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Still Agamemnon rushing o'er the Field
Leads his bold Bands: Whole Hosts before him fly,
Now Ilus' Tomb they pass, now urge their way
Close by the Fig-tree Shade: With Shouts the King
Pursues the Foe incessant, Dust and Blood,
Blood mixed with Dust, distains his murd'rous Hands.
Leads his bold Bands: Whole Hosts before him fly,
Now Ilus' Tomb they pass, now urge their way
Close by the Fig-tree Shade: With Shouts the King
Pursues the Foe incessant, Dust and Blood,
Blood mixed with Dust, distains his murd'rous Hands.
As when a Lion in the Gloom of Night
Invades an Herd of Beaves, o'er all the Plains
Trembling they scatter; furious on the Prey
The generous Savage flies, and with fierce joy
Seizes the last: His hungry foaming Jaws
Churn the black Blood, and rend the panting Prey.
Thus fled the Foe, Atrides thus pursu'd,
And still the hindmost slew: they from their Cars
Fell headlong, for his Javelin, wild for Blood
Rag'd terribly; and now proud Troy had fal'n,
Invades an Herd of Beaves, o'er all the Plains
Trembling they scatter; furious on the Prey
The generous Savage flies, and with fierce joy
Seizes the last: His hungry foaming Jaws
Churn the black Blood, and rend the panting Prey.
Thus fled the Foe, Atrides thus pursu'd,
And still the hindmost slew: they from their Cars
Fell headlong, for his Javelin, wild for Blood
Rag'd terribly; and now proud Troy had fal'n,
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