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Propertius.
Along the shore Pelides idly rovedWhile regal force detained the maid he loved,
No more could war no more could glory charm,
To plaintive lyres he bent his strenuous arm;
And wooed the tender muse in shady bowers,
While Hector's flames consumed the Doric towers.
The Greeks beheld through many an anxious tear,
Degrading rust corrode the Pelian spear;
And while his arms divine neglected lay,
His bleeding country chid her hero's stay.
He saw unmoved,—nor lent his friendly hand,—
His loved Patroclus gasping on the sand,
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For love prevailed o'er fame and friendship too.
But when the fair was to his arms restored,
Great Hector fell beneath his conquering sword,
Again the Trojans saw his vengeful spear
Their flying ranks confound, and thunder on their rear.
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