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And tossing plumes and gleams of ruddy gold, And flaunting banners flashed along its path. The drowsy caverns caught the voice of wrath,That shrieked from rank to rank, the fierce harangue, The cheer, the dying wail on fields of scath,The din of falling blades, the trumpet-clang,That, grandly pealing forth, of certain victory sang.
XII.Athena heard and snatched her ancient bow, Whose shafts had cleft the round of many a shield;Far down the heights of everlasting snow The wingéd steeds her silver chariot wheeled. Their fleet hoofs struck the gashed and bleeding field,—O'er all the land celestial splendors ran,— "Arouse!" she cried; "your idle javelins wield:No coward foe shall smiling Neptune scan!"And waved her standard white and led the whirling van.
