titans, to regain their Right,
Prepare to try a second Fight,
Briareus arms his hundred Hands,
And marches forth the bold Gigantick Bands.
Pelion upon Offa thrown,
Steep Olympus they invade,
Gods
