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426 As, burst from heaven, with headlong sweep

A storm comes landward from the deep:

Through rustic hearts faint terrors creep

As coming ill they taste:

Ah yes! 'twill lay the standing corn,

Will scatter trees from earth uptorn,

And make the land a waste:

The winds, its couriers, fly before,

And waft its muttering to the shore:

So the dread Trojan sweeps along

Down on the hostile swarm;

In close battalions, firm and strong,

His followers round him form.

Osiris feels Thymbræus' blow,

At Mnestheus' feet Anchetius lies,

Achates slaughters Epulo,

By Gyas Ufens dies:

E'en proud Tolumnius falls, the seer

Who 'gainst the foe first hurled his spear.

Upsoars to heaven a mingled shout:

In turn the Rutules yield,

And huddled thick in dusty rout

Fly wildly o'er the field.

But he, he stoops him not to smite

The craven backs that turn to flight,

Nor chases those who stand and fight,

Intent on other aims:

Turnus alone he cares to track

Through dust and darkness, blinding black,

Turnus alone he claims.

Juturna, agonised with fear,

Metiscus, Turnus' charioteer,

Flings from his seat on high,

And leaves him fallen at distance far:

Herself succeeds him, guides the car,

And bids the coursers fly;