And from their impious rage a second war began.
But mad confusions in the city rise ;
*Tis tumult all ; for all at onre advise.
These arm, and fly to guard the walls ; and those.
More loud, demand admission for the foes.
Some, to renew the peace, with chmours bring
£v*n to the gates the helpless hoary king.
So wh«n the swain invades, with stifling smoke.
The bees rlose-clusterM in a cavemM rock.
They ri't/^ ; and, trembling for th* endanger'd state,
faflam^d witb wrath, witU fell ravenge and bate,
This way, and that, in loud tamtiltaOQi swtnns^ >
Fly o*er their waxen town with boane alftrms. ^
Tb^ steams oflfensive roll the cells around ;
Their suUan murmurs through the rock resound |
While thick'hing, thro^ the cleft the smokes arise.
And in a length of vapours mount the skies.
But to complete and aggravate their fears,
A new mischance involved the town in tears.
For, when the wretched queen beheld on high
0*er the proud domes the fiery tempest fly ;
The ramparts storm'd ; th' exulting Trojans nea? ;
Nor Tumus' troops before the town appear ;
Many a long look she cast, but cast in vain ;
And in her fears concludes the hero slain ;
She raves against the gods in wild despair ;
She calls herself the authVess of the war :
A thousand plaints she vented o'er and o'er.
And in her rage her purple garments tore.
Then, on a lofty beam, the matron ty'd
T*he noose dishonest, and obscenely dy'd.
Soon through the court the dreadful rumour nui|
With frantic sorrow rave the female tram.
Struck with superior grief, Lavinia tears
Her blooming rosy cheeks, and golden hairs.
To their loud shrieks the palace walls reply ;
Thence through the town the fatal tidings fly.
All feet the stroke ; and all the loss lament ;
His royal robes the rev'rend monarch rent.
In wild despair, with furious hands he spread
A cloud of dust o'er all his hoary head ;
And weeps and mourns ;Uoud (a moving scene !)
His niinM empire, and sclf-murder*d queen.
Oft, but in vain, he blam'd himself alone,
That rashly he refus'd the Trojan for his son.
But now more slow his progress Tumus held.
And chas'd a few poor stragglers o'er the field.
With heartless chear, dejected, he proceeds ;
And with their master flag the fiery steeds.
He hears the tumult in the walls behind, [wind.
Shrieks, cries, and shouts, that thicken in the
" Alas !" he cries, " what clamours strike my ear !
What sounds distressful from the towu I hear !'*
Then to the hero, as the steeds he stay'd.
Thus in the driver's form the sister said ;
" This way, my lord, your former course pursue.
And urge your conquest o'er the hostile crew.
Your friends defend the town; th' Italians there
Wage with the Dardan chief an equal war.
Against his Trojans let us bend our way,
As num'rous, valiant, and renown'd, as they."
" Sister," the chief replies, " whom well I knew
(Though in a mortal form conceal'd from view)
When you dissolv'd the league, by art with-held
The single fight, and niin.cled in the field,
say ! whatpow'r dispatch'd thee from the skies.
With this sad scene toihdck thy mournful eyes ?
To share the labours of the dire debate,
.•V weeping witness of thy brother's fate ?
That brother soon must perish on the plains !
For «li ! what chance, what beam of hope remains ?
1 saw my dear Murranus yield his breath,
Who caird on Tumus in the pangs of death ;
Kv'n yet I see the warrior bite llie ground,
And the soul rushing through the mighty wound ?
I saw, where, strotohM in dust, brave ITens lay,
Nor liv'd this scene of ruin to survey.
But shut out bondage from his closing eyes ;
His corse and arms remain the victor's prize.
And shall 1 see the city wrapt in flame ?
WUut else was wanting to complete my shame ?
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How will the Latians hootibeir hero's flight !
Gods ! — bow will Drances point them to the sight }
But oh l - «hall Latium see her hero fly ?—
I? it 80 terrible but once to die ? —
Hear me. ob hear me, all ye gods below I
Since ev*ry power delestial is my fbe ;
Lo ! I descend to your infernal coast,
From realms of lighti a great and glorious ghost,
"White, and untuTlyM with that dire disgrace,
Kor 'stain the splendours of my regal race !"
While yet he spoke, athwart the war with speed
Flew bleeding Sages on his foaming steed.
