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And iron slumber fell on him, hard rest weighed down his eyes,
And shut were they for evermore by night that never dies.

As many hands we have to use, as many lives to pay.

From rent throat snatched both voice and life, and prone he smote the earth

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

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

Hapless Euryalus ! ah me, where have I left thy face?

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.'