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“ ‘Meanwhile my brethren, who the conquest lost, crusht in extremest conquer’d mis’ery pinèd; whom, for more surety, that vain-glorious host of upstart Gods ’neath various Mounts consignèd: And, as Immortals scoff at mortal boast, I, to my sorrows in no wise resignèd, felt Fate, mine awful foe, begin to shape a dreadful vengeance for my daring rape.