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 While oreads fled, and giants stood aghast! Front hurled on front with tramp of legions vast,Clashing of shields and clang of flying spear; With flame of far-flung missiles foeward cast;With neigh of steed, wild shout of charioteer,And rush of wheels on-rolled in battle's mad career.

X.Ah, fair Atlantis, island of the blest, What crystal fountain fed these fiery veins?What sounding lyre of star-descended guest, Chimed prelude soft to rouse these warring strains? What purple bloom outbreathed in summer rains,Foretold the hue of Acta's blushing soil, When these, thy sons, should tread her lovely plains,With fearful onslaught urging dire recoil,Till flight and swift pursuit should Acta's strength despoil?

XI.Against her hills the waning battle rolled, Through shadowy grove, green glade, and dewy strath;