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A28298 Prince Arthur an heroick poem in ten books / by Richard Blackmore ... Blackmore, Richard, Sir, d. 1729. 1695 (1695) Wing B3080; ESTC R23258 151,284 320

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Arms regain your own Fear not the Relicks of a Conquer'd Foe Their tott'ring State falls with another Blow Now let no Funeral Honours be deny'd To these brave Men that for their Country dy'd Let us with Sighs and Tears lament their Fate Who fell while striving to support our State Ages to come shall their great Virtue praise Viewing the Tombs that on their Graves you raise And first the Prince to the Pavilion went Whither brave Macor's breathless Corps was sent He lay extended on a Purple Bed With high rais'd Pillows plac'd beneath his Head His Servants standing round their Grief exprest With old Pendarvan sad above the rest Cador to him as to his faithful Friend For wise Instructions did his Son commend His Counsels form'd his Youth and did prepare His Mind for all concerns of Peace and War Now in his Face the deepest Grief appears He beats his Breast and baths it with his Tears He wrings his Hands and in his mournful Rage Tears off the hoary Honours of his Age. Immoderate Grief in lamentable Sounds As Arthur enter'd thro' the Room rebounds The pious Prince with heavy Sorrow prest Burst out in Tears and thus his Grief exprest Inexorable Death at every Heart Without distinction shoots her fatal Dart. Could Beauty Courage Virtue youthful Age Move her Compassion or divert her Rage Brave Youth thou hadst escap'd and liv'd to see Our Triumphs for a Vict'ry due to thee But all thy Charms by stronger Fate o'ercome Could not reverse th' Irrevocable Doom Oh! thy sad Sire what swelling Grief will roll Its stormy Tyde o'er his afflicted Soul Can he the News of Macor's Death survive Or me with whom he trusted him forgive T' allay the smart may the Danmonians tell How bravely Macor fought how Great he fell And how my own with Cador's Grief contends He mourns the best of Sons and I the best of Friends Our Hopes are gone may the Danmonians Cry And what Britannia can thy Loss supply Then to Embalm the Prince he gave Command That he might send him to his Native Land Straight with hot Streams they wash his Body o'er And purge his Skin from Dust and putrid Gore Then in Arabian Spices fragrant Gums Rare Aromatick Oyls and rich Perfumes They lay his Snowy Body which they fold In Bands of Linnen round him often roll'd Then from his Troops a Thousand Youths he chose That might a solemn Equipage compose That might accompany the Funeral State To the unhappy Father's Palace Gate Small Comfort for so great a loss yet due To the sad Sire and all the Prince could shew Forthwith the Britons weave with bending Sprigs Of Willow Trees and tender Oaken Twigs An easie Bier and with soft Rushes spread Sweet Flowers and fragrant Herbs the lofty Bed The Roof on high fresh spreading Branches shade And here sublime the hapless Youth was laid Such on the Ground the fading Rose we see By some rude Blast torn from the Parent Tree The Daffodil so leans his languid Head Newly mown down upon his grassy Bed Tho from the Earth no more Supplies they gain Their splendid Form in part and lovely Hue remain Then a rich Garment glorious to behold Pond'rous with Orient Pearl and stiff with Gold A noble Present from King Odar's Hand Receiv'd when Arthur left the Neustrian Land Upon the Bier his Royal Bounty threw The last Respect that a sad Friend could shew A noble Portion of the wealthy Prey And Spoils gain'd from the Foe on Cars they lay With Arms and Standards that himself had won The Trophies of the Wonders he had done Now the magnificent and pompous Woe Does from the Camp in sad Procession go The lab'ring Axle mourns along the Road And groans beneath th' uncomfortable Load The Horses slowly March and mournful look As they their share of publick Sorrow took Pendarvan follows stooping with his years But more with Grief and delug'd in his Tears Then Macor's Chariot rolls distain'd with Blood On which sublime amidst the War he rode His War-horse Rapa with black Trappings spread And he too seem'd to weep is after led His Arms and polish'd Armour others bear His Golden Spurs his Helmet Shield and Spear Then in long Order the Danmonians mourn'd Their Spears turn'd backwards and their Bucklers turn'd Then Arthur stood and with sad Accent spoke Thus far I mourn the Fate I can't revoke Back I am call'd where Arms and bloody Strife With more sad Objects must renew my Grief Farewel brave Youth farewel till