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 With dread of death to flight or foul retreat; Nor wanting power to mitigate and swage With solemn touches, troubl'd thoughts, and chase Anguish and doubt and feare and sorrow and pain From mortall or immortall minds. Thus they Breathing united force with fixed thought Mov'd on in silence to soft pipes that charm'd Thir painfull steps o're the burnt soyle; and now Advanc't in view they stand, a horrid front Of dreadfull length and dazling arms, in guise Of warriors old with order'd spear and shield, A-waiting what command thir mighty Chiefe Had to impose: hee through the armed files Darts his experienc'd eye, and soon travers The whole battalion views; thir order due, Thir visages and stature as of Gods, Thir number last he summs. And now his heart Distends with pride, and hardning in his strength Glories: for never since created man, Met such imbodied force, as nam'd with these Could merit more then that small infantry Warr'd on by Cranes: though all the giant brood Of Phlegra with th' Heroic race were joyn'd