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XCVIII.

[Hur.]
Nor did his soldiers see his acts in vain;
Here a stout Dane upon his comrade fell,
Here lord and peasant sank upon the plain,
Here son and father trembled into hell.
Chief Magnus sought his way, and, shame to tell,
He sought his way for flight; but Ælla's spear
Upon the flying Dacian's shoulder fell
Quite through his body, and his heart it tare;
He groaned, and sank upon the gory green,
And with his corse encreased the piles of Dacians sleen.