we above Meet in the peaceful Realms of Light and Love He said no more but turn'd and took his way Back to the Camp which lofty Works survey Mean time ten Oratours from Octa sent Arriv'd and waited at the Prince's Tent. Their Embassy a Truce was to obtain To clear the Field and to inter the slain They urg'd that all Hostilities should cease Against the Dead who ought to rest in Peace That all Heroick Conquerors ever gave To those from whom they took their Lives a Grave The Saxons Prayer seem'd just and ten days Truce Prince Arthur granted for this pious Use. To Cador's Court the heavy Tydings came Born swiftly thither on the Wings of Fame Loud Lamentation thro' the Palace went And bitter Cries give their strong Passion vent Officious Fame the dismal News relates And universal Sorrow propagates Pale Faces crossing Arms dejected Eyes O'erflowing Tears and deep despairing Sighs Compose a finish'd Scene of Blackest Woe The Tragick place does all sad Figures show The Men like pallid Ghosts pass silent by Women outrageous in their Sorrow cry Macor is dead our Hopes too with him dy Thro' all the Streets prodigious Numbers flow And pour'd out from the Gates promiscuous go To meet their Hero's Herse with flaming Brands And Pitchy Torches lighted in their Hands Which in long Order shone along the way Disclos'd the Fields and call'd back banish'd Day Soon as they spied the lofty Herse from far Attended with the Pomp of mournful War A lamentable Cry the Valley fills Eccho repeats it louder in the Hills Wild with their Grief distracted with Despair They strike their throbing Breasts tear off their Hair And with their piercing Screams disturb the Air. Both Troops unite Rivals in Love and Grief And the sad Conquest seek with equal Strife As Cador's Love no bounds his Sorrow knew Who from their Arms and Prayers distracted flew Close in his Arms he did the Corps embrace Kiss'd his cold Lips and bath'd with Tears his Face A Scene so tender such a moving Sight Melts all their Hearts and does fresh Grief invite Touch'd with Compassion to th' afflicted King From their exhausted Eyes fresh Torrents spring When the fierce Tempest had its Fury broke With a deep Sigh th' unhappy Monarch spoke Oh my dear Son how mild had been my Doom Hadst thou escap'd I suffer'd in thy Room This Sight kills worse than Death Oh that the Dart Had mist thy Breast and pierc'd thy Father's Heart Oh that to
Potentates Crown'd Saints and Martyrs rang'd in glorious Rows Attend his Chariot and his State compose The dazling Pomp stretches across the Sky From utmost East to West and passing by The Heav'nly Orbs comes on descending flow Into the Airy Region here below O'er all the Sky Heav'n's mighty Army shines And here it halts in deep embartel'd Lines In bright Celestial Armour Clad they stand Their Swords of temper'd Flame drawn in their hand They mark a Camp of spacious Circuit out And cast up Crystal Ramparts round about On some fit Eminence they raise on high Their Lord 's August Pavilion in the Sky His bright sublime Tribunal here they place On which he sits with awful God-like Grace Such Flames of Fire wheeling in Clouds of Smoak Issue from thence as from Mount Sinai broke Array'd with Majesty and cloath'd with Light He Glory darts too fierce for Angels Sight In Hallelujahs they his Greatness sing And the shook Sphears with loud Hosannahs Ring Thus on the Throne the Saviour sits prepar'd To Judge the World to punish and reward And now th' unnumber'd Armies ready stand Grasping revenging Firebrands in their Hand And only wait their Leader's high Command The Signal giv'n a general Shout shall shake The Heav'n's around greater than Armies make Rushing to Battel or was heard in Rome When Conquering Caesar came in Triumph home Their furious Arms devouring Tempests throw On all the guilty trembling VVorld below They pour down mighty fiery Cataracts Flaming Bitumen and Sulphureous Lakes Red showers of fiery Arrows hissing fly And flashing Lightning flames around the Sky Fires from above combin'd with Fires below O'er all the Earth in ruddy Torrents flow Vengeance Divine wasts Nature's burning Store And drowns the Earth in Fire all drown'd in Guilt before The Heat dissolves the Fabrick of the World The broken parts fall down confusedly hurl'd Chaos restor'd does in wild Triumph reign And ruin'd Worlds his hideous Throne sustain Some great Archangel now springs forth on high And with the loudest Trumpet of the Sky Summons th' astonish'd gazing World to come To Judgment and the Universal Doom The dreadful Noise shakes Heav'n's Etherial Mounds And in loud Ecchoes