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While from the Clouds, instead of Morning-Dews,
Huge Drops of Blood disdain the crimson Ground,
Fatal Presage! that in that dreadful Day
The Great should bleed, imperial Heads lie low!
Huge Drops of Blood disdain the crimson Ground,
Fatal Presage! that in that dreadful Day
The Great should bleed, imperial Heads lie low!
Mean time the Bands of Troy in proud array
Stand to their Arms: and from a rising Ground
Breathe furious War: Here gathering Hosts attend
The tow'ring Hector: there refulgent Bands
Surround Polydamas, Æneas there
Marshals his dauntless Files; nor unemploy'd
Stand Polybus, Agenor great in Arms,
And Acamas, whose Frame the Gods endow'd
With more than mortal Charms: fierce in the Van
Stern Hector shines, and shakes his blazing Shield,
As the fierce Dog-star with malignant Fires
Flames in the front of Heav'n, then lost in Clouds,
Veils his pernicious Beams; from Rank to Rank
Stand to their Arms: and from a rising Ground
Breathe furious War: Here gathering Hosts attend
The tow'ring Hector: there refulgent Bands
Surround Polydamas, Æneas there
Marshals his dauntless Files; nor unemploy'd
Stand Polybus, Agenor great in Arms,
And Acamas, whose Frame the Gods endow'd
With more than mortal Charms: fierce in the Van
Stern Hector shines, and shakes his blazing Shield,
As the fierce Dog-star with malignant Fires
Flames in the front of Heav'n, then lost in Clouds,
Veils his pernicious Beams; from Rank to Rank
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