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They fought the restless floods that front the Morn now ent’ering Indic Ocean, and descried Sol’s chambers, where the burning God is born; and ev’ery wish was well-nigh satisfied. But now that ill Thyoneus’ soul of scorn, mourning the mighty meeds of power and pride that Lusian valour wendeth dight to win, burns and blasphemes with madding rage insane.