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BOOK X.
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That bears all threats of sea and sky
In undisturbed tranquillity.
First Dolichaon's son be slew,
Then Latagus and Palmus too;
That, as he stands, with ponderous stone
He crushes, scattering brain and bone;
This, as he flies, with dexterous wound
He tumbles hamstrung on the ground,
There leaves him: Lausus wears his crest
And glittering arms on brow and breast.
Euanthes sinks beneath his spear,
And Mimas, Paris' loved compeer,
Whom fair Theano bore
To Amycus, the selfsame night
When Troy's fell firebrand sprang to light:
Now Paris 'neath his country's walls
Sleeps his last sleep, while Mimas falls
On Latium's unknown shore.
Like wild boar, driven from mountain height
By cries that scare and fangs that bite,
In Vesulus' pine-cinctured glen
Long fostered, or Laurentum's fen,
Mid reeds and marish ground,
Now, trapped among the hunters' nets,
His bristles rears, his tushes whets:
None dares for very fear draw nigh;
With arrowy war and furious cry
They stand at distance round:
E'en thus, of all Mezentius' foes,
None ventures hand to hand to close:
With deafening shouts and bended bows
Their tyrant they assail;
He, churning foam, from side to side
Glares round, and from his tough bull hide
Shakes off the brazen hail.