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Like to a forest fell’d by mountain winds; And such the storm of battle on this day, And such the frenzy, whose convulsion blinds To all save carnage, that, beneath the fray, An earthquake reel'd unheededly away !” None felt stern Nature rocking at his feet, And yawning forth a grave for those who lay Upon their bucklers for a winding sheet; Such is the absorbing hate when warring nations meet !
The Earth to them was as a rolling bark
Stumble o'er heaving plains, and man's dread hath no
Far other scene is Thrasimene now ;
Made the earth wet, and turn'd the unwilling water
..., wuele vileir roots are; but a brook hath ta'enA little rill of scanty stream and bed— A name of blood from that day's sanguine rain; And Sanguinetto tells ye where the dead Made the earth wet, and turn'd the unwilling water red.