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To the Fleet's wide Extremes; Achilles heard,
And Ajax heard the sound; with martial Fires
Now every Bosom burns, Arms, glorious Arms,
Fierce they demand; the noble Orthian Song
Swells every Heart, no coward Thoughts of flight
Rise in their Souls, but Blood they breathe and War.
And Ajax heard the sound; with martial Fires
Now every Bosom burns, Arms, glorious Arms,
Fierce they demand; the noble Orthian Song
Swells every Heart, no coward Thoughts of flight
Rise in their Souls, but Blood they breathe and War.
Now by the [1]Trench profound, the Charioteers
Range their proud Steeds, now Car by Car displays
A direful Front; now o'er the trembling Field
Rushes th' embattled Foot; Noise rends the Skies,
Noise unextinguish'd: e'er the beamy Day
Flam'd in th' aërial Vault, stretch'd in the Van
Stood the bold Infantry: The rushing Cars
Form'd the deep Rear in battailous Array.
Now from his Heav'ns Jove hurls his burning Bolts,
Hoarse muttering Thunders grumble in the Sky,
Range their proud Steeds, now Car by Car displays
A direful Front; now o'er the trembling Field
Rushes th' embattled Foot; Noise rends the Skies,
Noise unextinguish'd: e'er the beamy Day
Flam'd in th' aërial Vault, stretch'd in the Van
Stood the bold Infantry: The rushing Cars
Form'd the deep Rear in battailous Array.
Now from his Heav'ns Jove hurls his burning Bolts,
Hoarse muttering Thunders grumble in the Sky,
While
- ↑ V. 48.
