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Page 137
Thus when dispersed a routed army runs , Of Asia's troops , and Afric's sable sons , With like confusion different nations fly , Of various habit and of various dye ; The pierced battalions disunited fall , In heaps on heaps ; one fate ...
Thus when dispersed a routed army runs , Of Asia's troops , and Afric's sable sons , With like confusion different nations fly , Of various habit and of various dye ; The pierced battalions disunited fall , In heaps on heaps ; one fate ...
Page 138
Ah cease , rash youth ! desist ere ' tis too late , Fear the just gods , and think of Scylla's fate ! Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will ...
Ah cease , rash youth ! desist ere ' tis too late , Fear the just gods , and think of Scylla's fate ! Changed to a bird , and sent to flit in air , She dearly pays for Nisus ' injured hair ! But when to mischief mortals bend their will ...
Page 309
Surely my heart cried out that it was thou , When first I saw thee ; and thy heart spoke too , I know it : but fate trod those promptings down Under its iron heel ; fate , fate engaged The strife , and hurled me on my father's spear .
Surely my heart cried out that it was thou , When first I saw thee ; and thy heart spoke too , I know it : but fate trod those promptings down Under its iron heel ; fate , fate engaged The strife , and hurled me on my father's spear .
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