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Epode I.
Verse, gentle verse from heav'n descending came,Curst by the wicked, hateful to the vain:
Tyrants and slaves profane its sacred name,
Deaf to the tender lay, or vocal strain. . . .
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Imprison'd by the wrath of Jove;
No ease his restless fury knows,
Nor sounds of joy, nor pleasing love.
Where, glitt'ring faintly on the eye,
Sicilian Ætna props the sky
With mountains of eternal snow;
He darts his fiery eyes in vain,
And heaves, and roars, and bites his chain
In impotence of woe.
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