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Now th’ airy space the Cyllenéan span’d, descending earth with feath’ery feet to tread; his hand was armèd with the fatal Wand, which sheds on weary eyne sweet drowsihed; wherewith he called the sad-eyed shadowy band from Hades, and obedient breezes sped:
The wingèd basnet on his head he bore; and thus he sought the Melindanian shore.