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For not by nature was this man dowered

With Orion’s giant height;

Mean was he to outward showing,

But with iron-heavy might

In the grapple his foe he overpowered.

So of old for Antaius’ o’erthrowing

To his dwelling in Libya’s corn-land came a man low-statured, a hero who bore

A spirit unflinching in conflict-strain,

A scion of Thebes whose wrestling-grip should for ever stay him from roofing o’er

With the skulls of strangers Poseidon’s fane,