Full in his face a feathered aitorf stood ;
And to the Daunian chief he c^lls aloud.
•* Tornps, on you, our last, last hope depends j
Oh ' haste in pity, and relieve yottr friends :
For, raging, to the town .£neas ponVt»
To level with the dust the liitian tow^
See ! oVr the rt>oft the fires tempestnoos rife !
Hark ! — how they roar, and thunder in the tkies !
AW eyes are ftxt on you, artd you alone :
The king himself stands doubtful which to own.
You, or your Trojan rival, fcr his son.
Yet worse^-his queen, till now your chief support,
Self-murder*d, fills with terrour all the court
Messapiis only with Atinas stands,
To guard the gates and animate the bands ;
* Whom in wedgM ranks the hostile troops enclose,
And round them thick an iron harvest grows ;
White you, for whom they fight, neglect the train.
And idly wheel your chariot round the plain !**
A thousand various thoughts confound the
He stood ; he gaz'd ; his bosom sweird with grief;
Pride, conscious valour, fury, love, and shame,
At once s>et all the hero in a flame.
Soon as bis soul recovered from the stroke ;
Soon as, dispersed, the cloud of passion broke j
Back from his car, the ruin to behold.
His eager eyes the mournful warrior rollM,
Where the fierce fires in burning torrents rise
0*er the tall roofs j and, curiing to the skies,
Had wrapt a towV in flames, sublime and strong,
Rais'd by himself, that roU'd on wheels along ;
"Whence the bold soldier broke the war below.
And rainM an iron tempest on the foe.
" Now, sister, fate prevails ; no more delay j
I'll go where rigorous fortune points the way.
Prepared the bitterness of death to bear,
Yli meet this Trojan hand to hand in war.
JJo more those eyes shall view tby brother's
PursuM, and flying o*er the field of fame ;
Give, give me, goddess, in this martial fire.
This high-wrought blaze of fur^ to expire.*'
He said ; and sudden, with an eager bound,
J>ap'd from the trembling chariot to the ground ;
Leaves his lamenting sister, in despair ;
Springs thro' a storm of darts, the prince to dare ;
And bursts impetuous through the ranks of war.
As when by age, pr rains, or tempests, torn,
A rock from some high precipice is borne ;
Trees, herds, and swains, involving in the sweep.
The mass flies furious from th' aerial steep ;
Leaps down the mountain's side, wiih many a
In fiery whirls, and smokes along the ground ;
So to the city, through the cleaving train.
Thro' streams of blood, that drcnch'd the purpled
While roaod.his head the whtstTiBg jan^liupli^
As swift, the ragmg hero breaks his way.
Then from afu-, be beckont with hb band.
And loudly thus bespoke bis social band:
"Tome, yeLatians, the whole war resign.
All, all the fbrtune of the field it min«»
Ti» just, je warriors, that your chief alone
Assert the compact, or iu breach atone.
I olium, I claim the right, in single fray.
To meet nty rival, and d#cide the day."
Back at the word the squadrons are compeird,
And for the champions form aa open field.
Now the great Trojan chief, at Tunns' nsme.
Fierce from the town in all hki terronts cane i
Leaves ev'ry second work of wair behind ;
Joy, pride, and couragp, raise his daring mmA»
All flush'd with hopes, and glorjrkig in hkinisiit,
Tbe godlike prince moves forward to the fight :
He bums impatient fi)r the dhre alarms ;
And thunders in the bright Vulcanian arms.
With vast gigantic striates, he towVs on high.
And looks a second Athos in the sky ;
Or Eryx, that in Heav'n his forehead shroods^
Or Mier Apennine invoW'd in clouds.
When vttii a depth of snows hit brows aM erown'd.
And all his nodding groves, majestic, wave arooai.
Meantim« On ^warriors, who deksoA tbe town,
Or with huge engioas break the bulwarks down.
And all the nations, itodionS of the sight.
Their arms unbuckled, to survey <he fight, [plun.
EVn Death stands still ; ani, o^ 4he etovdd
Through tbe long ranks, a solemn ril— Bs wigsi.
Nor less amaz'd, the Latian lord beheld
Two obiefs eogag'd in combat on the fields
By love, fate, honour, and ambitioo, led
To try their title to his daughter's bed.
