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Thou shalt tell Priam how thou found'st a new Achilles here.

And warm amid him lies the steel, amid his lung gone home.

Deep have we drunk of death, and cut a road amid the foe.

; and this man with all his life to live,

He wondereth, blind of things to come but glad the tale to see,
And on his shoulders bears the fame and fate of sons to be.

'The clattering hooves of four-foot things shake down the dusty land.'

Look round, what peoples gather now; what cities shut within
Their barrèd gates are whetting sword to slay me and my kin.

And then the priests, and chief thereof, Potitius, thither came,
All clad in skins, as due it was, and bearing forth the flame.

Wreathe round your hair, put forth your hands and raise the cup on high!

'All shaggy rough, his shoulders clad with Herculean cloak.'