University of Virginia Library

XCVI.

[Hur.]
He leads them on to fight. Oh! then to say
How Ælla looked, and looking did encheere,
Aye moving like a mountain in affraie,
When a loud whirlwind doth its bosom tear.
To tell how every look would banish fear
Would ask an angel's pencil or his tongue.
Like a tall rock that riseth heaven-were,
Like a young wolf most furious and strong,
So did he go, and mighty warriors head,
With gore-depicted wings Victory around him fled.