With expert huntsmen was encompassed round;
The inclosure narrowed; the sagacious power
Of hounds and death drew nearer every hour.
'Tis true, the younger lion[141] 'scaped the snare,
But all your priestly calves lay struggling there,
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As sacrifices on their altars laid;[142] }
While you, their careful mother, wisely fled, }
Not trusting destiny to save your head. }
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