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3501   12, 405 |          Came driving on, nor miss’d the mark design’d.~
3502   12, 405 |         nor miss’d the mark design’d.~
3503   12, 409 |               Born of Arcadian mix’d with Tuscan blood,~
3504   12, 411 |                                Aim’d at the midmost of the friendly
3505   12, 415 |                          Then, fir’d with pious rage, the gen’
3506   12, 419 |                           The wish’d insult the Latine troops
3507   12, 425 |          their altars are o’erturn’d,~
3508   12, 426 |           The sacrifice half-broil’d, and half-unburn’d.~
3509   12, 426 |      half-broil’d, and half-unburn’d.~
3510   12, 436 |                              Spurr’d his hot courser thro’ the
3511   12, 440 |            and, as his fate design’d,~
3512   12, 445 |                  His cuirass pierc’d, and thro’ his body drove.~
3513   12, 450 |              Priest Corynaeus, arm’d his better hand,~
3514   12, 453 |                             Advanc’d to battle, dash’d it on
3515   12, 453 |           Advanc’d to battle, dash’d it on his face:~
3516   12, 456 |        Following the blow, he seiz’d his curling crown~
3517   12, 458 |            with his knees he press’d,~
3518   12, 459 |                          And plung’d his holy poniard in his
3519   12, 467 |            his stupid eyes oppress’d,~
3520   12, 468 |                           And seal’d their heavy lids in endless
3521   12, 469 |               But good AEneas rush’d amid the bands;~
3522   12, 473 |                Inflames your alter’d minds? O Trojans, cease~
3523   12, 479 |                          Our injur’d altars, and their broken
3524   12, 488 |                  His chiefs dismay’d, his troops a fainting train,~
3525   12, 489 |                          Th’ unhop’d event his heighten’d soul
3526   12, 489 |         unhop’d event his heighten’d soul inspires:~
3527   12, 494 |         behind a lane of slaughter’d foes.~
3528   12, 497 |               In vain the vanquish’d fly; the victor sends~
3529   12, 506 |             Dire faces, and deform’d) surround the car;~
3530   12, 513 |            gath’ring dust are dash’d around.~
3531   12, 515 |                            He kill’d at hand, but Sthenelus afar:~
3532   12, 518 |            on foot, in battle join’d,~
3533   12, 521 |                            New fir’d the Trojans, and their foes
3534   12, 521 |     Trojans, and their foes repell’d.~
3535   12, 529 |                    In death bestow’d a juster recompense.~
3536   12, 530 |                 Fierce Turnus view’d the Trojan from afar,~
3537   12, 531 |                         And launch’d his jav’lin from his lofty
3538   12, 534 |                             Wrench’d from his feeble hold the
3539   12, 535 |                          And plung’d it in the bosom of its lord.~
3540   12, 547 |                        The scatter’d squadrons bend before his
3541   12, 551 |           And, as the chariot roll’d along the plain,~
3542   12, 552 |          ground he leapt, and seiz’d the rein.~
3543   12, 553 |            in air, he still retain’d his hold,~
3544   12, 554 |          and their course controll’d.~
3545   12, 555 |          The lance of Turnus reach’d him as he hung,~
3546   12, 556 |                          And pierc’d his plated arms, but pass’
3547   12, 556 |          his plated arms, but pass’d along,~
3548   12, 557 |                       And only raz’d the skin. He turn’d, and
3549   12, 557 |            raz’d the skin. He turn’d, and held~
3550   12, 559 |                          Then call’d for aid: but, while he cried
3551   12, 561 |                     He lies revers’d; the victor king descends,~
3552   12, 566 |         The wounded prince is forc’d to leave the field:~
3553   12, 571 |                             Resolv’d in mind, regardless of the
3554   12, 578 |        Whose blooming youth so fir’d Apollo’s heart,~
3555   12, 579 |           for his love, he proffer’d to bestow~
3556   12, 583 |                            Preferr’d the pow’r of plants, and
3557   12, 585 |                              Propp’d on his lance the pensive
3558   12, 586 |           And heard and saw, unmov’d, the mourning crowd.~
3559   12, 587 |                            The fam’d physician tucks his robes
3560   12, 594 |                  These first infus’d, to lenify the pain,~
3561   12, 596 |          patron of his art he pray’d:~
3562   12, 597 |            patron of his art refus’d his aid.~
3563   12, 603 |                   The camp is fill’d with terror and affright:~
3564   12, 605 |                   An undistinguish’d noise ascends the sky,~
3565   12, 607 |            the goddess mother, mov’d with grief,~
3566   12, 608 |                          And pierc’d with pity, hastens her relief.~
