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    THE

    TWELVE LABOURS

    OF

    HERCULES,

    SON OF

    JUPITER & ALCMENA.

    1

    The Nemæan Lion.

    By Juno’s hate urged on, Alcmena’s Son,

    At sixteen years his noble toils begun.

    Nemæa’s dreadful Lion first he sought,

    The savage slew & to Eurystheus brought,

    From his huge sides his shaggy spoils he tore,

    Around him threw, & e’er in triumph wore.

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    The Lernæan Hydra.

    On Lerna’s pest th’ undaunted Hero rushes,

    With massy club her hundred heads he crushes,

    In vain. One crush’d, two hissing heads arise,

    Till good Iolas to each wound applies

    The burning brand. Dipt in the Hydra’s gall,

    His arrows slightest wound is death to all.

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      The Mænalæan Stag.

      Stag with horns of gold and feet of brass,

      On Mænalus bounds o’er th’unbending grass,

      To Dian sacred, this he’s doom’d to bring,

      Unhurt into the presence of the King,

      Forbid to wound, how take a Stag so fleet?

      A twelvemonth’s end scarce saw the task complete.

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        The Erymanthian Boar.

        To Erymanthus next his course is bent,

        To seize the Boar by incensed Dian sent,

        The fell destroyer bound he o’er him flings,

        And unto scared Eurystheus quickly brings,

        The trembling Tyrant shrinks aghast with dread,

        And in his brazen Vessel hides his coward head.

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          The Stables of Augeas.

          To cleanse the Augean Stables now he’s sped,

          Where thirty years three thousand Oxen fed;

          The task for man too great. A river’s course

          He turn’d, & thro’ the stables urged its force,

          The tide resistless rolls, and in one day

          The gather’d filth of years is swept away.

    • Infamousblt [any]@hexbear.net
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      Wait that’s not a myth. The myth is that this post belongs in badposting. Wait now this isn’t the myth. Wait fuck oh shit oooaaaaaaauhhh