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| | The Metamorphoses of Ovid: BOOK THE TWELFTH |
 | | Grineus was near; and cast a furious look On the side-altar, cens'd with sacred smoke, And bright with flaming fires; The Gods, he cry'd, Have with their holy trade our hands supply'd: Why use we not their gifts? |
 | | Then from the floor An altar stone he heav'd, with all the load it bore: Altar, and altar's freight together slew, Where thickest throng'd the Lapythaean crew: And, at once, Broteas and Oryus flew. |
 | | Oryus' mother, Mycale, was known Down from her sphere to draw the lab'ring moon. |
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