3567   12, 612 |          flow’rs with purple crown’d,~
3568   12, 615 |           brings, in clouds involv’d, and brews~
3569   12, 619 |           in a bowl, already crown’d~
3570   12, 620 |          of med’c’nal herbs prepar’d to bathe the wound.~
3571   12, 623 |               And in a moment ceas’d the raging smart.~
3572   12, 624 |                             Stanch’d is the blood, and in the
3573   12, 625 |          steel, but scarcely touch’d with tender hands,~
3574   12, 627 |           vigor are at once restor’d.~
3575   12, 628 |                Iapis first perceiv’d the closing wound,~
3576   12, 631 |           the willing chief, renew’d, to war.~
3577   12, 638 |                             Inflam’d to fight, and rushing to
3578   12, 642 |            close embrace he strain’d his son,~
3579   12, 648 |         with honors of the conquer’d field:~
3580   12, 657 |           of blinding dust is rais’d around,~
3581   12, 661 |           With him the Latins view’d the cover’d plains,~
3582   12, 661 |            Latins view’d the cover’d plains,~
3583   12, 666 |                               Clos’d in their ranks, and pouring
3584   12, 674 |          by strong Thymbraeus kill’d.~
3585   12, 676 |                            All fam’d in arms, and of the Latian
3586   12, 680 |            th’ unhappy fight renew’d.~
3587   12, 687 |           Juturna heard, and, seiz’d with mortal fear,~
3588   12, 688 |                               Forc’d from the beam her brother’
3589   12, 696 |     smoking horses run with loosen’d reins.~
3590   12, 701 |                        AEneas, fir’d with fury, breaks the crowd,~
3591   12, 714 |         Beneath his buckler, shunn’d the threat’ning blow.~
3592   12, 715 |                    The weapon hiss’d above his head, and tore~
3593   12, 717 |          this hostile act, and fir’d with spite,~
3594   12, 718 |         flying Turnus still declin’d the fight,~
3595   12, 719 |        whose piety had long repell’d~
3596   12, 722 |              Their rites and injur’d altars to redress;~
3597   12, 724 |           With blood and slaughter’d bodies fills the plain.~
3598   12, 729 |          whom the Trojan hero kill’d;~
3599   12, 730 |                           Who shar’d the fame and fortune of
3600   12, 732 |           Two jarring nations join’d in cruel fight,~
3601   12, 737 |                           It reach’d his heart, nor needs a second
3602   12, 740 |         the ground, on foot assail’d~
3603   12, 741 |         and in equal fight prevail’d.~
3604   12, 746 |        Tanais, Tagus, fell oppress’d,~
3605   12, 752 |       Menoetes after these he kill’d,~
3606   12, 753 |                 Who long had shunn’d the dangers of the field:~
3607   12, 755 |            his nets and angle earn’d his bread;~
3608   12, 759 |                           Discharg’d his rent, and plow’d another’
3609   12, 759 |      Discharg’d his rent, and plow’d another’s land.~
3610   12, 773 |               And hearts are pierc’d, unknowing how to yield:~
3611   12, 779 |                              Crush’d with the weight of an unwieldy
3612   12, 784 |             Fierce Hyllus threaten’d high, and, face to face,~
3613   12, 786 |               The prince encounter’d him in full career,~
3614   12, 787 |             And at his temples aim’d the deadly spear;~
3615   12, 789 |           his brazen helm it pierc’d his head.~
3616   12, 798 |                          Were doom’d to kill, while Heav’n prolong’
3617   12, 798 |         kill, while Heav’n prolong’d his date;~
3618   12, 799 |         can pass the bounds prefix’d by fate?~
3619   12, 801 |           and was from each expell’d:~
3620   12, 811 |                             Resolv’d on death, impatient of disgrace;~
3621   12, 814 |              To leave th’ unfinish’d fight, and storm the town:~
3622   12, 820 |           the task he first design’d.~
3623   12, 821 |                             Resolv’d, he calls his chiefs; they
3624   12, 835 |        have our foes been vanquish’d on the plain:~
3625   12, 837 |           force against the perjur’d city bend.~
3626   12, 839 |                   The peace profan’d our rightful arms requires;~
3627   12, 841 |                          He finish’d; and, one soul inspiring
3628   12, 842 |                               Form’d in a wedge, the foot approach
3629   12, 847 |              The flames now launch’d, the feather’d arrows fly,~
3630   12, 847 |          now launch’d, the feather’d arrows fly,~
3631   12, 853 |           royal honor doubly stain’d,~
3632   12, 854 |         rites of holy peace profan’d.~
3633   12, 864 |                              Disus’d to flight, and shoot their
3634   12, 878 |            effects of her ungovern’d will;~
3635   12, 882 |                        And, fasten’d by the neck, obscenely died.~
