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He thunders where Liguria's rocks abound, 

 And where the peaked Sloechades are found. 

 Beyond the Rhodanus our legions shone, 

 (I think Amilcon said it was the Rhone,) 

 Beheld the strand where ocean swells his tide, 

 And banks from which blue Britons were descried ; 

 Who, when the water ebbs, (if fame speak true,) 

 Catch fish in plenty left exposed to view." 



" Renew not now my woes," Iolas cried ; 



li But put, Oh Chromis, this discourse aside ; 



For Lycabas alarm sufficient gave, 



When late we paddled on the Lucrine wave. 



In farthest climes he saw the setting sun, 



Beyond the waves and clouds his journey run ; 



Just as from our Cajeta he descends, 



And far beyond the land his circuit ends; 



No noise is heard as down his chariot bends. 



The people's different modes he understood ; 



Their oaken houses and their huts of wood; 



Their cities, places, names, and tribes he knew ; 



The Bellovacians, and Morinoes too, 



And rough Tarbellians ; — words pronounced with pain,- 



How rivers wandered through a breadth of plain ; 



How some new Loire he sailed with covered prow ; — 



But other cares demand attention now. 



Do thou, since love of Chloris warms thy veins, 



Ascend this rock and alternate my strains ; 



Mopsus will hear, and succouring our need, 



Pour forth the music of his slender reed. 



" They said, and I agreed ; without command 

 My sounding pipe I quickly took in hand ; 

 And as by turns the swains their silence broke, 

 I furnished music to the words they spoke ; 

 Nor more delay, his voice blythe Chromis tried, 

 And quick responding Iolaa replied." 



