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Book 11. Makes way for others, and an Host alone Still presses on, and urging gains the Town; So while th' invading Billows come a-breast, The Hero Tenth advanc'd before the rest, Sweeps all before him with impetuous Sway, And from the Walls descends upon the Prey; Part following enter, Part remain without, With Envy hear their Fellows conqu'ring Shout, And mount on others Backs, in hope to share The City, thus become the Seat of War. An universal Cry resounds aloud, The Sailors run in Heaps, a helpless Crowd; Art fails, and Courage falls, no Succour near; As many Waves, as many Deaths appear. One weeps, and yet despairs of late Relief; One cannot weep, his Fears congeal his Grief, But stupid, with dry Eyes expects his Fate: One with loud Shrieks laments his lost Estate, And calls those happy whom their Fun'rals wait. This Wretch with Pray'rs and Vows the Gods implores, And ev'n the Skies he cannot see, adores. That other on his Friends his Thoughts bestows, His careful Father, and his faithful Spouse. The covetous Worldling in his anxious Mind, Thinks only on the Wealth he left behind. All Ceyx his Alcyone employs, For her he grieves, yet in her Absence joys: His Wife he wishes, and would still be near, Not her with him, but wishes him with her: Now with last Looks he seeks his native Shoar, Which Fate has destin'd him to see no more; He sought, but in the dark tempestuous Night He knew not whither to direct his Sight. So whirl the Seas, such Darkness blinds the Sky, That the black Night receives a deeper Dye. The