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CANTO I.] Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done;

For on this morn three potent Nations meet,

To shed before his Shrine the blood he deems most sweet.

XL.

By Heaven! it is a splendid sight to see

(For one who hath no friend, no brother there)

Their rival scarfs of mixed embroidery,

Their various arms that glitter in the air!

What gallant War-hounds rouse them from their lair,

And gnash their fangs, loud yelling for the prey!

All join the chase, but few the triumph share;

The Grave shall bear the chiefest prize away,

And Havoc scarce for joy can number their array.

XLI.

Three hosts combine to offer sacrifice;

Three tongues prefer strange orisons on high;