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if thy madness wait The lance of Hector, thou shalt meet thy fate: That
giant-corse, extended on the shore, Shall largely feast the fowls with fat
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and gore." He said and like a lion stalk'd along: With shouts incessant
earth and ocean rung, Sent from his following host: the Grecian train With
answering thunders fill'd the echoing plain A shout that tore heaven's
concave, and, above, Shook the fix'd splendours of the throne of Jove.
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