Soon as each army from Uie field withdrew,
Fierce, to the fight, the mighty heroes flew.
They lanch their spears; their claslung sbieUi
Beneath thehr fury groans the trembOng grovni
Then their bright swords the raging cbaDpisBS
And with repeated blows the charge renew, [drev,
Courage, and chance, and strength, inbothmnte;
And the bold chiefe maintain an equal fight
As, where proud Sila's tow'ring summits lise^
Or huge Tabumus heaves into the skies.
With frowning fronts two mighty bulb ei^age;
A dreadful war the bellowing rivals wage;
Far from the scene the trembling keepers fly;
Struck dumb with terrour, stand the heifers bj;
Nor know which lord U^e subject herds shall lesd,
And reign at large the monarch of the mead.
Pierce strokes they aim, repeated o*er and o'er;
Thehr dewlaps, necks, and sides, are bath*d in fOfi
The mountains, streams, and woods rebeOow tote
So to the fight the furious heroes fly, [roir.
So clash their shields, and echo to tlie Ay»
Now Jove suspends his sbUes ; two diiPrest
He cast in both, and try'd the warriors' hJt»
This, light with conquest, to the gods ssoodi;
That, charg'd with death, sinks dovnwanb to Ua
With his dra^vn falchion Tunrjis strikes tbe fee
On his full stretchy and rises to the blow.
J/>ud shouts and g^roans succeed ; each armj best
Their eager eyes, and wait the great event ;
When Id ! all shattered flies the traitor sword,
And in the stroke deserts \h^ Dfrnaian lori
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A Unigtr hah ha ijMCt, and shakes in vaia:
AUf all his hopes in flight alone lemam ;
And, swifter than the wind, he darts along the
7or when the chief first vaolted on the car
With headlong haste, and rushed into the wmr.
He left his iiiither»s teinper*d sword, 'tis said,
And seisM his chariotaar Metisbas* blade ;
Aai, ««*ft witii this, the growing slaaghter spread,
^iWdlf ftpw liis mgaahatasaihHi^ I^p^iaaa Aad*
Bat wlm tlie nortal sleet maamk»beBMMr>d
On heavenly arms, the labour of a god t
The fiilchion, fiuthlau lo the warrior's hand*
Broke shortr-the fragments glitter'd on the sand.
Cer the wide field distracted Tkimns springs,
And flies with wild afiHght in maay rings :
For here he riews th* embattled Tktgan pow^g| |
Here a vast lake; and there the Latian tow*fi^
But still hb foe, thoogh tardy from his wound,
Treads all his steps, nnrav'ling ev*ry #ound.
As the fleet stag, by the stanch honnd pursued,
Now bounda above the banks, now shoots along the
Kow from the meshy toils with terroar springs,
Scar'd by the pinmas, that dance upon the strings :
He starts, he pants, he stares with wild amaze.
And flies his opening Ibe a thoosand wajrs*
Close at his heels, the deep-mooth'd funoos hound
Ttems, as be tnms, and traces all the ground.
On his fidl stretch he makes his eager wiqr>
Aiud holds, or thinks he holds, the trembUng prey.
Forth darts the stag— his foe, cast fiur behii»d.
Catches but empty air, and bites the wind.
The hunters shout; the streams, the rocks, reply;
And the tumultuous peals run rattling roiuid the
Thus, flying in distress, the Danniaa lord [sky.
Calls on his friends; demands his trusty sword.
Qot the great Trojan, witii a lofty cry,
Forbids the bands the weapon to supply;
DoMMincing death, and threat^oing all around^
7*h' imperial town to level with the ground.
0*er ten large eireuits, with a rapid pace,
This.hero laids, and that purui^ the chase.
Ko light reward must crown their eager strife ;
The longi^onteDdiag prize is Tumns* noble life !
To Faunas sacred bad an oTive stood s
The shipwreck'd sailors, on the hallowed wood.
Hung their devoted vests in honour of the god.
But late, to leave the field for combat free.
The Trojans fell'd the venerable tree«
Full in the root, JEaeas drove bis spear :
The dart, deep riveted, stood trembling there x
The hero, struggling with incessant pain,
Now bends to disengage the lance again ;
And with bis dart, at least, o*ertake the foe^
Who, frighted, to the god preferred his vow.
