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His brother leap'd to earth; but, as
he lay,
The trenchant falchion lopp'd his
hands away;
His sever'd head was toss'd among
the throng,
And, rolling, drew a bloody train
along.
Then, where the thickest fought, the
victor flew;
The king's example all his Greeks
pursue.
Now by the foot the flying foot
were slain,
Horse trod by horse, lay foaming
on the plain.
From the dry fields thick clouds of
dust arise,
Shade the black host, and intercept
the skies.
The brass-hoof'd steeds tumultuous
plunge and bound,