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the shoulders came the feather’d wound; Transfix’d he fell, and doubled to the ground. The sands with streaming blood are sanguine dyed, And death with honour sought on either side.
Resistless thro’ the war Camilla rode, In danger unappall’d, and pleas’d with blood. One side was bare for her exerted breast; One shoulder with her painted quiver press’d. Now from afar her fatal jav’lins play; Now with her ax’s edge she hews her way: Diana’s arms upon her shoulder sound; And when, too closely press’d, she quits the ground, From her bent bow she sends a backward wound. Her maids, in martial pomp, on either side, Larina, Tulla, fierce Tarpeia, ride: Italians all; in peace, their queen’s delight; In war, the bold companions of the fight. So march’d the Thracian Amazons of old, When Thermodon with bloody billows roll’d: Such troops as these in shining arms were seen, When Theseus met in fight their maiden queen: Such to the field Penthesilea led, From the fierce virgin when the Grecians fled; With such, return’d triumphant from the war, Her maids with cries attend the lofty car; They clash with manly force their moony shields; With female shouts resound the Phrygian fields.
Who foremost, and who last, heroic maid, On the cold earth were by thy courage laid? Thy spear, of mountain ash, Eumenius first, With fury driv’n, from side to side transpierc’d: A purple stream came spouting from the wound; Bath’d in his blood he lies, and bites the ground. Liris and Pegasus at once she slew: The former, as the slacken’d reins he drew Of his faint steed; the latter, as he stretch’d His arm to prop his friend, the jav’lin reach’d. By the same weapon, sent from the same hand, Both fall together, and both spurn the sand. Amastrus next is added to the slain: The rest in rout she follows o’er the plain: Tereus, Harpalycus, Demophoon, And Chromis, at full speed her fury shun. Of all her deadly darts, not one she lost; Each was attended with a Trojan ghost. Young Ornithus bestrode a hunter steed, Swift for the chase, and of Apulian breed. Him from afar she spied, in arms unknown: O’er his broad back an ox’s hide was thrown; His helm a wolf, whose gaping jaws were spread A cov’ring for his cheeks, and grinn’d around his head, He clench’d within his hand an iron prong, And tower’d above the rest, conspicuous in the throng. Him soon she singled from the flying train, And slew with ease; then thus insults the slain: “Vain hunter, didst thou think thro’ woods to chase The savage herd, a vile and trembling race? Here cease thy vaunts, and own my victory: A woman warrior was too strong for thee. Yet, if the ghosts demand the conqu’ror’s name, Confessing great Camilla, save thy shame.” Then Butes and Orsilochus she slew, The bulkiest bodies of the Trojan crew; But Butes breast to breast: the spear descends Above the gorget, where his helmet ends, And o’er the shield which his left side defends. Orsilochus and she their courses ply: He seems to follow, and she seems to fly; But in a narrower ring she makes the race; And then he flies, and she pursues the chase. Gath’ring at length on her deluded foe, She swings her ax, and rises to the blow Full on the helm behind, with such a sway The weapon falls, the riven steel gives way: He groans, he roars, he sues in vain for grace; Brains, mingled with his blood, besmear his face.