And placed them where the Athenian squadrons lay.
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When now the rage of hunger was represt,
And the pure lymph had sprinkled every guest,
Sweet lilied unguents brought one blooming slave,
And one from left to right fresh garlands gave;
With Lesbian wine the bowl was quick supplied,
Man vied with man to drain the racy tide;
Then groan'd the second tables laden high,
Where grapes and cool pomegranates please the eye,