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His Conch, that mighty writhèd shell, in hand he bore, and forceful blew with draughty throat; whose harsh canorous voice, at his command, heard ev’ery Ocean, ech’oing far the note:
Now by his summons warned, the god-like band straight for the Palace left their seats, and sought the Deity who reared Dardania’s wall, by Grecian fury doomed anon to fall.