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Rh Th'ensanguin'd Field; with latent Mischief stor'd Show'rs of Granadoes rain, by sudden Burst Disploding murd'rous Bowels, fragments of Steel, And Stones, and Glass, and nitrous Grain adust A Thousand Ways at once the shiver'd Orbs Fly diverse, working Torment, and foul Rout With deadly Bruise, and Gashes furrow'd deep. Of Pain impatient, the high prancing Steeds Disdain the Curb, and flinging to and fro, Spurn their dismounted Riders; they expire Indignant, by unhostile Wounds destroy'd.

Thus thrô each Army, Death in various Shapes, Prevail'd; here mangled Limbs, here Brains and Gore Lye clotted; lifeless Some: With Anguish These Gnashing, and loud Laments invoking Aid, Unpity'd, and unheard; the louder Din Of Guns, and Trumpets clang, and solemn Sound Of Drums o'ercame their Groans. In equal Scale Long hung the Fight, few Marks of Fear were seen, None of Retreat: As when two adverse Winds, Sublim'd from dewy Vapours, in mid Sky Engage with horrid Shock, the ruffled Brine Roars stormy, they together dash the Clouds, Rh