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A CHILLES ' warlike son, then from the shore
To his strong vessel, Hector's widow bore;
His infant son torn from the nurse's care,
Grasping the foot he whirls around in air;
Then throwing from the tower's embattled height,
He fell and clos'd his eyes in endless night.
Andromache, great Hector's bride, his spoil
Given by the Greeks, the guerdon of his toil.
But far above the rest of Trojan race
Anchises' warlike son the' Achaians grace:
For to Æneas and his barks they gave
A safe and friendly conduct o'er the wave.
To his strong vessel, Hector's widow bore;
His infant son torn from the nurse's care,
Grasping the foot he whirls around in air;
Then throwing from the tower's embattled height,
He fell and clos'd his eyes in endless night.
Andromache, great Hector's bride, his spoil
Given by the Greeks, the guerdon of his toil.
But far above the rest of Trojan race
Anchises' warlike son the' Achaians grace:
For to Æneas and his barks they gave
A safe and friendly conduct o'er the wave.
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