from the Sphears rebounds In Ecchoes terrible and piercing Shrill That the low World with dire Amazement fill The guilty Fiends shreek out at these Alarms That in the Air fly thick in murmuring Swarms Their Prince himself trembles and dares not stay But spreads his broad dun Wings and shoots away They sink confounded to th' Infernal Deep Or into Clefts and hollow Mountains creep They find the fatal Hour's arriv'd at last That shall revenge their bold Rebellions past When to their Torments they shall be Restrain'd And lye beneath on flaming Billows chain'd VVhen Hell no more its Pris'ners shall release And Sin 's black Empire must for ever cease No less the dreadful Sound and awful Sight Confound proud Tyrants and their Guards affright What Horrour now distracts each guilty Soul In their sad Breasts what Storms of Vengeance roll How will they bear this dismal Scene of Wo Where will they stay secure or whither go Terrour Distraction Anguish fierce Despair Drink up their Vitals and their Heart-strings tear Ten Thousand poison'd Darts strike thro' their Reins And wound them with unsufferable Pains The Vulture bred within their Bowels gnaws And Conscience gripes them with her Harpys Claws Such Wounds such Stings such Pangs must now be born Of everlasting Death the sad Forlorn What strange Confusion in their Looks appears What wild Amazement Guilt and deadly Fears What howling Lamentation what dire Cries What doleful Shreeks and Yellings fill the Skies Besides the Trumpet shakes the trembling ground The startled Dead awaken at the Sound The Grave resigns its ancient Spoils and all Death 's Adamantine Prisons burst and fall The Souls that did their forc'd Departure mourn To the same Bodies with swift Flight return VVhose scatter'd Parts God calls together they To their appointed Meeting hast away The crowding Atoms re-unite apace All without tumult know and take their place Th' assembled Bones leap quick into their Frame And the warm Blood renews a brighter Flame The quicken'd Dust feels fresh and youthful Heats While its old Task the beating Heart repeats The Eyes enliven'd with new Vital Light Open admiting whence they had their sight The Veins too twine their bloody Arms around The Limbs and with red leaping Life abound Hard twisted Nerves new brace and faster bind The close knit Joynts no more to be disjoyn'd Strong new-spun Threds Immortal Muscles make That justly fixt their ancient Figure take Brisk Spirits take their upper Seats and dart Thro' their known Channels thence to every part The Men now draw their long forgotten Breath And striving break th' unweildy Chains of Death Victorious Life to every Grave resorts And rifles Death's unhospitable Courts It s Vigour thro' those dark Dominions spread From all their gloomy Mansions frees the Dead Now ripe Conceptions thro' the Earth abound And new sprung Men stand thick on all the ground The Sepulchers are quick and every Tomb Labours with Life and grows a fruitful Womb. But how the Dead are chang'd their Bodies more Unlike each other than their Souls before How monstrous foul the guilty Dead arise Each struck with Horrour from his Neighbour flies How much deform'd they look all stain'd with Sin Black and mis-shap'd without but more within Ugly and Fiend-like from their Graves they Crawl And on the ground like bloated Vermin sprawl And like them too their Bodies have their Birth From putred Damps and Vapours in the Earth So Serpents that entangled lay asleep From out their Beds disturb'd and waken'd creep They hiss and cast their fiery Eyes around And with their loathsom Bellies mark the ground For flight their poisonous Volumes they display And urg'd with Fear and Anguish hast away So this foul Brood are forc'd their Graves to leave And to the Ground their grov'ling Bellies cleave Earthy and Black confin'd so long to Night They dread the Horrours of the chearful Light Amazing change see some of these were they Whose Heads were Crown'd whose Hands did Scepters sway These did rich Purple and fine Linnen wear And every Meal fed on delicious Fare That hideous Thing that for a Covert seeks With hollow Eyes fal'n Jaws and ghastly Cheeks That monstrous Thing was once when kept with Care Proud of its Beauty and look'd wondrous Fair. Set off with all the Ornaments that please The Eye and pamper'd with Luxurious Ease But how the guilty Crowd wreckt with Despair With dismal Cries fill all the Ecchoing Air When they the Trumpet 's dreadful Summons hear And find the Universal Judgment near Back to their Graves the ugly Monsters fly And in those Coverts would for ever ly They call aloud for Death and wish they might Melt to thin Air be drown'd and lost in Night But when Blest Minds their Bodies meet no Pair Can look more Beautiful and charming Fair. The
