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| NOW Time’s Andromeda on this rock rude, | |
| With not her either beauty’s equal or | |
| Her injury’s, looks off by both horns of shore, | |
| Her flower, her piece of being, doomed dragon’s food. | |
| Time past she has been attempted and pursued | 5 |
| By many blows and banes; but now hears roar | |
| A wilder beast from West than all were, more | |
| Rife in her wrongs, more lawless, and more lewd. | |
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| Her Perseus linger and leave her tó her extremes?— | |
| Pillowy air he treads a time and hangs | 10 |
| His thoughts on her, forsaken that she seems, | |
| All while her patience, morselled into pangs, | |
| Mounts; then to alight disarming, no one dreams, | |
| With Gorgon’s gear and barebill, thongs and fangs. | |
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| See Notes. |
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