abstract：Andrampartedbywar;infrontandrear,Where'erhestruck,thevictor.NowhisswordBluntedwithgorecongealednomor

And ramparted by war; in front and rear,

Where'er he struck, the victor. Now his sword

Blunted with gore congealed no more could wound,

But brake the stricken limb; while every hand

Flung every quivering dart at him alone;

Nor missed their aim, for rang against his shield

Dart after dart unerring, and his helm

In broken fragments pressed upon his brow;