the Fight To Safety and to Fame the way I 'll show See here it lies across the thickest Foe He said and straight amidst the Troops he flew Osher the first he met the first he slew He pierc'd his Belly thro' the yielding Shield And out his Bowels gush'd upon the Field To aid his Friend constant Eballan flies But wounded by the Briton with him dies Then while Bertham's Offspring stands Poising a pondrous Stone in both his Hands The mighty Fragment of a craggy Rock And aim'd at Macor's Head a deadly Stroke Thro' his pierc'd Side the Javelin made its Way And buried in his bleeding Liver lay Then you brave Youths Egbert and Alopas Both noble Branches of great Horsa's Race Their Age the same the same their youthful Charms Fell in the British Fields by Macor's Arms. This 'twixt the Ribs receiv'd the fatal Dart Where transverse Bounds the Breast and Belly part Lopt from the Shoulder with a fearful Wound T' other 's Right Arm lay quivering on the Ground Now the Danmonians who began to run Seeing the Wonders by their Leader done With Shame and generous Indignation burn And to the War with doubled Rage return Then Macor let his Spear at Redwall fly In his bright Chariot passing swiftly by It pass'd his Shield and went into his Reins A Purple Flood springs from his wounded Veins And mixt with Dust the fervid Wheels detains Projected headlong on the Ground he lay Fetch'd a deep Groan and gasp'd his Life away With like Success his Men no more afraid Of Saxon Arms their thickest Files invade So when dissolv'd by Summer Rays the Snow Do's down the Sides of Alpine Mountains flow Below the several Rills and Currents joyn And different Streams in one great Flood combine Then do's the Deluge rear its foaming Head O'er-flow the Banks and o'er the Meadows spread No lofty Mounds arrest th' insulting Tide But o'er the flowry Vale the Waves triumphant ride So the Danmonian scatter'd Troops unite And with associate Arms revive the Fight Here to restrain Macor's victorious Course Bartha oppos'd a fresh collected Force From his strong Arm his singing Javelin flew And passing thro' his Neck Guitardan slew He hurl'd his Ball of Iron at the Head Of stout Gomallador and struck him dead His Helm in Pieces flew his Bones were crash'd And from his Scull his Blood and Brains were dash'd Macor incens'd advances to the Fight And pray'd to Heav'n to guide his Weapon right Nor did he pray in vain th' unerring Dart Transfixt his Breast and sunk into his Heart Strong Bartha fell the Blood his Armour stains And shivering Death crept cold along his Veins But to revenge so great a Captain 's Fall Lothar aloud does on his Saxons call First Lodoic he slew who stood the Shock Of War before unshaken as a Rock Strong Mandubrace of whom the Britons tell Such mighty Deeds by the brave Saxon fell Beauteous Codunan the Silurians Pride And warlike Hanomer together dy'd Their Leaders brave alike alike enrag'd The Britons and the Saxon close engag'd An obstinate and bloody Fight maintain And Heaps of Dead ly thick upon the Plain Dark Clouds of Dust thro' th' airy Region fly And warlike Noise bounds from the vaulted Sky Helms mixt with Helms and Arms with Arms unite Their bright Reflexion to oppress the Sight Now Man at Man Squadrons at Squadrons rush And Files at Files with Spears protended push Swords clash with Swords Bucklers on Bucklers bray And thro' the Field a horrid Din convey Slaughter and Death in dreadful Pomp appear And Brains and Gore the slippery Field besmear So when two adverse Tides their Waves advance With equal Fury and with equal Chance The foaming Forces doubtful Fight maintain Where both by Turns loose what by Turns they gain On this Side now retreats the vanquish'd Tide And on its back th' insulting Billows ride Rallying its roaring Troops with swift Career It soon returns and reassumes the VVar. The Conquerour before is forc'd to yield And rolling back its Waves deserts the Field Alternate Conquest and alternate Flight Between the Foes prolong a doubtful Fight So thick the Troops so fast and close were prest The wedg'd Batalions standing Breast to Breast They scarce have space their Hands or Arms to move But like contending Waves each other shove Here Macor urges presses and invades Here Lothur stops him with his strong Brigades Equal in Arms in Beauty and in Age But not allow'd each other to engage On both the valiant Youths a different Fate From a far greater