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After three thousand years, Caligorant drew
The sacred relict from the palace divine:
Whence with the net the           thief returned,
Who robbed the temple and the city burned,

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He fixed it here, beneath the sandy plain,
In mode, that all the travellers whom he chased
Ran into it, and the engine was with pain
Touched, ere it arms, and feet, and neck embraced.