3636   12, 897 |                     And soon seduc’d to change what he so well
3637   12, 897 |      change what he so well design’d;~
3638   12, 898 |        solemn league so long desir’d,~
3639   12, 899 |          and those of Troy, requir’d.~
3640   12, 903 |                              Asham’d of easy fight and cheap
3641   12, 906 |            shouts in murmurs drown’d;~
3642   12, 910 |                             Confus’d, he stops, and backward
3643   12, 919 |                  The peace infring’d proceeded first from you;~
3644   12, 923 |           down from heav’n, involv’d in air,~
3645   12, 946 |                                Fix’d on his wounded face a shaft
3646   12, 952 |                The brands are toss’d on high; the winds conspire~
3647   12, 954 |                   All eyes are fix’d on you: your foes rejoice;~
3648   12, 958 |        your utmost hopes were plac’d,~
3649   12, 959 |        suborning death, has breath’d her last.~
3650   12, 967 |           his eyes on earth declin’d,~
3651   12, 970 |                     And sorrow mix’d with shame, his soul oppress’
3652   12, 970 |            shame, his soul oppress’d;~
3653   12, 974 |        mists of passion, and resum’d her sway.~
3654   12, 975 |         rising on his car, he turn’d his look,~
3655   12, 976 |            And saw the town involv’d in fire and smoke.~
3656   12, 977 |           with flames already blaz’d,~
3657   12, 978 |          on beams and rafters rais’d;~
3658   12, 981 |            the Fates have vanquish’d: let us go~
3659   12, 983 |                   The fight is fix’d; nor shall the branded name~
3660   12, 988 |            Thro’ crowds of scatter’d foes he freed his way.~
3661   12, 989 |                   Striding he pass’d, impetuous as the wind,~
3662   12, 993 |                            Or sapp’d by time, or loosen’d from
3663   12, 993 |          sapp’d by time, or loosen’d from the roots—~
3664   12, 997 |                             Involv’d alike, they rush to nether
3665   12, 998 |                              Stunn’d with the shock they fall,
3666   12, 998 |         shock they fall, and stunn’d from earth rebound:~
3667   12, 1014|            Trojan hero, who receiv’d from fame~
3668   12, 1024|                The nations, overaw’d, surcease the fight;~
3669   12, 1025|        Immovable their bodies, fix’d their sight.~
3670   12, 1031|         Two mighty champions match’d in single fight,~
3671   12, 1034|                       Now, in clos’d field, each other from afar~
3672   12, 1050|                  Their dewlaps gor’d, their sides are lav’d in
3673   12, 1050|         gor’d, their sides are lav’d in blood;~
3674   12, 1058|                               Rais’d on the stretch, young Turnus
3675   12, 1064|           death, or flight; disarm’d he flies,~
3676   12, 1066|            when his steeds he join’d,~
3677   12, 1067|          Hurrying to war, disorder’d in his mind,~
3678   12, 1068|                             Snatch’d the first weapon which his
3679   12, 1073|                  The mortal-temper’d steel deceiv’d his hand:~
3680   12, 1073|       mortal-temper’d steel deceiv’d his hand:~
3681   12, 1074|                         The shiver’d fragments shone amid the
3682   12, 1075|                            Surpris’d with fear, he fled along
3683   12, 1076|            and now in orbits wheel’d;~
3684   12, 1078|         And there the pass is clos’d with pools and marshy ground.~
3685   12, 1083|        when a fearful stag is clos’d around~
3686   12, 1085|            the bank the deep-mouth’d hound appears,~
3687   12, 1090|          The purple death is pitch’d along the strand.~
3688   12, 1091|            His eager foe, determin’d to the chase,~
3689   12, 1092|                            Stretch’d at his length, gains ground
3690   12, 1104|           arms or aid his vanquish’d enemy:~
3691   12, 1106|          With vigor, tho’ diminish’d of his force.~
3692   12, 1109|           No trivial prize is play’d; for on the life~
3693   12, 1114|            and tablets were ingrav’d,~
3694   12, 1115|        mariners from shipwrack sav’d.~
3695   12, 1116|    heedless hands the Trojans fell’d the tree,~
3696   12, 1117|          To make the ground inclos’d for combat free.~
3697   12, 1120|                         Then stoop’d, and tugg’d with force immense,
3698   12, 1120|             Then stoop’d, and tugg’d with force immense, to free~
3699   12, 1121|                       Th’ incumber’d spear from the tenacious
3700   12, 1124|                             Confus’d with fear, bereft of human
3701   12, 1125|           and first to Faunus pray’d:~
3702   12, 1127|            I thy foster son receiv’d my birth,~
3703   12, 1129|               Your plant has honor’d, which your foes profan’
3704   12, 1129|             which your foes profan’d,~
3705   12, 1131|        with successless vows invok’d their aid.~