" Thy suppliant's prayV, in pity, Famuis, hear.
And thou, kind mqtber Earth, detain the spear^
Jf still I honoured with a pious hand
Your plant, by guilty Troy with steel profon'd*"
Thns he ; the god attends bis humble strain ;
The Trojan labours at the root in vain :
Thefo as he tugs the lanoe with all his might.
Fierce^ and impatient to renew the fight.
Once more Jutnma to the chief restor'd .
<ki bAve Metiscus' form) his temper'd sword.
This heavenly Venus view'd with high disdain,
Andlfrom the root releas'd the dart again.
Renew'd in might, the tow'ring chieft advanee |
One shook the sword»aad one the Aa»ing l^iioa.
Their hearing bosoms swell with stem 9aifi|^
Pant for the combat, and demand the fight.
Then to his consort, who the war surveyed
Thron'd on a golden ckmd, the thund'rer said |
*' What schemes, my queen, are left, with vai«
Ev'n yet to check the ripe events of fiila?
You know, and own, JEneas aoon mmiAjdm
From Earth, akaa^aaoaidAalbeakies.
hmg aiBee,-ilhaae^ikMiea ia^tbe chief are ow'd,
Aad il e a v *tt -Bsw opens to receive the gpd.
To what fond purpose then this firuitless care }
To linger in the donds, and urge the war ^
Say, was it just, to wake the dire alaima^
To riolate a god with mortal arms.
When the.bold sister to the chief restor'd.
By thy assistance, his patecpal sword ?
(For what without thy succour could she dare ?)
And sent the v&nquish'd Tumus to the war ?
At length, at length, the needless strife give o'er.
At my request, indulge your rage no more ;
Nor let revenge dure enemy to rest.
For ever prey on that immofial breast.
Qh ! let thy lord thy secret sorrow share.
Or, more than share it, give me all thy care !
To thenr last sacred point the fotes are come i
Here, here they fix'd th' unalterable doonv
The Latian court in ruins could you Uy,
And drive the Trcgans o'er the Und and sea;
Protoe with blood the holy bridal rite.
Rekindle war, and urge them to the fight ;
This we ipdulg*d : now give thy efibits o'ar
At our command ; and thwart the fates no more.**
So spoke th' imperial sov'reign of the skies ;
And, in submissive terms, the queea replies :
" Great sire I because thy sacred will I know^
I left my Tumus to his doom below.
Norhadlsat, but at the will of Jove,
Disgnic'd and pensive, in the ck>nds above;
But in the front of fight my foes engag'd.
And, wrapt in flames, thro' all the battle rag'd ;
J bade Jutuma mmgle in the strife,
Nay^ venture mote, to save a bsother's life.
That charge I own ; but not to bend a bow.
Or hurl a single jaVlin at the foe.
This, this, 1 swear, by the black Stygian flood^
The sole dread sanction of thMouBDOftal gods:
Kow back to Heav'n, great fotber, I rniair.
And from this hour renounce the hatenil war*
Butyetlbeg, O aov'reign of tbe sky I
What not the hardest laws of fiste deny ;
For 3rour own Lathmi I nnplore this grace.
This honour for your own m^imtic race;
When by these nuptials both the realms combine^
And iq firm leagues of peace and fiienddiip join ;.
Still may the Latians, still remain the same,
Nor take from Troy their language, garb, or
May the great race of Alban monarchs reign ; .
Kings after kings the regal line sustain ;
And from th' Italian blood may Rome arise, *
In all her pride and glory„ to tba skies.
But may a long oblivion quite destroy.
The last, last/oins, with the name ^ Troy !!*
The goddess spoke ; and, with a smile, repliea .
The sire of men, and monarch of the'skies :
" Can Saturn's other heir, who reigns above,
Th' imperial sister, and the wife, of Jove,
With endless schemes of vengeance break her rest)
Why bums f uch wrath in a ^dlMtial biaasti?
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Cetie, ceate, fltfeogtli, mA tay ynw wger by»
Since widi jrour wMi, my em yr eai , ir« comply.
Th* Aus^nians erer shaU remaiii the same
In c<lMoiD9, garb, religioD, and the name $ fcame
A«d tht lott IVcgaa race forget from whence tbey
In maoners, laws, and language, shall they join,
And Uion iM) tnerette the Latian Ifne.
