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Apollo from his shrine - 176
Peor and Baalim
The Lybic Hammon shrinks his horn, (mourn.
In vain the Tyrian maids their wounded Thammuz XXIII.
And sullen Moloch fled, 2O5
Nor all the Gods beside,
Longer dare abide, 225 Not Typhon huge ending in snaky twine:
Our babe to show his Godhead true,
Can in his swadling bands controll the damned crew.
XXVI. So when the sun in bed,
Curtain'd with cloudy red, 230 Pillows his chin upon an orient wave,
The flocking shadows pale
Troop to th’ infernal jail,
And the yellow-skirted Fayes 235 Fly after the night-sleeds, leaving their moon-lov'd XXVII. (maze.