or the Battle of the FROGS and MICE.
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Arm'd for the Fight, that when their Troops prepare
With eager Fury to commence the War,
Each Chief, secure, may seize his nearest Foe,
And hurl him backwards to the Lake below.
So shall their treach'rous Armies soon be slain,
Unskill'd by swimming how the Shore to gain;
While we victorious raise our Trophies on the Plain.
With eager Fury to commence the War,
Each Chief, secure, may seize his nearest Foe,
And hurl him backwards to the Lake below.
So shall their treach'rous Armies soon be slain,
Unskill'd by swimming how the Shore to gain;
While we victorious raise our Trophies on the Plain.
He said———In Arms their Limbs the Chiefs infold,
And the broad Mallows on their Legs are roll'd:
Wide verdant Beets a fenceful Breast-plate yield,
And Leafs of Colworts form their easy Shield:
A pointed Bulrush ev'ry Hero bears,
And ev'ry Head a shelly Helmet wears.
Thus on the Banks the fearless Squadrons stand,
Their Javelins brandish, and the Fight demand.
And the broad Mallows on their Legs are roll'd:
Wide verdant Beets a fenceful Breast-plate yield,
And Leafs of Colworts form their easy Shield:
A pointed Bulrush ev'ry Hero bears,
And ev'ry Head a shelly Helmet wears.
Thus on the Banks the fearless Squadrons stand,
Their Javelins brandish, and the Fight demand.
Now thundring Jove bids ev'ry Pow'r resort
To the bright Mansions of his starry Court:
From thence they view'd with Pleasure mix'd with Pain
The shining Hosts advancing o'er the Plain:
In dreadful Pomp each Warrior march'd along,
Fierce as the Centaurs, as the Giants strong,
To the bright Mansions of his starry Court:
From thence they view'd with Pleasure mix'd with Pain
The shining Hosts advancing o'er the Plain:
In dreadful Pomp each Warrior march'd along,
Fierce as the Centaurs, as the Giants strong,
Whose