From hetft« a ptoos godlike race shall rise f
The first of men ; the darlings of the skies.
Kor all the nations of the work) shaU pay
More ffioriotu honoors tt> thy name, than they.**
Tb^, pletf^d and reconcif d, the ^oeen of Jefre
Fiesto her palace, in the realms abov^
Twas theA th> eternal sire of Hecr'n expeflVI
The watery goddets from the fighting field:
Two hideous monflters wait obsequious by,
IVemendous fiends ! the fnries of the sky ;
Uel^bom and horrible, they sprung to Hgfat,
With dire Megsra, from the womb of Night.
Bugt #reath8 of serpents spi^ their temples
Their wings in wfairlwhidt dr6ve the air around^
When bent the minds of mortal men to scare
With the Miack horronrs of the last despair ;
When for the guilty world the god prep ar e s
Woes, d^th, disease, blue pestilence, and wars|
In pomp Cerrifle, fnywn the fiends abhorr*d ;
Before the throne of Heav Vs almighty lord,
To wreA his vengeance, in his courts they stand.
Watch bis imperial nod, and fly at his commaiid.
Of thesd the swiftest Arom the skies he sent.
To fright th« goddess with the dire portent
Ftr*d with her charge, the fiend, with rapid flight,
Shot in a whirlwind fhMtt Olympns* height.
As when the Parthian di^, with fstal art,
And doubly arms, with death-, th' ewvenom'd dart j
He draws the cirding bow ; the ^ir'ring string
Twangs; and the weapon t^hitzes on the wing :
So swift fo Barth the balefit fmy flew.
Till Tumus and the host^ appeared m view.
Whelk lo ! contracted, to the bird ihe turtks.
That hoots o'er desolated piles and urns,
Whose piercing strains the midnight boors invade.
And break the solemn silence of the shade.
Changed to this form obscene, the ftiry flies
Hound Tunms' head, and chills him with surprise ;
f*his way and that she flatters o*er the field.
And screams his death, and beats his sonnding
His himost soul a sudden horrour stung ; [shield.
StiiF rose his hair ; amaaeement chamM his tongue :
But soon, too soon, the goddess knew the sound
Of the bla^k fury as she flies around :
She tore her beauteous face rn wild despair,
BeA her white breast, and rent her golden hair.
** Ah meV* she cries, " in this unequal strife,
How can thy sister now defend thy life ?
Whit can I more to lengthen out thy date,
(Wretch that I am) and stop the course of fkte ?
How can f stand that hideous fiend of night ?
Aence, hen<!e, ye furies !— lo, I quit the fight
Vour threats, ye baleful birds of night, forbear,
Kor fright a trembling goddess to/ despair.
Too well I know your pinions clatt'ring round.—
There wa« a scream ! — Hell, Hell is in the sound !
You tsame (I know) commissionM fh)m above.
Sent by the high command ofhaughty Jove.
This then, is this the sole reward bestowed.
For my lost honour, by the grateful god ?
Atil why this lengttienM life must I endure?
Curs'd with ths frfiiOe* hooourt of fhi dcy !
Condemned to bear hnpoa^d eternity !
Pleased, with my brother would I yield my bm^
And share his fate, unprivil«^d from death.
Joy is no more ; and nothing Jove bestwas
In life immortBl, hot immoirtai*woe8 !
Earth! Earth! thy lumost cewtre open throw.
And rest a goddess in the Shftdes bdow !"
Then in her asnre robes she wrapped her head,
Sigh*d, sobVd, and plnn|r'd into her wat'ry bed;
Her last low murmvrs, as the stream divides.
Work up in aSr, and bubble on the tides.
Now at the foe, thelVqian hero shook
Hb.pointed spear, and sternly thus bespoke:
** What methods, Tomua, $et remain for flrgbtl
Tis strength, not swiftness, must decide the figbL
Try ^jl^y arts anj Tigoinr to escape
Thy iwstant doom, and vary ev'ry shape ;
Wish for the moming*s rapid wings, to fly.
Shoot down to Hell ; or vault mto the sky.''-«
" Not those insulting empty vaunts 1 dread,"
Bepiy'd the moutafSd chief, and shook hb headf
" Non— but the gods with fsar my bosom move.
