Like a gay dream, are vanish'd into air.

Proudly elate, and flush'd with easy triumph

O'er vulgar warriors, to the gates of Syracuse

He urg'd the war, till Dionysius' arm

Let slaughter loose, and taught his dastard train

To seek their safety by inglorious flight.

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Alarm this throbbing bosom, you will pardon

A frail and tender sex. Should ruthless war

Roam through our streets, and riot here in blood,

Where shall the lost Euphrasia find a shelter?

In vain she'll kneel, and clasp the sacred altar.

O let me then, in mercy let me seek

The gloomy mansion, where my father dwells;

I die content, if in his arms I perish.

Dio. Thou lovely trembler, hush thy fears to rest.

The Greek recoils; like the impetuous surge

That dashes on the rock, there breaks, and foams,

And backward rolls into the sea again.

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