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Awaits; This Day of all His Honours gain'd
Despoils Him, if Thy Suocour opportune
Defends not the sad Hour: Permit not Thou
So Brave a Leader with the Vulgar Herd
To bite the Ground unnoted —Swift, and Fierce
As wintry Storm, He flies, to reinforce
The yielding Wing ; in Gallic Blood again
He dews His reeking Sword, and strows the Ground
With headless Ranks; (so Ajax interpos'd
His Sevenfold Shield, and skreen'd Laertes's Son,
For Valour much, and Warlike Wiles Renown'd
When the insulting Trojans urg'd Him sore
With tilted Spears:) Unmanly Dread invades
The French astony'd; straight Their useless Arms
They quit, and in their swift Retreat confide,
Unseemly Yelling; distant Hills return
The hideous Noise. What can They do? Or how
Withstand His Wide-destroying Sword? or where
Find Shelter thus repuls'd? behind with Wrath
Resistless, th'Eager English Champions Press,
Chastising tardy Flight; Before them rowls
His Current swift the Danube, Vast, and Deep
Supream of Rivers; to the frightful Brink,
Urg'd by compulsive Arms, soon as they reacht,