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As now when Bassareus, with derision, smiled,
And grew, dissemblingly, more reconciled,
He clench’d his hands and ’rose a cubit higher
(Red as the elements that raged with fire),
And turned his sweating face towards the sky:
Unheeding the vast crowd’s tumultuous cry,
His lips, with much emotion, seemed to move:
At last he thunder’d out this prayer to Jove,—
“O Sovereign Jove! lord, god of air and earth,—