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Rh With crimson dyed, or with the brand

Of sulphurous powder, firm ye stand,

As in the conflict dire,

The sacrilegious giants rear'd,

Serene the shining gods appear'd,

Midst rolling clouds of fire.

Shouts forth your courage hoarsely high

Bellona's metal roar, the cry

The combat to inflame;

Nor fear ye mortals, when ye view

The streams of blood the waves imbue,

Your prowess that proclaim.

With iron clogg'd the air, the breath

Is drawn each with a dart of Death,

Whose skeleton immense

Bises exulting o'er the scene,

To see such fury rage, and glean

His devastation thence.

O! how he crops youth's fairest flowers,

Or grief o'er life for ever lowers!

See there for vengeance strains

One arm for one that off is torn,

Or when away the head is borne,

Erect the trunk remains.