And he, my greatest foe, almighty Jove \**
The warrior said ; and cast his fiery eyes
Where an huge stone, a rocky fragment, lies;
Black, rough, prodigious, vast! — the co mm tti
For ages past, and barrier of the gioaod. [boesd
Scarce twelve strong nfea the pond'rovB mass oonld
Such as disgrace these dn^degen'rate days, [rstie^
This hi his trembling hand heheav'd to throw.
Ran with the load, and huri'd it at the fba :
But ran all giddy with affright, nor knetr
Which way he took, nor what a weight he fhrevk
His loose knees tremble, nor support their load :
Round his cold heart congeals the aettSaf blood.
Short of the mark, and guiltless of a wound,
Th* unwieldy mass caibe thundering to the grottil.
And, as when slumber seals the ckshsg sight.
The sick wild fisncy labours in the nifbt ;
Some dreadful visionary foe we shun
With airy strides, bat striwe in valuta ran;
In vain our baflSed limbs tbmr pow'n essay |
We famt, we stagger, shik, sod faH away ;
Drai^'d of om^ strength, we ndther fight nor if.
And on the tongue the stroggfing accents 4lie:
The chief so labours, hot with fruitless pain ;
The fiend still thwarts him, and he toils m vahif
Amidst a thousand dovAits, ha stands opprcst,
A thousand terrours workhig in his breast
Kow to the Latian battlements on high.
Now to his friends, he tores bis trembling eye.
Now to the threatening lance, already wi^d to||k
No friendly akl, no g1tmm*ring hopes appear.
No ear, no Steeds, nor goddess charioteer !
With levetrd eye the Trojan mark'd the partf
Then whirls with all his fbrce the whfssittg dart
A stdde disploded, with less fhry far.
Flies from the brasen enginry of war :
And wrapped in flames, for less enraged and Isod^
Bursts the big thunder firom the breaking chnd.
Swift as the whirtwnid sweeps along the skies.
The jarHhi, charg'd with sure destra<^k»n, flies ^
Its rapid progress throttth the sev'nfold shield,
And the thick mail, with matehless fury heM^
Thence, through his thigh, drote deep the gndkv
And bent the hapless warrior to the ground.
With peals of groaaa the pale Rntuliaiis rise:
The |rot«s.gad BVMMaiflS riD| with «o«ittfoi «i«|
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Bis eyM 4nd hAn6* the vanquwfiM bero rear'd.
And to the chief his moving pray'r pr€ferr*d :
** Prince, i deserve, Bor deprecate, my death :
Then, iifle thy fbrtune ; take my forfeit breath !
Yet, if a parent's ifoen thy soul incline.
Think what thy fttther was ; then piiy mine I
Think at thy feet the hoary monarch throim,
GroT'lingy and pleading for an only son !
Then save the son ! in him the fatlier save !
Kor bow his age, with sorrow, to the grave !
Or, oh ? at Iwtft, this mercy I implo^,
My breathless relics to my friends restore.
Tbhie isfhe cpntpiest, lo ! the Latiati bands
Behold their g6n*ral stretch his suppliant hands!
Restrain thy farther veitgeacnce ; I resign
My fbrtnet 6lahtt ; the royal fair is thine.'*
Awhile, the hero, toucb'd with gen'rous xro^,
Bepresa'd bis hand, and gaz*d upon the foe.
His melting wolmds to merey dfm indhi'dy
Still more anid more, the victor's noble mind ;
When, lo ! by chance, the golden belt he spy^d^
The belt of Pallas, glJtf ring at his side;
Which from the dying youth the warrior tore.
And the refulgent prhse in triumph wore.
Hirf eyes, fierce-flaming; o*er the trophy roll.
That wakes the slumb'ring vengeance in his sooL
Theif with loud aKscents, and a drtedful look.
Stem and terrific, to the prince he spoke : [tendf
** Thou I #retch accurs'd ! camt thou to i?race pro*
Clad In the Spoils of ray dear murdered friend }
Qo then, a victim to his spirit^ go ;
'Tis Pall«, Pallas, gives the iktal blow.
Thus is his ghost aton'd."— The hero said ;
And bnryd ha his breast Ihe furkms blade.
With a deep groan the dying warrior fell,
And the majestic sonl disdainftil pliing*d to HellL
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