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III. VERSES TO AMANDA.
If Prometheus, my charmer, complain'd
Of the rigorous justice of Jove,
And to Caucasus ever was chain'd,
When he stole only fire from above;
Of the rigorous justice of Jove,
And to Caucasus ever was chain'd,
When he stole only fire from above;
Shalt thou 'scape the Thunderer's blow,
And thy infinite theft be forgiven,
Who hast plunder'd all nature below,
Who hast stol'n all the beauties of heaven?
And thy infinite theft be forgiven,
Who hast plunder'd all nature below,
Who hast stol'n all the beauties of heaven?
O no, thou no longer shalt stray
From the fetters of punishment free;
Mighty Jove the vast wrong shall repay,
And chain thee for ever—to me.
From the fetters of punishment free;
Mighty Jove the vast wrong shall repay,
And chain thee for ever—to me.
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