Behind, the troops advance. No way is seen 705
T'escape, or scarce a glorious death to win.
No room with laughter'd foes to strew the plain,
And bravely fall amidst a pile of Nain.
A captive to the place he now appears,
Doubtful if death should move his liope, or fears. 710
In this distress a sudden thought inspir'd
His hardy breaft, by great examples fir'd;
Bold Scæva's action he to mind recalls,
And glory won near fam'd Dyrrachium's walls;
Where, whild his men a doubtful fight maintain, 715
And Pompey Atrove the batter'd works to gain,
Amidst a field of foes, that hemm'd him round,
Alone the brave Centurion kept his ground.

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Here the original poem breaks off abruptly, having been left unfinished by the author.

CON

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Anacreon, Ode IJI.
The Story of Pyramus and Thisbe
The Triumph of Love
The Picture

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A Letter to a Friend in the Country
Horace, Book I. Ode XXII.

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