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Title: The Twelve Labours of Hercules, Son of Jupiter & Alcmena
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THE TWELVE LABOURS OF _HERCULES_, SON OF _JUPITER & ALCMENA_.
Published by Didier and Tebbett, at the Juvenile Library of English, French, and Italian Books, and Repository of Instructive Games, No. 75, St. James's Street. 1808. London.
Published by Didier & Tebbett, 75, St. James' Street;
Hercules in his Cradle Strangles two Serpents
The Twelve LABOURS OF HERCULES, _Son of_ JUPITER and ALCMENA.]
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.
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.
A 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.