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Rh Awaits; This Day of all His Honours gain'd Despoils Him, if Thy Suocour opportune Defends not the sad Hour: Permit not Thou So Brave a Leader with the Vulgar Herd To bite the Ground unnoted —Swift, and Fierce As wintry Storm, He flies, to reinforce The yielding Wing ; in Gallic Blood again He dews His reeking Sword, and strows the Ground With headless Ranks; (so Ajax interpos'd His Sevenfold Shield, and skreen'd Laertes's Son, For Valour much, and Warlike Wiles Renown'd When the insulting Trojans urg'd Him sore With tilted Spears:) Unmanly Dread invades The French astony'd; straight Their useless Arms They quit, and in their swift Retreat confide, Unseemly Yelling; distant Hills return The hideous Noise. What can They do? Or how Withstand His Wide-destroying Sword? or where Find Shelter thus repuls'd? behind with Wrath Resistless, th'Eager English Champions Press, Chastising tardy Flight; Before them rowls His Current swift the Danube, Vast, and Deep Supream of Rivers; to the frightful Brink, Urg'd by compulsive Arms, soon as they reacht, Rh