Thou who didst make thy vengeful mightTo Niobe and Tityos known,And Peleus' son, when Troy's tall heightWas nigh his own,Victorious else, for thee no peer,Though, strong in his sea-parent's power,He shook with that tremendous spearThe Dardan tower.He, like a pine by axes sped,Or cypress sway'd by angry gust,Fell ruining, and laid his headIn Trojan dust.Not his to lie in covert pentOf the false steed, and sudden fallOn Priam's ill-starr'd merrimentIn bower and hail:His ruthless arm in broad bare dayThe infant from the breast had torn,Nay, given to flame, ah, well a way!The babe unborn: