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Wounds.
See Battle. Combat. Dying. Slaughter.
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Almo
fell
Shot by a founding Arrow: For the Wound
Beneath his Wezon stuck, and with his Blood
Clos'd up the Passage of the humid Voice,
And choak'd the slender Life.—
Shot by a founding Arrow: For the Wound
Beneath his Wezon stuck, and with his Blood
Clos'd up the Passage of the humid Voice,
And choak'd the slender Life.—
Full, as he rose, He bury'd all the Sword
Deep in his Breast: and with abundant Death
Receiv'd him: He with gushing Wine and Gore
Vomits his purple Soul; and dying pours
A blended Flood.—
Deep in his Breast: and with abundant Death
Receiv'd him: He with gushing Wine and Gore
Vomits his purple Soul; and dying pours
A blended Flood.—
—The flying Spear
Fixes in Sulmo's Back averse: and there
The Wood breaks short: the pointed Steel divides
His Lungs, and whizzing passes thro' his Breast.
Shiv'ring he totters, from his Bosom pours
A reeking Flood, and with long Sobs distends
His heaving Entrails.—
Fixes in Sulmo's Back averse: and there
The Wood breaks short: the pointed Steel divides
His Lungs, and whizzing passes thro' his Breast.
Shiv'ring he totters, from his Bosom pours
A reeking Flood, and with long Sobs distends
His heaving Entrails.—
Hurt by Themilla first, but slight the Wound,
His Shield thrown by, to mitigate the Smart,
He clap'd his Hand upon the wounded Part:
A feather'd Shaft came swift and unespy'd,
And pierc'd his Hand, and nail'd it to his Side:
Transfix'd his breathing Lungs, and beating Heart:
The Soul came issuing out, and hiss'd against the Dart.—
His Shield thrown by, to mitigate the Smart,
He clap'd his Hand upon the wounded Part:
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And pierc'd his Hand, and nail'd it to his Side:
Transfix'd his breathing Lungs, and beating Heart:
The Soul came issuing out, and hiss'd against the Dart.—
Then rising, on his utmost Stretch he stood:
And aim'd from high: the full descending Blow
Cleaves the broad Front and beardless Cheeks in two:
Down sinks the Warrior with a thund'ring Sound,
His pond'rous Limbs oppress the trembling Ground:
Blood, Brains and Foam, gush from the gaping Wound.
Scalp, Face, and Neck, the cutting Steel divides,
And the shar'd Visage hangs on equal Sides.—
And aim'd from high: the full descending Blow
Cleaves the broad Front and beardless Cheeks in two:
Down sinks the Warrior with a thund'ring Sound,
His pond'rous Limbs oppress the trembling Ground:
Blood, Brains and Foam, gush from the gaping Wound.
Scalp, Face, and Neck, the cutting Steel divides,
And the shar'd Visage hangs on equal Sides.—
Lynceus advancing opposite in Arms,
And calling on his Friends, with brandish'd Sword
From the high Mound he to the Right, assails:
At one full Stroke off flew his gasping Head,
And, with his Helmet, at a Distance lay.—
And calling on his Friends, with brandish'd Sword
From the high Mound he to the Right, assails:
At one full Stroke off flew his gasping Head,
And, with his Helmet, at a Distance lay.—
— The Jav'lin flies
Bores his Right Arm, and cuts it's bloody Way:
And from his Shoulder by the stringy Nerves
The dying Limb hangs down.—
Bores his Right Arm, and cuts it's bloody Way:
And from his Shoulder by the stringy Nerves
The dying Limb hangs down.—
As Lucagus prone, hanging on the Blow,
Goads with a Dart his Horses, and prepares,
With his Left Foot protended, for the Fight,
Beneath the Border of his shining Shield
The Spear takes Place, and pierces his left Groin:
He from his Chariot dying rolls to Earth.—
Goads with a Dart his Horses, and prepares,
With his Left Foot protended, for the Fight,
Beneath the Border of his shining Shield
The Spear takes Place, and pierces his left Groin:
He from his Chariot dying rolls to Earth.—
Now Podalirius, with his Sword unsheath'd,
The Shepherd Alsus, rushing thro' the Darts
In the first Rank, pursues, and o'er him him stands
Threat'ning aloft: He turning on the Foe,
Full in the middle with his Ax divides
His Forehead and his Chin: and smears his Arms
With spatter'd Brains all o'er: A deadly Rest,
And iron Slumber seals his heavy Eyes,
And closes them in everlasting Night.—
The Shepherd Alsus, rushing thro' the Darts
In the first Rank, pursues, and o'er him him stands
Threat'ning aloft: He turning on the Foe,
Full in the middle with his Ax divides
His Forehead and his Chin: and smears his Arms
With spatter'd Brains all o'er: A deadly Rest,
And iron Slumber seals his heavy Eyes,
And closes them in everlasting Night.—
Æneas with a Rock's enormous Weight,
Driv'n like a Whirlwind, strikes Murranus down
Headlong to Earth.—
The Wheels beneath the Axle, and the Reins,
Whirl rapid o'er him: and his trampling Steeds
Crush him to Mire, unmindful of their Lord.—
Driv'n like a Whirlwind, strikes Murranus down
Headlong to Earth.—
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Whirl rapid o'er him: and his trampling Steeds
Crush him to Mire, unmindful of their Lord.—
—Ebusus springs on,
And aims a Blow: Him Chorinæus meets,
And dashes o'er his Face a flaming Brand
Snatch'd from the Altar: his huge bushy Beard
Blazes, and spreads a Stench. The Other close
Urges his startled Foe, and in his Hair
Twists his left Hand: and, pressing with his Knee
His Stomach, nails him prostrate to the Ground:
And plunges in his Side the rigid Steel.—
And aims a Blow: Him Chorinæus meets,
And dashes o'er his Face a flaming Brand
Snatch'd from the Altar: his huge bushy Beard
Blazes, and spreads a Stench. The Other close
Urges his startled Foe, and in his Hair
Twists his left Hand: and, pressing with his Knee
His Stomach, nails him prostrate to the Ground:
And plunges in his Side the rigid Steel.—
He fled full speed; but an unerring Dart
O'ertook him, quick discharg'd and sped with Art:
Fix'd in his Neck behind, it trembling stood,
And at his Throat came out besmear'd with Blood.
Prone as his Posture was, he tumbled o'er
His Courser's Neck, and bath'd the Ground with steaming Gore.—
O'ertook him, quick discharg'd and sped with Art:
Fix'd in his Neck behind, it trembling stood,
And at his Throat came out besmear'd with Blood.
Prone as his Posture was, he tumbled o'er
His Courser's Neck, and bath'd the Ground with steaming Gore.—
— A thrilling Dart,
By Phæbus guided, pierc'd him to the Heart.
This, as they drew it forth, the Midriff tore,
It's barbed Point the fleshy Fragments bore,
And let the Soul gush out in Streams of purple Gore.—
By Phæbus guided, pierc'd him to the Heart.
This, as they drew it forth, the Midriff tore,
It's barbed Point the fleshy Fragments bore,
And let the Soul gush out in Streams of purple Gore.—
Poor Damasicthon by a double Wound,
Beardless, and young, lay gasping on the Ground.
Fix'd in his sinewy Ham, the steely Point,
Struck thro' his Knee, and pierc'd the nervous Joint:
And, as he stoop'd to tug the painful Dart,
Another struck him in a vital Part:
Shot thro' his Wezon, by the Wing it hung,
The Life-Blood forc'd it out, and darting upward sprung.—
Beardless, and young, lay gasping on the Ground.
Fix'd in his sinewy Ham, the steely Point,
Struck thro' his Knee, and pierc'd the nervous Joint:
And, as he stoop'd to tug the painful Dart,
Another struck him in a vital Part:
Shot thro' his Wezon, by the Wing it hung,
The Life-Blood forc'd it out, and darting upward sprung.—
—With both his Hands
A Golden Cup he seizes, high emboss'd,
And at his Head the massy Goblet toss'd:
It hits, and from his Forehead bruis'd rebounds,
And Blood, and Brains, he vomits from his Wounds.
Thund'ring he falls, along the Floor he lies,
And Death for ever shuts his swimming Eyes.—
A Golden Cup he seizes, high emboss'd,
And at his Head the massy Goblet toss'd:
It hits, and from his Forehead bruis'd rebounds,
And Blood, and Brains, he vomits from his Wounds.
Thund'ring he falls, along the Floor he lies,
And Death for ever shuts his swimming Eyes.—
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But closely round an Altar as he hung,
And there with trembling Arms for safety clung,
Fierce Chromis lop'd his Head, and lop'd so well,
The jointed Head upon the Altar fell:
And gasping, curs'd among the curling Fires,
And in a shining Blaze at last expires.—
And there with trembling Arms for safety clung,
Fierce Chromis lop'd his Head, and lop'd so well,
The jointed Head upon the Altar fell:
And gasping, curs'd among the curling Fires,
And in a shining Blaze at last expires.—
Swift from his Hand the winged Jav'lin flies,
And Argus of illustrious Lineage wounds:
Deep sinks the piercing Point, where to the Loins
Above the Naval high the Belly joins:
The stagg'ring Youth falls forward on his Fate,
And helps the goring Weapon with his Weight.—
And Argus of illustrious Lineage wounds:
Deep sinks the piercing Point, where to the Loins
Above the Naval high the Belly joins:
The stagg'ring Youth falls forward on his Fate,
And helps the goring Weapon with his Weight.—
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