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From thence the Tide of Fortune left their Shore,
And ebb'd much faster than it flow'd before: 215
Their Courage languish'd, as their Hopes decay'd,
And Pallas, now averse, refus'd her Aid.
Nor did the Goddess doubtfully declare
Her alter'd Mind, and alienated Care:
When first her fatal Image touch'd the Ground, 230
She sternly cast her glaring Eyes around;
That sparkl'd as they rowl'd, and seem'd to threat:
Her Heav'nly Limbs distill'd a briny Sweat.
Thrice from the Ground she leap'd, was seen to wield
Her brandish'd Lance, and shake her horrid Shield. 235
Then Calchas bad our Host for flight prepare,
And hope no Conquest from the tedious War:
Till first they fail'd for Greece; with Pray'rs besought
Her injur'd Pow'r, and better Omens brought.
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Yet, soon expect it on your Shoars again,
With Pallas pleas'd; as Calchas did ordain.
But first, to reconcile the blue-ey'd Maid,
For her stoln Statue, and her Tow'r betray'd;
Warn'd by the Seer, to her offended Name 245
We rais'd, and dedicate this wond'rous Frame:
So lofty, lest through your forbidden Gates
It pass, and intercept our better Fates.
For, once admitted there, our hopes are lost;
And Troy may then a new Palladium boast. 250