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And smote his thigh, and thus aloud
exclaims:
"Arm, arm, Patroclus! Lo, the blaze
aspires!
The glowing ocean reddens with
the fires.
Arm, ere our vessels catch the
spreading flame;
Arm, ere the Grecians be no more a
name;
I haste to bring the troops."—The
hero said;
The friend with ardour and with joy
obey'd.
He cased his limbs in brass; and
first around
His manly legs, with silver buckles
bound
The clasping greaves; then to his
breast applies
The flaming cuirass of a thousand
dyes;