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A HYMNE TO APOLLO.


Amongst th'Immortalls euer. This spleene spent,
(Still yet left angrie) farre away she went;
From all the Deathlesse; and yet praid to all
Aduanc't her hand, and e're she let it fall
Uv'd, these excitements; Heare me now (O Earth?)
Brode Heauen aboue it; and (beneath your birth)
The Deified Titanoys; that dwell about
Vast Tartarus; from whence sprung all the Rout
Of Men and Deities: Heare me all (I say)
With all your forces; and giue instant way
T'a sonne of mine, without Ioue; who yet may
Nothing inferiour proue, in force to him;
But past him spring as farre, in able lim,
As be past Saturne. This, pronounc't, she strooke
Life-bearing Earth so strongly; that she shooke
Beneath her numb'd hand: which when she beheld;
Her bosome with abundant comforts sweld;
In hope all should, to her desire extend.
From hence, the Yeare that all such proofes giues end;
Grew round; yet all that time, the bed of Ioue
Shee neuer toucht at; neuer was her loue
Enflam'd to sit nere his Dedalian Throne,
As she accustomed; to consult upon
Counsells kept darke, with many a secret skill;
But kept her Vow-frequented Temple still,
Pleas'd with her sacrifice; till now, the Nights
And Daies accomplish't; and the yeares whole rights,
In all her reuolutions, being expir'de;

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