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82 A moment, as it scared, the beasts were still. Then, when the cruel spur once more they feel, They start afresh, into a run they break, And thrice the circuit of the arena make; As marterns fly a dog, or hawks afar By eagles in the Luberon hunted are.

Then Ourrias—what ne'er was done before— Leaped from his horse beside the circus-door Amid the crowd. The cattle start again, All saving five young bulls, and scour the plain; But these, with flaming eyes and horns defying Heaven itself, are through the arena flying.

And he pursues them. As a mighty wind Drives on the clouds, he goads them from behind, And presently outstrips them in the race; Then thumps them with the cruel goad he sways, Dances before them as infuriate, And lets them feel his own fists' heavy weight.

The people clap and shout, while Ourrias White with Olympic dust encountered has One bull, and seized him by the horns at length; And now 'tis head to muzzle, strength for strength. The monster strains his prisoned horns to free Until he bleeds, and bellows horribly.