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Stflmora. 41
fword, unfaithful to his hand, broke fhort on
Tinthors helm. Me Hood unarmed, and fhield-
lefs. Yet he collected his mighty foul. He
rufh'd in his rage on the foe , but he fell over
Sargars corfe. Supine on earth he lay.
From CardufFs point Sulmora furvey'd his
fall : f he thought her chief was flain. She fain
woud fly. She fhriek'd aloud. She wildly
flretch'd out her arms. High, over her troubled
heart, heav'd her white fwelling bread, like
fcim, on Caruths troubled wave, when its
gurgling furges tumble down the rocks and
roll their eddies to the fhore. She funk on
Wermars *) arm like a blafted flower, when
the fultry breeze has bow'd its lovely head,
t)nd fpoii'd it of its dies.
I flretch'd my fhiold over Flathal. Turthors
fpear rufh'd thro' its edge. Loud tinkled the
brazen orb. Straight he drew his flaming blade.
He flood collected in his might, like a hunted
boar, the terror of the woods, foaming and
grinding his fanguine tuks. His red rolling eye
*) Turthors Chief ISara.
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