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The warsire, towards mid-Britons, lately marched.
He now, where no cart-way; and cannot pass
Wheels of his chariot, rides on Roman horse.
One day, before the main of his caterfs,
Him chanced he went, by site, where enemies halted,
From march, mete camp, and foursquare vallum cast.
He now, where no cart-way; and cannot pass
Wheels of his chariot, rides on Roman horse.
One day, before the main of his caterfs,
Him chanced he went, by site, where enemies halted,
From march, mete camp, and foursquare vallum cast.
Then was, by sudden fury of Virius' steed;
Which breeze hath stung, and burst the rein, O gods!
Is Caradoc, in a moment, to Rome's port,
Carried. Foes swarm him round: durst none him wound,
All fearing him approach. Running, swift-foot,
Britons soon their sire raught; they fence with shields:
But covering Camulus him, with his vast targe;
Coursed his strange steed beside, anon, him ruled,
By the forelock; and drew the hero forth!
Which breeze hath stung, and burst the rein, O gods!
Is Caradoc, in a moment, to Rome's port,
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All fearing him approach. Running, swift-foot,
Britons soon their sire raught; they fence with shields:
But covering Camulus him, with his vast targe;
Coursed his strange steed beside, anon, him ruled,
By the forelock; and drew the hero forth!
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