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176 armour of Æneas, and thus helpless, he takes to flight, Æneas hotly pursuing.

Five times they circle round the place,

Five times the winding course retrace;

No trivial game is here: the strife

Is waged for Turnus' own dear life."

A dark-plumaged bird is seen to hover round the devoted head of the Rutulian chief, half blinding him with its flapping wings. It is a Fury whom the king of the gods has sent in that shape to harass him. At length, in his flight, he finds a huge stone, which not twelve men of "to-day's degenerate sons" could lift.

He caught it up, and at his foe

Discharged it, rising to the throw,

And straining as he runs.

But 'wildering fears his mind unman;

Running, he knew not that he ran,

Nor throwing that he threw;

Heavily move his sinking knees;

The streams of life wax dull and freeze:

The stone, as through the void it past,

Failed of the measure of its cast,

Nor held its purpose true.

E'en as in dreams, when on the eyes

The drowsy weight of slumber lies,

In vain to ply our limbs we think,

And in the helpless effort sink;

Tongue, sinews, all, their powers bely,

And voice and speech our call defy:

So, labour Turnus as he will,

The Fury mocks the endeavour still.