3706   12, 1132|          Th’ incumbent hero wrench’d, and pull’d, and strain’
3707   12, 1132|            hero wrench’d, and pull’d, and strain’d;~
3708   12, 1132|             and pull’d, and strain’d;~
3709   12, 1133|    stubborn earth the steel detain’d.~
3710   12, 1135|                   He strove, assum’d Meticus’ form again,~
3711   12, 1136|        that imitated shape, restor’d~
3712   12, 1144|                    And both resolv’d alike to try their fatal
3713   12, 1151|                           Foredoom’d, to these celestial seats
3714   12, 1160|                  And arm a conquer’d wretch against his conqueror?~
3715   12, 1165|                             Reclin’d upon my breast, thy grief
3716   12, 1168|                               Push’d by the Fates to their appointed
3717   12, 1171|                               Toss’d on the seas, thou couldst
3718   12, 1180|                             Involv’d in empty clouds, my friends
3719   12, 1182|                              Engag’d against my foes in mortal
3720   12, 1189|                    And now, resign’d to your superior might,~
3721   12, 1190|                            And tir’d with fruitless toils, I
3722   12, 1216|                  From blood so mix’d, a pious race shall flow,~
3723   12, 1220|          Juno consents, well pleas’d that her desires~
3724   12, 1228|     serpents girt alike, and crown’d with hissing hair.~
3725   12, 1229|           In heav’n the Dirae call’d, and still at hand,~
3726   12, 1242|                         And drench’d in pois’nous juice, the
3727   12, 1245|           Soon as the field inclos’d she had in view,~
3728   12, 1246|           And from afar her destin’d quarry knew,~
3729   12, 1248|              Which haunts the ruin’d piles and hallow’d urns,~
3730   12, 1248|            ruin’d piles and hallow’d urns,~
3731   12, 1251|                        Thus lessen’d in her form, with frightful
3732   12, 1255|                               Chok’d was his voice; his hair
3733   12, 1258|         stridor of her wings. Amaz’d with fear,~
3734   12, 1269|        worthy recompense of ravish’d love!~
3735   12, 1272|        born to death, not privileg’d to die,~
3736   12, 1273|                           But forc’d to bear impos’d eternity!~
3737   12, 1273|           But forc’d to bear impos’d eternity!~
3738   12, 1276|                The joys are vanish’d: nothing now remains,~
3739   12, 1281|          in her azure mantle wrapp’d her head,~
3740   12, 1282|                         Then plung’d into her stream, with deep
3741   12, 1287|        What empty hopes are harbor’d in his mind?~
3742   12, 1297|          but, with a sigh, repress’d~
3743   12, 1299|                   Then, as he roll’d his troubled eyes around,~
3744   12, 1304|                            He heav’d it at a lift, and, pois’
3745   12, 1304|            it at a lift, and, pois’d on high,~
3746   12, 1306|                    But so disorder’d, that he scarcely knew~
3747   12, 1312|          when heavy sleep has clos’d the sight,~
3748   12, 1317|                 The nerves, unbrac’d, their usual strength deny;~
3749   12, 1319|                      So Turnus far’d; whatever means he tried,~
3750   12, 1320|           and points of art employ’d,~
3751   12, 1323|                            He star’d about, nor aid nor issue
3752   12, 1329|                               Amaz’d he cow’rs beneath his conqu’
3753   12, 1331|                           Astonish’d while he stands, and fix’
3754   12, 1331|           while he stands, and fix’d with fear,~
3755   12, 1332|                                Aim’d at his shield he sees th’
3756   12, 1333|                    The hero measur’d first, with narrow view,~
3757   12, 1334|                         The destin’d mark; and, rising as he
3758   12, 1342|                           It pierc’d thro’ all, and with a grisly
3759   12, 1343|                           Transfix’d his thigh, and doubled him
3760   12, 1347|      upward, and with arms display’d,~
3761   12, 1348|           to the proud victor pray’d:~
3762   12, 1349|             I know my death deserv’d, nor hope to live:~
3763   12, 1355|                     Or, if thy vow’d revenge pursue my death,~
3764   12, 1360|           suspense the Trojan seem’d to stand,~
3765   12, 1361|                   And, just prepar’d to strike, repress’d his
3766   12, 1361|        prepar’d to strike, repress’d his hand.~
3767   12, 1362|                            He roll’d his eyes, and ev’ry moment
3768   12, 1365|           golden belt that glitter’d on his side,~
3769   12, 1368|                         Then, rous’d anew to wrath, he loudly
3770   12, 1374|                            He rais’d his arm aloft, and, at the
3771   12, 1376|            streaming blood distain’d his arms around,~