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The Twelve Labours of Hercules, Son of Jupiter & Alcmena
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THE
TWELVE LABOURS
OF
HERCULES,
SON OF
JUPITER & ALCMENA.
LONDON:
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.
Price, Plain 1s. Coloured 1s. 6d.
LONDON.
Published by Didier & Tebbett, 75, St. James' Street;
April 2, 1808.
The Twelve
Labours of Hercules,
Son of
Jupiter and 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.
2
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.
3
The Mænalæan Stag.
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