Foe does shortly wait King Cerdick then advanc'd exclaiming loud And with his rapid Chariot cuts the Crowd And to the Troops that stopt his way he cry'd Open to right and left your Ranks divide Macor and I this Contest will decide Nor did the Saxon Troops his Will oppose But open and an Ample Space disclose Then leaping to the Ground his pondrous Oak Pointed with polish'd Steel he threatning shook At such a Sight th' amaz'd Danmonians start And their chill Blood congeal'd about their Heart Macor undaunted traverses the Ground And at the Saxon aims a fatal Wound Then thro' the Air his Spear projected flew And from its Sheath his slaming Sword he drew The Buckler's Brims the glancing Weapons raz'd And flying off on the right Shoulder graz'd Then Cerdick's Javelin pois'd and aim'd with Care Flew from his Arm and hissing cut the Air. Who cry'd out as it went go swiftly fly And the hard Metal of his Armour try While Cerdick thus insults th' impetuous Oak Thro' Buckler Coat of Mail and Cuirass broke And pierc'd his Breast where the deep Springs abide Whence Life leaps out upon its circ'ling Tide The Vital Streams thro' his bruis'd Armour spout While he in vain wrests the warm Weapon out After the parting Dart together crowd From the wide Wound his Soul and Life and Blood He fell his Arms upon his Armour rung And Death in cold Embraces round him clung Thus fell the brave Danmonian who had slain Such Numbers pil'd on Heaps upon the Plain His Friends with Sighs and Tears upon a Sheild Bear his pale Corps off from the bloody Field Cerdick his Weapon warm with Macor's Blood Advanc'd with Fury not to be withstood With his drawn Sword he does the Foe invade And midst their Ranks prodigious Havock made The Britons all enrag'd at Macor's Fall With Showers of Darts the raging Saxon gaul On every Side the Monarch they assail With thick Brigades but cannot yet prevail As when a mighty Stag that long had stood The unmolested Monarch of the Wood Safe in its Coverts and protecting Shade Against the Foe that would his Peace invade If at an ancient Oak he stands at last At Bay by furious Dogs too closely chas'd Fearless he looks and to his clam'rous Foes Does his thick Grove of Native Arms oppose The Dogs with distant Cries infest the Ears And from a far the Huntsmen cast their Spears None daring to approach the
from the side Of some high Lybian Mountain has descry'd A spotted Leopard or a foaming Boar To rouse his Courage he begins to roar He shakes his hideous Sides his Bristles rise And fiercely round he rowls his fiery Eyes Again he roars his Paws the Mountains tear A fearful Preface to th' ensuing War High in his Chariot Tollo then advanc'd And from his Arms amazing Lustre glanc'd A Martial Ardour sparkled in his Eyes And hot with Choler he the Foe defies So when the Spring 's warm Breath and chearing Ray Calls from his Cave th' awaken'd Snake that lay Folded to Rest while Winter Snows conceal'd The Mountains Heads and Frosts the Lakes congeal'd The sloughy Spoils from his sleek Back depos'd And the gay Pride of his new Skin disclos'd He views himself with Youthful Beauties crown'd Elated casts his haughty Eyes around And rolls his speckled spires along the Ground Fresh Colours dy his Sides and thro' his Veins Turgid with Life reviving Vigour reigns The sprightly Beast unfolds upon the Plain The glossy Honours of his Summer Train His Crest erected high and forky Tongue Shot out he hisses bounds and leaps along Such Life and Vigour valiant Tollo shows Marching with eager Haste to meet his Foes And now the British Host advanc'd in sight With chearful Looks and eager of the Fight Prince Arthur in refulgent Arms appear'd High in the midst the Saxons saw and fear'd As when a Merchant richly laden spies A lowring storm far in th' Horizon rise A deadly Fear o'er all his Vitals reigns And his chill Blood hangs curdled in his Veins He furls his sails and fits his ship to bear The dreadful Hurricane ascending thro' the Air. Now both th' embattled Hosts advancing near King Tollo shakes his long outrageous Spear And crying out and threatning from afar In his swift Chariot flew amidst the War His rapid Wheels cut thro' the thickest Files With fearful Ruine and prodigious Spoils Hapless Vodinar first his Arm did feel And in his Breast receiv'd the pointed steel Next Byron on the Sand expiring lies Orpes flies to his Aid and with him dies Kentwin Morosten Caradoc he slew And with his Javelin pierc'd stout Mervin thro' Then you brave Youths Risan and Tudor fell Who did in strength and martial skill excel His fatal spear transfixt bold Arnon's