A robe obscene was o'er her shoulders thrown,
A dress by fates and furies worn alone. us
She tossed her meagre arms; her better hand'
In waving circles whirled a fun'ral brand:
A serpent from her left was seen to rear
His flaming crest, and lash the yielding air.
But when the fury took her stand on high, too
Where vast Oitheron's top salutes the sky,
A hiss from all the snaky tire went round:
The dreadful signal all the rocks rebound,
And through th' Aobaian cities send the sound.
Ote, with high Parnassus, heard the voice;
Eurotas' banks remurmured to the noise;.
Again Leucothea shook at these alarms,
And pressed Pal