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Thus, wand'ring in my way, without a Guide,
The graceless Helen in the Porch I spy'd 775
Of Vesta's Temple: there the lurk'd alone;
Muffled he sate, and what she cou'd, unknown:
But, by the Flames, that cast their Blaze around,
That common Bane of Greece and Troy, I found.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$For Ilium burnt, she dreads the Trojan Sword; 780
More dreads the Vengeance of her injur'd Lord;
Ev'n by those Gods, who refug'd her, abhorr'd.
Trembling with Rage, the Strumpet I regard;
Resolv'd to give her Guilt the due reward.
Shall she triumphant sail before the Wind, 785
And leave in Flames, unhappy Troy behind?
Shall she, her Kingdom and her Friends review,
In State attended with a Captive Crew;
While unreveng'd the good old Priam falls,
And Grecian Fires consume the Trojan Walls? 790
For this the Phrygian Fields, and Xanthian Flood
Were swell'd with Bodies, and were drunk with Blood?
Tis true a Souldier can small Honour gain:
And boast no Conquest from a Woman slain:
Yet shall the Fact not pass without Applause, 795
Of Vengeance taken in so just a Cause.
The punish'd Crime shall set my Soul at ease:
And murm'ring Manes of my Friends appease.
$\scriptstyle {\left.{\begin{matrix}\ \\\\\ \ \end{matrix}}\right\}\,}$Thus while I rove, a gleam of pleasing Light
Spread o'er the Place, and shining Heav'nly bright, 800
My Mother stood reveal'd before my Sight.