sides And from his Neck his Sword the Head divides As Udas fled the hissing Dart he sent Enter'd his Back and thro' his Navel went He fell and on the Dust sad to behold His Bowels issuing from his Belly roll'd Runo's right Knee his Javelin did invade And in the Bone the glitt'ring Weapon staid Strong Runo fell and as he wildly star'd And many moving Words in hast prepar'd To beg his Life th' insulting Conquerour flew And with his Spear pierc'd his pale Body thro' Groaning he lay and fetcht long double Sighs While in thick Mists Death swims upon his Eyes Next Leoline King Cadwall's Son he kill'd A beauteous Youth and not in War unskill'd His Head the Fauchion to the Shoulders cleft And on the Dust his groveling Body left Ouenar felt within a sudden Dread And turning round his Chariot would have fled When his long Spear the fierce Albanian threw Which crasht the Bones and thro' the Temples flew Headlong Ouenar fell and on the Ground Lay welt'ring in his Blood pour'd from his Wound His fatal Weapons vast Destruction made And where he pass'd the slain in Heaps were laid So when a Flood from th' Hyperborean Hills Rolls thund'ring down and all the Valley fills Where the high Snows dissolv'd by Summer Beams In one vast Deluge joyn their various Streams The roaring Tide with its impetuous Course O'erflows the Banks and with resistless Force Sweeps Houses Harvest Herds and Flocks away Nor can the loftiest Mounds its Progress stay With equal Rage with such impetuous Hast Great Tollo thro' the thick Battalions past The rapid Wheels of his swift Chariot burn And in their Course the throng'd Brigades o'erturn O'er scatter'd Arms bright Helms broad Shields of Brass And broken Spears his raging Axles pass O'er Heaps of Dead the furious Warrior flies And fills with Dust and ratling Noise the Skies The squallid Field a Crimson Torrent choaks And mingled Dust and Blood oppress his Chariot's spoakes The trembling Ground th' outrageous Coursers tear And snoring brow their Foam into the Air. Their fervid Nostrils breath out Clouds of Smoke And Flames of Fire from their hot Eyeballs broke With furious Hoofs o'er slaughter'd Heaps they fly And dash up Bloody Rain amidst the Sky Reeking in sweat and smear'd with Dust and Gore They spurn the Sand and thro' the Battel roar Then valiant Malgo with a fresh Brigade Advanc'd the mighty Warriour to invade While from another Part his Warlike Band Bothan led up and made a noble Stand. Now Showers of Darts and feather'd Arrows fly At Tollo's Breast that darken'd all the Sky When valiant Marodan approaching near With all his Strength casts his impetuous Spear It pass'd the Buckler's Plates and folded Hide And thro' his Armour slightly raz'd his Side Tollo incens'd collecting all his Might Broke thro' their Ranks and put the Foe to Flight Now dire Destruction reigns amidsts their Files And all the Field was spread with warlike Spoils So when Battavian Harpooniers assail With their sharp Launces some prodigious Whale That like a floating Mountain lies at Ease Vastly extended on the frozen Seas When the Leviathan begins to feel Within his wounded side the bearded steel And looking round sees all the ambient Flood Deeply distain'd with its old Monarch's Blood Straight all enrag'd he throws himself about And thro' the Air does Crimson Rivers spout Swift as a storm he does the Foe assail VVith his expanded Fins and hideous Tail Some Barks are crush'd as with a falling Rock And some o'erturn'd sink with the dreadful Shock The rest ply all their Oars and frighted row Thro' Fields of Ice to shun th' unequal Foe Canvallo then brought up a stronger Force Whom Galbut joyn'd to stop th' Albanian's Course The fainting Britons these fresh Troops protect And with their Arms great Tollo's Triumphs checkt And now their thick Brigades were close engag'd And thro' the bloody Field Destruction rag'd Now Man to Man stood close and Spear to Spear Helms mixt with Helms and Shields with Shields appear Arrows aloft in feather'd Tempests fly Darts hiss at Darts encountring in the Sky A dreadful Noise distracting all the Air Came from the hoarce Cerberean Throat of War While Arms on Arms Bucklers on Bucklers ring Swords clash with Swords and flying Javelins sing Some threaten loud while some for Quarter cry And some insult while some in Torment dy As when a Torrent down some Mountain's Side To the low Valleys rolls its rapid Tide Where mighty Stones and rocky Fragments high Within the rude unfashion'd Channels ly O'er abrupt Tracks its Course the Deluge bends And roaring down with mighty Falls descends Prodigious Noise