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HOMER'S
BATTLE of the Frogs and Mice.
BOOK I.
o fill my rising Song with sacred Fire,
Ye tuneful Nine, ye sweet Celestial Quire!
From Helicon's imbow'ring Height repair,
Attend my Labours, and reward my Pray'r.
5 The dreadful Toils of raging Mars I write,
The Springs of Contest, and the Fields of Fight;
How threatning Mice advanc'd with warlike Grace,
And wag'd dire Combats with the croaking Race.
Not louder Tumults shook Olympus' Tow'rs,
10 When Earth-born Giants dar'd Immortal Pow'rs.
Ye tuneful Nine, ye sweet Celestial Quire!
From Helicon's imbow'ring Height repair,
Attend my Labours, and reward my Pray'r.
5 The dreadful Toils of raging Mars I write,
The Springs of Contest, and the Fields of Fight;
How threatning Mice advanc'd with warlike Grace,
And wag'd dire Combats with the croaking Race.
Not louder Tumults shook Olympus' Tow'rs,
10 When Earth-born Giants dar'd Immortal Pow'rs.
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