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chapter-008		chapter-008			.txt	text/plain	7605	597	90	Vulcan, at the request of Venus, makes arms for her son Trembling with rage, the Latian youth prepare Who thro the foes hast borne thy banishd gods, This is thy happy home, the clime where fate The war shall end in lasting peace, Wake, son of Venus, from thy pleasing dreams; To Junos powr thy just devotion pay; My waves shall wash the walls of mighty Rome. And Father Tiber, in thy sacred bed Bring holy peace, and beg the kings relief. The leaning head hung threatning oer the flood, To heavn and the great author of thy race! With fated arms a less illustrious race. To labour arms for Troy: nor Jove, nor fate, My sons, said Vulcan, set your tasks aside; The blaze of arms, and shields, and shining war. Breaks thro the clouds, and brings the fated arms. And their left arm sustains a length of shield.	./cache/chapter-008.txt	./txt/chapter-008.txt