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Of Thetis I sing with her locks of gold-shine, / The daughter of Nereus, lord of the brine, / To Peleus wedded, by Jove's high decree; / I sing her, the Venus so fair of the sea.
Of the spearman tremendous, the Mars of the fight, / Thunderbolt of old Greece, she was quickly made light, / Of Achilles divine, to whom Pyrrha an heir, / The boy Neoptolemus, gladly did bear, / The destroyer of Trojans, of Grecians the shield -- / Thy protection to us, Neoptolemus yield!
Who blessed doth slumber in Pythia's green plain; / To accept this oblation of hymns from us deign, / And each peril drive far from our city benign. -- / Of Thetis I sing with her locks of gold-shine.